<?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-8366354763113800872</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:57:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.2.M.a.P.is.my.LiFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-5418221523553905445</id><published>2008-02-04T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:39:18.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgghhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Arrgghhh!!! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of shit happening to me dis week... first &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my psp kena water&lt;/span&gt;.. den it become sotz... luckily now ok already, if not kena sent shop for repair... so leceh...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I lost my hp&lt;/span&gt;.. so pissed... i tot i left it in my skool lab but when i check it's not there.. so pissed... all this thanks to my never ending projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more projects = less sleep = going bonkers = all the stupid thing done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i tink total for the past 1 week, i slept for only 20 hrs... dats like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 hrs/per day&lt;/span&gt;.. how to survive like dis?? no hp... n all my pix &amp;amp; contacts gone juz like that... arrghh!!! i hate skool right now... jus a few more weeks n im gone... hopefully.. i miss my hp... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AARRRGGHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my frenz &amp;amp; sistaz, pls give me ur contact no via msn.. thanx...&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/8366354763113800872-5418221523553905445?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/5418221523553905445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/5418221523553905445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2008/02/arrgghhh.html' title='Arrgghhh!!!'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-1977767241235237220</id><published>2008-01-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:57:55.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst week..</title><content type='html'>well not much happen dis few weekz.. same thing over n over again..  mp sux n its killing me.. got a warning letter.. i tink im gonna repeat one more semester juz for mp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 30th dec was my mom n grandpa bday.. my mum wished him a happy bday.. i didn't.. coz i dun noe.. k wateva.. my mum cook a lot of food - bone steak n chicken rice... my aunt came n help us finish up the food.. i didnt much.. like no appetite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that noon, my grandma call n told my mum that my grandpa has a stroke.. my mum was shock.. i was shock...wat a bdae.. a stroke on his 80th bdae.. god's will.. hmmm.. yada yada yada.. up till now he's still in the hosp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was a hell.. i didnt go lect... coz i was searching for my last yr assingnment.. suppose to meet my frenz at 11am.. guss wat?? one came at 12pm the other at 1242pm.. janji melayu katekan... aderlah satu tu suruh kejut.. dah org msg dier dier tak perasan.. buat penat je kejut.. ingat aku ni alarm clock.. ader timer.. nak main kejut kejut.. punya lah peng.. tunggu satu jam mcm budak bodoh.. i tink ard 80 person walk in front of me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lar hari2 aku kejut suruh gi lect n tut.. msg tak reply.. call tak angkat.. buang masa n buang duit bill aku je.. dah naik serik seh.. malas nak kejut kan lagi.. tido lagi best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!!  so pissed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-1977767241235237220?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/1977767241235237220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/1977767241235237220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2008/01/worst-week.html' title='worst week..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-6854470780688641154</id><published>2007-12-30T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:01:41.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP Red Slim!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R3dOQp3jZPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJScYqqyqI4/s1600-h/red+psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R3dOQp3jZPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJScYqqyqI4/s320/red+psp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149670746945185010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouh Yeah!!! Dis thing up there is mine alrite!! Am soooo lovin it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------XXXXX--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is da chalet pix... if i manage to edit it lar.. hahakz.. if not, sistaz as usual at our pix spot..&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/8366354763113800872-6854470780688641154?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/6854470780688641154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/6854470780688641154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/12/psp-red-slim.html' title='PSP Red Slim!!'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R3dOQp3jZPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJScYqqyqI4/s72-c/red+psp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-5704336387024848358</id><published>2007-12-18T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:30:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fique's B-bash!!</title><content type='html'>Well.. Went to Taufik's b-bash on Sun.. Was quite fun.. Manage to snap quite a lot of pix... Neway i won't be talking about the bash or uploading pix here.. Those who wanna see it can go to my multiply..But it will take few days for me to upload it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im gonna share wif' y'all this particular pix from the bash.. It is one of my fav pix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R2aw7p3jZOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Er4GneHFG-Q/s1600-h/IMG_7445+edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R2aw7p3jZOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Er4GneHFG-Q/s320/IMG_7445+edited2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144994163215000802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-5704336387024848358?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/5704336387024848358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/5704336387024848358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/12/well.html' title='Fique&apos;s B-bash!!'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/R2aw7p3jZOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Er4GneHFG-Q/s72-c/IMG_7445+edited2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-6936279802808354292</id><published>2007-11-18T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:41:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokio Hotel</title><content type='html'>Ouh Boy! I'm now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;.. Can't get their songs out of my head.. I've change my blog song again, now to my current fav. song - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/Rz9i4TwJSlI/AAAAAAAAABM/pkSW_lVT-KY/s1600-h/TokioHotel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/Rz9i4TwJSlI/AAAAAAAAABM/pkSW_lVT-KY/s200/TokioHotel3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133930819740060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, i tink the twins are cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the lyric to the song:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MONSOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm starring at the broken door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothin left here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My room is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's makin me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I've been waitin here so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But now the moment seems to've come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I see the dark clouds comin up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Runnin through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Beyond the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To the end of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Into the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And when I lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A half moon's fading from my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I see your vision in it's light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But now it's gone and left me so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I know I have to find you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Can hear your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why can't we make this darkness feel like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Runnin through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Beyond the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To the end of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Into the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And when I lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm fightin all it's power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Comin' in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Let it takes me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll be running night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll be with you soon, just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;We'll be there soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Runnin through the  monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Beyond the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To the end of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Into the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And when I lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'll think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&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/8366354763113800872-6936279802808354292?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/6936279802808354292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/6936279802808354292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouh-boy-i-now-obsess-with-tokio-hotel.html' title='Tokio Hotel'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/Rz9i4TwJSlI/AAAAAAAAABM/pkSW_lVT-KY/s72-c/TokioHotel3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-257798443749407543</id><published>2007-11-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:42:46.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>Yippie.. Went to Linkin Park Concert last tues.. it was one hell of an experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started q-ing at 530pm.. got it at 730pm.. DEY (LP) appear 1HR LATE at 9.. imagine how long i need to stand at wait.. shud have not buy the free standing tix.. so tiring.. but one hell of an experience.. When dey finallly come out..everyone start to scream n mosh.. everyone was sqeezing one another.. damn not so nice feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first song was GIVEN UP.. good song to start with.. Othersongs include hits like Numb, Somewhere I Belong, Crawling, No More Sorrows, What I've Done, Bleed It Out n more.. the performance was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!! manage to take a couple of pix n vidz.. but all so blurry n full of screams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish at ard 1030pm.. feeling so uncomfortable n a bit of sore throat due to all the moshing, sweating n screaming.. first thing first, search for water.. den took a bus back to kallang terminal.. den take cab home.. reach hm at bout 12am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was AMAZING, FUN n ENERGETIC.. but there wasn't much interaction with the crowd.. compare to christina Aguilera's concert held earlier, i tink LP lack of the WOW! thing.. not much memories after the concert xcept for all the jumping n pushing.. but quite worth theprice of the tix.. one experience to remember.. nxt time no free standing tix for me coz now my whole body is aching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pix of the concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwDwJSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1YK8qfZlGWs/s1600-h/DSC00742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132948814122535378" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwDwJSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1YK8qfZlGWs/s320/DSC00742.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;background for one of the song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwTwJSeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2fZm-mb0dCI/s1600-h/DSC00744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132948818417502690" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwTwJSeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2fZm-mb0dCI/s320/DSC00744.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;juz love the background..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132948818417502706" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwTwJSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3x6PNk5P6no/s320/DSC00746.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132948822712470018" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwjwJSgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zCxRXaOjURg/s320/DSC00748.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwjwJShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qmfqygN8Dq0/s1600-h/DSC00757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132948822712470034" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwjwJShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qmfqygN8Dq0/s320/DSC00757.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvnEjwJSjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4_Zg0TIXz3o/s1600-h/DSC00771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132950265821481522" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvnEjwJSjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4_Zg0TIXz3o/s200/DSC00771.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvnETwJSiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sc1Ki5i_QQ4/s1600-h/DSC00770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132950261526514210" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvnETwJSiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sc1Ki5i_QQ4/s200/DSC00770.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Us looking very tired n sweaty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-257798443749407543?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/257798443749407543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/257798443749407543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/11/linkin-park.html' title='Linkin Park'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bXs9OedzjFY/RzvlwDwJSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1YK8qfZlGWs/s72-c/DSC00742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-2289461216845370292</id><published>2007-10-04T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:22:23.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it 2:04 am.. i can't sleep as usual.. have to wake my mum up later at 3am.. she gotta to prepare for food for sahur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i change my blog song.. from "Izinku Pergi" to "Memburu Impian".. i juz love the lyrics.. its about the challenges u have to face to achieve your goals and u are to overcome all these challenges without giving it up.. no matter how hard, give up is not in the dictionary.. dats is what im gonna do for my final semester at skool b4 graduating.. gonna be a bookworm for a while.. gotta improve the GPAs.. Ganbatte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for y'all to enjoy.... the lyrics for ''Memburu Impian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ku Jejak&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Yang Berliku&lt;br /&gt;Membara Jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Memburu Impian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Renang Lautan Gelora&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun Tersadai&lt;br /&gt;Di Hujung Dunia&lt;br /&gt;Akan Ku Rempuhi Segala Rintangan&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun Rebah Ku Bangun Sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan Ku Genggam Biarpun Hitam&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi Milikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Mula&lt;br /&gt;Dengan Langkah Ini&lt;br /&gt;Menuju Sinaran Yang Abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:choros:&lt;br /&gt;Ku Jejak&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Yang Berliku&lt;br /&gt;Membara Jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Memburu Impaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Renang Lautan Gelora&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun Tersadai&lt;br /&gt;Di Hujung Dunia&lt;br /&gt;Akan Ku Rempuhi Segala Rintangan&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun Rebah Ku Bangun Sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-2289461216845370292?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2289461216845370292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2289461216845370292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-204-am.html' title=''/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-8784818590558857171</id><published>2007-10-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:02:19.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting Mth..</title><content type='html'>well now is the fasting month.. the only month i'm looking forward to each year.. dunno y but i just love the fasting month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already buy my raya clothes.. but i still havent buy my shoes.. haiz.. so lazy to find one.. coz i very fussy when it comes to shoes /clothes.. n guess wat?/ i still havent been to Geylang.. can u believe dat?? usually i will go there during the first week of fasting month n the weeks to come but this yr all my frens are busy.. my sistaz  r busy werking n some r busy studying for their exams.. haiz.. i tink i shud drag them there one day.. i miss the 'dendeng' n the atmosphere of the crowded Geylang.. this is the only month where there is food, music n kueh everywhere... ppl shopping for stuff they need to buy, bargain for the best price (sumtime u can get half ofthe oringinal price)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr sumtin bad happen to my family... well firstly my niece... we just found out that she got lump in her breast n she's just 14.. her op is next monday night.. man, dats sad.. Hari Raya is coming n this kind of thing pops up.. but what to do, its fate.. u can't go against God's will.. all u have to do is pray that hope that she will be save... I'll pray for ya, gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, my 2nd bro lost his wallet.. someone pickpoket him when he was at geylang.. imagine that.. he have S$350 in his wallet.. plus his I/C, ATM card n watever card he's lost.. this is the 2nd time he lost his wallet n HIS I/C n ATM CARD.. this bro of mine damn suay.. first he kena fine for littering.. about S$200 gone for the fine, stupid betol abg aku ni.. now this.. if he want to make his I/C it cost bout 200 bucks, 2nd time mah.. i tink he kena mandi bunga liao.. n STOP FOOLING ARD WIF GALS... yeah he sud stop wif all the gals (wait, i mean bitches).. it's driving me nuts.. arrgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k wateva.. now my life.. erm.. nothing much happening aniway.. coz im sitting at home all day.. only sleep after 'sahur' n sleep all the way till noon.. tomorrow gotta go skool.. got briefing bout my major proj.. den will go iftar wif my sistaz at Ramen Ten.. den staright home.. most prob.. haiz.. i miss my YTF, skool, sistaz, my outdoor life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go to skool.. 2 more weeks.. yeah... dats it for now.. Ty signing out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-8784818590558857171?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/8784818590558857171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/8784818590558857171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/10/fasting-mth.html' title='Fasting Mth..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-9036630948039308668</id><published>2007-09-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:25:08.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT pt 2</title><content type='html'>arrgh!!! had a big fight again today.. all started with my sis.. i just dunno wats is stored in her brain.. she can't even do a simple maths.. wth.. imagine u sit there waiting for her ans for more than 4 hrs? n its only 3 question.. arrghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i got so angry n my voice juz went louder.. den my mum came n scold me.. den my 1st bro.. wth.. i juz hated when he interrupt.. not happy with the way im teaching den u teach ar.. say so much.. but in the end never teach.. wth.. den he had guts to scold me.. m*********er.. still have the cheek to say he will leave the hse.. AS IF!!! cant even iron his own clothes, wanna leave the hse.. now den he dare to say dis.. y not frm last time.. juz because he have $$, den he tink he so big.. ass****.. leave for all i care.. he's in my hate list anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, he wanna me to go counselling?? FAT HOPE!!! me going to counselling, hah, in a million yrs.. all this while i've been handling my own fear, anger, frustration n depression.. i manage it quite well.. although sometime i did stupid thing but i still try to find diff ways to handle myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i sound angry.. yes i am an angry person.. i juz have so much anger that i feel like hitting my head against the wall.. very hard, until it bleeds.. sounds  crazy?? ya dat how i feel.. but hell no im gonna hurt my head like dat.. it would be dump right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin better now.. nut a bit only.. hope i can forget everything tomorrow.. arrghh!! nitez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-9036630948039308668?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/9036630948039308668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/9036630948039308668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/09/fight-pt-2.html' title='FIGHT pt 2'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-9005297935463435596</id><published>2007-07-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:50:13.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.. so frustrated.. damn angry..&lt;br /&gt;was watching the tv quietly when the stupid phone in my bro's room rang.. as usual my 1st bro pick it up.. it was meant for him anyway.. den out of the sudden he shout like nobody's business.. wat the hell.. i came home from work n i all i got to hear was his bloody irritating voice.. was so pissed..  so i ask him to shut up --&gt; what i say actually 'memekak sial'.. den he scold me.. mother toad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n dats when the war begin.. words of anger, frustration, hatred filled the air..  i let go 85% of what i feel, think and hate about him.. after 12 years.. imagine that.. keeping silence abt how u feel from everyone.. what he did to me.. everything was kept away from my mum.. n only now she hear how i feel.. 12 years.. it's enuf to make u go crazy.. i nearly did when i was upper pri n lower sec.. but i still manage to keep myself together..  i noe that im not a good daughter.. i realise that.. i have lots of weakness.. n everytime i try change that bastard bro of mine will do sumtin n then i tink wat the hell.. i change n dun change oso the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i did go overboard tis time but i was damn pissed.. how could he question the way my parent brought me up.. from what i remember.. im not the one who gets pampered.. im always the one who kena whack like hell for mistakes i hardly do.. kena whack for something he did to me..  till now i dun understand why he have to bring the past up.. dat is one particular thing i hate most - &gt; someone bringing up the past.. y must he blame my mother for wat i have become today.. y?? it's my choice.. i choose to be rude and i dun blame my mother  for it.. i choose to be vulgar n i never blame my mum for it.. y must he blame my mother.. it hurts to hear that coming from him after all this years.. although im not a mother, but i noe how it feel to hear all that.. i wish i could bash him up.. wah if i did bash him, i tink he had a 50-50 chance to live.. but unfortunately, my mum was there  trying to calm us down.. it dun work anyway.. its like having two atomic bomb exploding in the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the climax came.. it wasn't my intention to say 'my mother' but he misunderstood what i say.. he always did.. he threaten to get out of the house..which he did take out most of his clothes out of the cupboard..  mcm sissy sak.. sikit merajok.. complain.. i kinda feel happy coz i can finally find peace in the house but at the same time sorry for my  mum.. coz she was shouting and trying to calm my bro down..  tell him to stay n so on.. can see how much my mum love him.. den i had to say somethin, right.. i force myself to say sorry to him.. klau ikotkan hati, sampai mati pun aku takkan mintak maaf..  dats the end until he bring my 2nd bro up.. but dat a diff story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i sound harsh or extreme in this post.. was juz writing what i feel, how i feel.. ignore the broken english..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-9005297935463435596?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/9005297935463435596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/9005297935463435596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-4501879753876103317</id><published>2007-06-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:59:25.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updatez..</title><content type='html'>Ok.. i noe.. haven't been updating dis blog for quite a long time.. dun really have the time... have been busy for the past few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is like shit.. very tiring.. n DAMN BORING.. i wonder how they tahan.. ouh ya.. i tink the programmers at my workplace are crazy.. they switched on 3 aircon +2 fan.. it's like a fridge inside the room..  n they keep listening to chinese radio station.. so the bias..  imagine i have to endure listening to chinese songs everyday for almost 7 hrs..   damn irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ouh ya.. im goin to CFhristina's concert dis saturday.. can't wait.. i hope its gonna be fun.. hmm.. Had my 'makeover' juz now.. it was ok lar.. the make-up not so thick but i really dun like how they style my hair.. prefer to be natural.. but wat to do.. over liao.. hope the pix turn out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite guys.. dats all i can type now.. damn sleepy.. will be posting the makeover pix soon.. i hope.. still got 7 more weeks before i finish my SIP.. can't wait for that day.. I MISS ITAS YTF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-4501879753876103317?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/4501879753876103317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/4501879753876103317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/06/updatez.html' title='updatez..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-2425930233945362393</id><published>2007-04-29T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:41:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my attachment!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh! Its been a week since my attachment started.. N im already sick.. Flu since da day 1.. Horrible.. I dunno why the people there have to switch on both aircon and fan.. Im like freezing there and the guys there can still say its hot.. wat da hell.. I tink i have to go see da doctor soon.. I need dat flu medicine.. Cannot tahan already.. Everyday like running tap.. Cannot concentrate.. Ouh ya.. n da ppl there love to listen to TECHNO.. everyday TECHNO.. dats so not me.. im gonna suffer for 4 mths there listening to all the TECHNO, which i hate most.. but luckily i have my hp wif me.. can listen to my fav song.. I would blast to the max volume coz i dun want to hear all the TECHNO songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was a nightmare.. Coz i always have to think where to eat.. Not a lot of muslim food ard there.. other than fast food, there is only one mamak stall nearby.. i tink so lar.. Back to the job.. Actually the job there was quite easy.. All u do for 8hrs, is to update the website.. copy, edit and paste.. easy rite?? but very sian leh must stare at the computer for 8 hrs.. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klar.. i wanna go sleep.. 2moro i need to see the doctor.. or else im dead mon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-2425930233945362393?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2425930233945362393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2425930233945362393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-attachment.html' title='my attachment!!'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-4522823653084315217</id><published>2007-04-24T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:06:02.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment!!</title><content type='html'>First day of attachment was not bad.. Was posted to dis travel agency.. I was assigned to the web team and all we do is updating and creating web pages.. Cool rite?? But one thing i hate about the attachment is the location.. There is hardly any Muslim food around.. other than the fast food outlet.. So pissed seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'werk', me n frens go eat at Lau Pa Sat.. 6 of us eat together.. Kecoh sia.. We ordered quite a lot of food.. Got seafood fried rice, sotong char kuay, beef black pepper, sambal sting ray and fried kang kong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/BeefBlackPepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/BeefBlackPepper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beef Black Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/SotongCharKuay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/SotongCharKuay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sotong Char Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/FriedKangKong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/FriedKangKong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fried Kang Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/NasiGoreng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/NasiGoreng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood Fried Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say YUMMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, me daya, basirah n fylo went to the esplanade (da other 2 lazy to go).. can say the bridge near the esplanade.. as usual, pix time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daya, Me, Fylo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g113/badgerl_11/DSC00394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Basirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro gonna eat at Bugis.. Wah! if everyday like dis i bankcrupt sia.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-4522823653084315217?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/4522823653084315217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/4522823653084315217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/04/attachment.html' title='Attachment!!'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-2992182264735347179</id><published>2007-04-03T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:22:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema week..</title><content type='html'>last week, me n my poly sistaz went to cine to watch STOMP THE YARD.. OMG!! i lurveee the movie.. so nice.. although the movie is a bit draggy but overall awesome.. The sleek dance moves &amp; the stomping, nice.. wat i like abt dis movie is dat, its slighty a combination of You Got Served n Honey.. Other than the sleek dances moves n da 6-pack bods, the friendship created among the character in this story is superb.. Dis story also tells me more about stomping.. too bad here is sg, we have no such fraternity or sorority grups.. such a waste.. if have, i would have sign up already but first i need to pull up my grades.. hahakz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie dat i watch is Freedom Writers.. Its a very nice story.. a nice one so far.. top in my list.. Based on a true story, its about a teacher who change the mindset of her students about racism n all.. she dun care whether her student is African-American, Latino, Cambodian, Vietnamese or Caucasian, she treats all of them the same with respect..  something others have never given them before.. i did cry a couple of times while  watching dis movie.. it juz touches my heart.. seriously, u guys should go n see dis movie.. its nice..  ouh ya if you want to know more about Freedom Writers or about their foundation, u can visit this site --&gt; http://www.freedomwritersfoundation.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-2992182264735347179?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2992182264735347179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/2992182264735347179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/04/cinema-week.html' title='Cinema week..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-3674197594160968357</id><published>2007-03-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:54:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another yr added to my age..</title><content type='html'>Well.. another yr added to my age today.. so that make me 20 yrs old.. Hmm.. i tink im gonna miss being a teen.. n now welcome to the adult world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, i would like to tank my mum for making dat 'Doa Selamat' thingy for me.. 2ndly, to my frenz who wish me.. tanx alot guys.. i noe i haven't been contacting some of u for a long time n it touches my heart  when u wish me  on my bday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will start posting about what happen dis yr soon.. stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-3674197594160968357?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/3674197594160968357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/3674197594160968357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-yr-added-to-my-age.html' title='Another yr added to my age..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366354763113800872.post-1135839384320010242</id><published>2007-02-09T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:19:34.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st chapter of my 1st storybook..</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my 1st and only storybook.. This is where I'm goin to share wif yall bout the journey of my life.. Hahakz.. I cannot believe myself that I'm actually doin dis.. My frenz will kill me if they find out bout dis.. Well, it's a secret.. A secret that will only be revealed in a yr or two.. That depends... &lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax coz dis is where the journey begins..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366354763113800872-1135839384320010242?l=my1ststorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/1135839384320010242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366354763113800872/posts/default/1135839384320010242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my1ststorybook.blogspot.com/2007/02/1st-chapter-of-my-1st-storybook.html' title='1st chapter of my 1st storybook..'/><author><name>f.2.m.a.p.is.my.life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790740856740278303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
