<?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-1569685330295251485</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:46:10.824+08:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='kdrama'/><category term='tdrama'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><title type='text'>ada-WEE-yah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1290966486407027102</id><published>2008-04-20T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:46:55.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1290966486407027102?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1290966486407027102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1290966486407027102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1290966486407027102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1290966486407027102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/04/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2691321785790047008</id><published>2008-04-14T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:19:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>Time's running short with countless assignments piling up (not mentioning about those that are overdued). Yeah, but I'm still here blogging. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were crazy. Yup. Frenzy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I've been holding my breath without realising it. Somehow, they managed to keep my mind off things with all the teasings and jokes. Oh yea, dreams aren't supposed to mean anything right? Even if it replays something I'd wish I never have to bring up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleeping at 3am and waking up at 5.30am is causing me to have dark rings around my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2) My dad mistook my PE tee for Aston Villa's jersey. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3) Studying at Starbucks with Anna made me realise the bliss of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm screwing up my tests and not handing in assignments on time. Thank god I made it a point for myself not to make this a habit.&lt;br /&gt;5) Faizal's gone. And so, I'm Ratna's and Aleem's new victim. Thanks urh.&lt;br /&gt;6) Guitar Ensemble Games Day was fun fun fun with all the games and soap-sabo-ing. I can still smell the LUX soap at my fingertips. Looking forward to SRGE's camp this Friday xD&lt;br /&gt;7) I finally remember ZY's name; Zhen Yong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's more but nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2691321785790047008?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2691321785790047008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2691321785790047008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2691321785790047008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2691321785790047008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8999265629767669554</id><published>2008-04-09T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:35:10.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>hollywood's not america</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="338" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1o99WabS9k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1o99WabS9k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollywood's Not America - Ferras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Helena Jane&lt;br /&gt;With a restless soul&lt;br /&gt;She moved west to California&lt;br /&gt;Became a centerfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you change your name&lt;br /&gt;Well the pieces fall&lt;br /&gt;Now she hardly recognizes herself at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s never any rain, when you want it&lt;br /&gt;A hollow little game, and you’ve won it&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood is not America&lt;br /&gt;So long put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood is not America&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody here's, from somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;You could make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;And you can take the heat but will your heart grow cold&lt;br /&gt;They say acting’s just pretending, but even that gets old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s never any rain, when you want it&lt;br /&gt;A hollow little game, and you’ve won it&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood’s not America&lt;br /&gt;So long put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood’s not America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what to do when&lt;br /&gt;I know that you&lt;br /&gt;You can be anything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood’s not America&lt;br /&gt;So long put your blue jeans back on girl&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Remember Hollywood’s not America&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood’s not America&lt;br /&gt;It’s not America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8999265629767669554?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8999265629767669554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8999265629767669554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8999265629767669554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8999265629767669554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/04/hollywoods-not-america.html' title='hollywood&apos;s not america'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5703016754099349849</id><published>2008-04-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:46:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMNT</title><content type='html'>It started out with sharing our favourite childhood cartoons....&lt;br /&gt;and it led to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.4colorrebellion.com/media/pics/07/03/raph_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me having a family of turtles plus the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rat(Master Splinter), of course, referring to Ratna. Grace, Cuihua and Isha are either Donatello, Leonardo or Michelangelo. That's because I know for sure that I'm Raphael. Haha. Should ask the master about the rest; as a saying goes, 'the master always knows the best' =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyo, I'm Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;You can call me Raph.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I don't think it is an identity crisis. Blehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5703016754099349849?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5703016754099349849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5703016754099349849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5703016754099349849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5703016754099349849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/04/tmnt.html' title='TMNT'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4368141808792511308</id><published>2008-04-01T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:00:10.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for more information on today's pranks by Ratna, click &lt;a href="http://nottipeep.blogspot.com/search/label/fools"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got played twice by Ratna! Oh well. She said the first time she played me, my expression was priceless. Of course! I'm kinda paranoid about not handing in assignments (especially for Malay) after given a few warnings =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, we had our PW groupings today. Y-A-Y! I think I'm happy with my group. Somehow, Mr Sin managed to &lt;em&gt;'split all the cliques equally into 3 groups'&lt;/em&gt; (according to Haniel). And it looks like Damien will be gone for a few weeks on a tour. About 10weeks? I'm not sure. But! The whole group decided to keep in contact through (most probably) a shared blog during his absence. Smart eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Alex is leaving us too. Yeah, to TP. All the best of luck in the physcology course! Speaking of leaving, 2 of our mates are leaving. And so, Grace wants to throw somewhat a farewell party for the both of them. Hoho! I'm part of the welfare committee so I'm helping Grace out. Haha. Yeah, I used to believe that all these crap are a waste of time. Well, I think otherwise now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class voted for Haniel as house vice-cap! Haha. Anddd, my whole class signed up for TUG-O-WAR for the SRJC Olympics. That is super united ah! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4368141808792511308?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4368141808792511308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4368141808792511308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4368141808792511308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4368141808792511308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title='april fools day'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5419234933882033623</id><published>2008-03-31T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:49:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow globe breaks</title><content type='html'>So what if he is in the same school and I didn't tell you about it? Transfer me out of SRJC? Just hoping you'll think twice. I think that you're too much and I don't know who and what to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need that ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess this is what it's like when the glass protecting the snow globe breaks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5419234933882033623?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5419234933882033623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5419234933882033623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5419234933882033623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5419234933882033623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-globe-breaks.html' title='snow globe breaks'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1322155029572842630</id><published>2008-03-29T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:30:01.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pw</title><content type='html'>So, Mr Sin really mean it when he said, &lt;em&gt;'these few days you're going to think pw, eat pw, sleep pw, live pw..&lt;/em&gt;' Okay, it was something like that but you get the drift. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my agenda for today was...&lt;br /&gt;0430 - 1155: redo the template thingy&lt;br /&gt;1155 - 1300: i forgot what i did&lt;br /&gt;1300 - 1600: sleep! (i dreamt that i got AE for pw T.T )&lt;br /&gt;1600 - 1800: did gp, malay and think about pw&lt;br /&gt;1800 - 2000: dinner&lt;br /&gt;2000 onwards: edit the template thingy a little and start on PI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is that since I'm going to spend a hellaluva time doing PW, I might as well do it well and do it right. &lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1322155029572842630?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1322155029572842630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1322155029572842630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1322155029572842630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1322155029572842630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/pw.html' title='pw'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2752827420833364419</id><published>2008-03-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:13:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>Heyho. I feel very accomplised today, running 10rounds around the track. I'm supposed to be all worn out but strangely, I'm feeling more hyped up. One thing's for sure; my life batt is running low soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2752827420833364419?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2752827420833364419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2752827420833364419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2752827420833364419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2752827420833364419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3639388871480421365</id><published>2008-03-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:04:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing along pe</title><content type='html'>HAHA! P.E was brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us did circuit training. After which, we played this clapping-cum-shoot-shoot-cooling-down game. Yeah, my brain and hand coordination apparently didn't work (due to the lack of food in my tummy, I presume =P) so I had to do a forfeit which is to sing a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do &lt;em&gt;twinkle twinkle little stars &lt;/em&gt;but I forgot half of the lyrics. And so, I end up singing the ABC song. Haha. It was erm a little embarassing but at least I get applauses from my class xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3639388871480421365?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3639388871480421365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3639388871480421365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3639388871480421365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3639388871480421365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/sing-along-pe.html' title='sing along pe'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-222953604677879639</id><published>2008-03-22T22:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:19:07.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Today's pretty insightful; celebrating the prophet's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were performances by the competing &lt;em&gt;nashid&lt;/em&gt; groups from various &lt;em&gt;madrasah&lt;/em&gt;-s. Personally, I think the guys who participated have great vocals, better than the girls. Haha. Not forgetting about performances by Taufik Batisah and Aliff Aziz too. Yah, the crowd went insanely insane at the very mention of them. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I finally know which of their friends my parents were talking about. Haha. Before that, I only know the names without faces to it. I slowly pieced the stories together, saying 'Ohh! So this person is that person you were talking about? Blablabla..' Mom got so fed up [I think because she assumes that I know who she was talking about] that she went 'YA LAH!' everytime I made a new link. LoL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also said that me and Fiqah are in the same class as the younger bro. Hmm. After much juice being squeezed out of my brain, I still have no idea which guy she's referring to xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-222953604677879639?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/222953604677879639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=222953604677879639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/222953604677879639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/222953604677879639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/small-world.html' title='small world'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-245562928991986931</id><published>2008-03-20T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:06:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to buy maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a public holiday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was fun! Haha. We did some stuff on identity based on Walt Disney's Mulan. Reflection by Christina Aguilera. Rebecca summarised the cartoon and it ended with, '... she went to the army and RAH RAH RAH!' LOL. So funny! Okay, some of the mates have no idea what's the 'RAH [x3]' thingy so Mr Tsui took the honours in finishing up the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP diagnostic test was crap, I tell you. I chose the last question and crapped my whole way through. Ms Toh told us to write our O's English grade at the top left hand corner of our paper. Gee. I was so ashamed to put that 'A1' there. One thing's for sure, it's my first ever expository essay that I've written in my entire life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it's Faizal's last day in school. He's going to TP. Haha. All the best of luck to him ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-245562928991986931?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/245562928991986931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=245562928991986931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/245562928991986931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/245562928991986931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhh-i-forgot-to-buy-maths-tutorial.html' title='crap day'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1808680308711241548</id><published>2008-03-14T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:21:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th birthday</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to meeeeee,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little late for guitar practice. It was fun since everyone there need not share the guitar. Haha. Most probably I'll put it as my first choice. Haha. I'm still torn between that and a sports cca. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Eng [the instructor] dismissed us about half an hour earlier so I took my time to TM to meet up with Geraldine and Anna. They bought me a cake from Polar and we ate the cake at the Open Plaza. Yeah, you can say it's my first time doing this. Snap snap pictures. Some were super unglam! For example, stuffing a slice of the cake into my mouth. LOL. Because of the cake, we were late for 10,000 BC by half an hour. Eeeks. It was a great movie, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a small celebration, I like it nonetheless. Thanks guys! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; THANKS TO ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES TOO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1808680308711241548?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1808680308711241548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1808680308711241548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1808680308711241548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1808680308711241548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/17th-birthday.html' title='17th birthday'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4654575402630432093</id><published>2008-03-13T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:09:44.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Spiderwick chronicles</title><content type='html'>The Spiderwick Chronicles is nice! I can't believe both Jared and Simon is the same actor; Freddie Highmore. And he also starred in August Rush. WOOH! CUTE ATTACK. Haha! I guess that kid's acting is pretty good to be recommended by Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie plot is really cool and I love the witty lines.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's a movie worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I want the Spiderwick Chronicles, five-in-one, super thick and stylo book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4654575402630432093?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4654575402630432093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4654575402630432093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4654575402630432093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4654575402630432093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/spiderwick-chronicles.html' title='Spiderwick chronicles'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8050554393379382827</id><published>2008-03-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:13:41.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august rush</title><content type='html'>It was a cousins' afternoon + night out; a movie followed by dinner. The movie was sponsored by Hilya and Aqilah. Weee! And the chocolate too! Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched August Rush. The story was draggy but on the whole, it was a nice plot. So now, the soundtrack is a must buy! -hint hint- Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I collected my bag. And I made sure it wasn't the same salesperson in the shop xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8050554393379382827?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8050554393379382827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8050554393379382827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8050554393379382827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8050554393379382827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/august-rush.html' title='august rush'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-610052116543533449</id><published>2008-03-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:14:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j1 '08 orientation</title><content type='html'>Two days of orientation are over. It seems so fast now that it's a closed chapter. In any way, I had great fun. Or at least I think I do. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OGLS were Julius and Rian(pronounced as 'Ryan' and don't ask me why). Quite funny people. And they gave us a huge bar of Cadbury chocolate and a packet of many many Mentos to share among ourselves :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julius said he knows Valerie, Zhilin and that whole lot. And the smart me can figure out how they all knew each other. Heh. Okay la. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Walk was alright. I think my wrist almost got twisted by the end of that entangled game. Yeah, the one whereby you have to disentangled yourself with a whole lot of other people holding hands together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had all kinds of interactive games (I think that's what they call it). Of all the games, I think I liked the filling up the box with water by sticking your fingers in holes game. Everyone was like having their hands in the box to add more volume to the water. And halfway through the game, some of us went, 'OMG! It's leaking!' LOL. Okay. Grace covered one of the holes with her thumb because apparently, the two of my fingers stuck in there wasn't enough to stop the water from flowing out. Syafiq was sprinkling everyone with water after the game saying, 'Holy water. Have some holy water' LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I also like the no name game. Haha! It's something like the bomb-ing game in secondary school but more fun! And I was playing at the frontline together with Cuihua, Grace, Ratna and Rebecca. Wooh. Okay, Orion killed itself twice when Rian waved the flag around instead of pointing to another house. The strategy was to aim at Cetus and shoot at Pegasus. It ended up looking as if we were shooting among ourselves. Lol. Ah well.. to get a better idea, go watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hw07TGWIk_g"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. It's just the smaller scale of the game =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? We all did college dance again. Haha. So far, I danced with Colby (I still remember his name! lol!), Grace, Clifford and Cuihua. I think I know my left and right better now. Haha. And the sequence of the dance is still jumbled up somewhere in my head. Oh well. At least I had fun : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-610052116543533449?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/610052116543533449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=610052116543533449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/610052116543533449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/610052116543533449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/j1-08-orientation.html' title='j1 &apos;08 orientation'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-561862025119790039</id><published>2008-03-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:37:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream when I somehow slipped into a short nap approximately about 5plus. And of all the people in the world, I dreamt about Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Him holding the mike and talking and flipping pages occasionally. Then I walked in further to see myself sitting on one of the chairs. I think I was invinsible at that whole point in time because people seemed to be interacting with the other me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cut the long story short, I feel kind of weird after that whole dream. The timing which clashed didn't help one bit. And so, I think it was just a dream dream. Or something that is from my memory? Or something from my subconscious mind? Or something entirely different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-561862025119790039?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/561862025119790039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=561862025119790039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/561862025119790039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/561862025119790039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-7307946967508917612</id><published>2008-03-07T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:12:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar session</title><content type='html'>I had my first guitar session today. There was a crash course on how to hold the guitar properly, place my fingers and different types of strumming. Okay, it was pretty &lt;em&gt;crash-ful&lt;/em&gt; for me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I failed my trials. By one mark. Probably it lies within the insensitivity of my ears to differentiate the different/similar pitches of sound. Or maybe the &lt;em&gt;lalala&lt;/em&gt; part. By chance, if I really am taking up this cca, they've offered me to be an exco member. Cool eh? I think it is just because I was formerly the vice chairperson of IFC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, none of the ccas are placed in my first choice. Perhaps it's because I also want to know more about ODAC but recently I wasn't in any platform to ask G about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Just for a safety net, CCC would be my last choice xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-7307946967508917612?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/7307946967508917612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=7307946967508917612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7307946967508917612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7307946967508917612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/guitar-session.html' title='guitar session'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3439147292296743049</id><published>2008-03-02T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:28:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i died, did i?</title><content type='html'>i've been pondering a lot on ms g's words. &lt;br /&gt;what she said about how the old frodo died after he went through the whole ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;she's talking about lord of the ring's frodo, btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think that the old me has died too.&lt;br /&gt;during that fateful, or it could also be unfateful, night. &lt;br /&gt;because now, i'm looking at things at a whole new perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea if it is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i hope it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3439147292296743049?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3439147292296743049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3439147292296743049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3439147292296743049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3439147292296743049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Your Anything   l   Taylor Swift&lt;/div align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could be your baby blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;with the holes in the knees&lt;br /&gt;in the bottom of the top drawer&lt;br /&gt;i could be a little beauty queen just a little out of reach&lt;br /&gt;or the girl living next door&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your angel giving up her wings&lt;br /&gt;if thats what you need&lt;br /&gt;i'd give everything to be your anyhting&lt;br /&gt;be your anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3511671758751340425?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3511671758751340425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3511671758751340425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3511671758751340425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3511671758751340425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-anything.html' title='your anything'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-6709759244878664382</id><published>2008-02-26T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:57:32.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in srjc</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION MR JUSTIN WONG!&lt;/strong&gt; You are required to sms me your number because I lost it. Haha. Lame. But make sure you do it! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, school is school. Just more fun but more driven to study as well. Haha. So chiong one! And I want to change my bag because my left shoulder hurts like no one's business. AND I hope I can buy the NIKE running shoes the day after tomorrow &gt;.&lt; Unless none of the shoes appeal to me. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I was running a fever yesterday after my first day of lectures. I was like, 'I can't be that weak right?!' Haha. Did my homework and revision then I had a Panadol and SLEEP! See! My example so examplary =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature lessons are Y-A-Y! Haha. Ms G rocks my socks! Her lectures are super hilarious and full of drama. Well, it's literature class we're talking about anyway. So far, we've been talking about identity crisis. Yeah, I'm certainly learning a lot; getting to know who I really am and whatnots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. And PE ROCKS MY SOCKS TOO! I'm aiming to run 250k. Gold man! Haha. But not interested in becoming a PE rep, sorry xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day for me. And fever's going up and down with lots of homework and catching up to do. So ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-6709759244878664382?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/6709759244878664382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=6709759244878664382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/6709759244878664382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/6709759244878664382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/2nd-day-in-srjc.html' title='2nd day in srjc'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8173877540804763863</id><published>2008-02-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:49:55.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>srjc</title><content type='html'>The food in the canteen are so not rocking except for the vending machines. The cafe-s are way better though I have not tried any of them. At least it sounds and looks appetising. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school started, I don't think I have been making the most practical decisions ever. Subject combinations, for example. Literature, Econs and Geography at H2 level. Haha. If I ever get an A for Literature, Anna is going to treat me to Haagen Dazs. Two scoops of ice cream! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am thinking of taking up Guitar ensemble. Crazy eh? I never even played that instrument once and there'll be SYF next year. Or maybe ODAC? That one sounds like more fun with all the adventure. But confirm more tiring, right? Ahh. IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Anna very &lt;em&gt;onnnnnn&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8173877540804763863?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8173877540804763863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8173877540804763863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8173877540804763863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8173877540804763863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/srjc.html' title='srjc'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5534357115870829164</id><published>2008-02-19T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:41:03.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school again</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to be a little more excited.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*must make new friends*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5534357115870829164?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5534357115870829164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5534357115870829164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5534357115870829164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5534357115870829164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='school again'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1852119279851525278</id><published>2008-02-15T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:16:52.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tdrama'/><title type='text'>drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/cuteivy/Taiwan%20Series/SmilePasta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/cuteivy/Taiwan%20Series/SmilePasta1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's the most hilarious and appetising and tear-jerking Taiwanese drama I've ever watched. If I remembered correctly, episodes 7 and 16 made my tears spill like tap water. The song Nicholas Teo sing super touching with all those flashbacks. Ahh!Oh yea, every new pasta dish in the show surely made my tummy growl. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this would be the last drama I'm watching since school is starting soon. I wouldn't want to be addicted to the computer when I should be doing my studies instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye world of dramas T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..My watch-ED list since Jan '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[k]18 vs 29&lt;br /&gt;[k]Green Rose&lt;br /&gt;[k]Hello, My Lady!&lt;br /&gt;[k]Only you&lt;br /&gt;[k]Exhibitions of Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;[k]My Sassy Girl, ChunHyang&lt;br /&gt;[k]Spring Waltz&lt;br /&gt;[t]Love Contract&lt;br /&gt;[t]Devil Beside You&lt;br /&gt;[t]Romantic Princess&lt;br /&gt;[t]Ying Ye 3+1&lt;br /&gt;[t]Smiling Pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!I just chanced upon another nice-looking drama; Tokyo Juliet. Should I watch it? Or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1852119279851525278?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1852119279851525278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1852119279851525278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1852119279851525278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1852119279851525278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/drama.html' title='drama'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j29/cuteivy/Taiwan%20Series/th_SmilePasta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5548105617199433770</id><published>2008-02-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:29:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v-day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's to those who celebrates this day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of broke so too bad... I'll have to watch Jumper on another day. Fiqah gave me a V-day present! Haha. One and only present. It's a lovely straw, bent into a heart shape with a love note attached. The ironic thing is that I was the one who made those heart-shaped straws. I was feeling kind of '&lt;em&gt;zzz&lt;/em&gt;' but at least she didn't forget me! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last few hours of the day watching Sweet Home Alabama. Funny! I like. It's kind of ridiculous yet sweet that they found their soulmates at 10years old. I laughed like crazy at some point of the movie. It turns out that I was really crazy to _____ the couch. Thank god the couch was leather or else I'm GG-ed. =S   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cramps are killing me. It feels as if my intestines are being twisted apart. Urgh. Hopefully, it won't be that bad on Saturaday. Because then, it would be a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5548105617199433770?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5548105617199433770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5548105617199433770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5548105617199433770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5548105617199433770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='v-day!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2184114660907625421</id><published>2008-02-12T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:06:56.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A Girl Thing - Sarah O'Brien</title><content type='html'>A Girl Thing by Sarah O'Brien. It's worth staying up till 4am just to finish the book. The novel is simply engaging and funny though I don't really approve of Jamie's habit. What's her habit? Nah, I'm not spilling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what REALLY caught my eye was the author's note. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A message to the brave and faithful- you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is dedicated to Stevie G, Xabi Alonso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Fowler MarkTwo, Rafa Benitez, Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Foley, John 'The Bull' Hayes (the legend), Gael&lt;br /&gt;Garcia Bernal, Paul Abbott, the women who&lt;br /&gt;gave us 'girl lessons' (badly needed and not all that&lt;br /&gt;successful) and of course -&lt;br /&gt;the mighty men of Munster.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! You read the first half of the dedication?! They're from Liverpool! Haha. I wondered if they actually read the book dedicated for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2184114660907625421?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2184114660907625421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2184114660907625421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2184114660907625421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2184114660907625421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-thing-sarah-obrien.html' title='A Girl Thing - Sarah O&apos;Brien'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2640794692904035670</id><published>2008-02-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:06:44.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>realize by colbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Colbie Caillat- Realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="222" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="336" height="222"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just realize what I just realized...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2640794692904035670?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2640794692904035670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2640794692904035670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2640794692904035670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2640794692904035670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='realize by colbie'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8780192003540515836</id><published>2008-02-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:26:49.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession</title><content type='html'>I told Fiqah. From A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first thing she said was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT! WE BOTH CAN MIGRATE TO SPAIN :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8780192003540515836?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8780192003540515836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8780192003540515836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8780192003540515836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8780192003540515836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-great-as-any-person-can-get-everyone.html' title='confession'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8093609814978856922</id><published>2008-02-08T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:20:46.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>you can let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/edA6HbExOf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/edA6HbExOf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Broken windows, fallen skies&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby what you hidin' from&lt;br /&gt;The light that followed you around&lt;br /&gt;Lately nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I'm your place to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You been holding on so long&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make believe that nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Not letting it show&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;To make me turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in the in between&lt;br /&gt;Baby, babe it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;(You can let go)&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost, let down, disappointed&lt;br /&gt;And jerked around in this cold, cold world&lt;br /&gt;I will always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You been holding on so long&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make believe that nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Not letting it show&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothin' you can do&lt;br /&gt;To make me turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you can let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid when you're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate I'll be right where you are&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes there's a crack in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never let me see you cry&lt;br /&gt;You locked it somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby let me hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world turns against you (I won't turn against you)&lt;br /&gt;Not letting it show&lt;br /&gt;Baby, babe gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world turns against you&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You been holding on so long&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make believe that nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Not letting it show&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;To make me turn away from you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I can let go : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8093609814978856922?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8093609814978856922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8093609814978856922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8093609814978856922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8093609814978856922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-can-let-go.html' title='you can let go'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8484060778528388216</id><published>2008-02-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:32:06.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy CNY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken from my slumber by everyone pulling me out of bed. Yah, it's dad's idea to have breakfast at the beach. On the way out, XiuQi's mom gave me one red packet! ^^ It's like that every year but I still get so &lt;em&gt;whooopeee&lt;/em&gt; when I receive it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the dumb thing of it all was that the beach was super packed with tents and people. In the end, we ate the packed breakfast at home while watching Hitman. I think it's more enjoyable that way xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2083/2250337454_640a28a164_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Fiqah was out of SN so we had to go shop for some. Guess what? All the shops are closed! It was like we're walking in a GHOST TOWN! Okay, discovered only 2 shops which are open. Bought her SNs at 7Eleven and 2 of Neutrogena's products at Guardian. The facial cream and lotion alone cost me about $32 (!!!) T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2249540275_9843879b3c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2249540275_9843879b3c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2250337740_078828ddc3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2250337740_078828ddc3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was late afternoon by the time we returned. Suddenly I had this idea of making shepherd pie! Weee` I dragged Fiqah into helping me with it. Fun Fun. I realised that I have no arm power. LOL. I stirred the powdered mash potato for a while and my arm hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we stuffed lots of salami and minced meat in one pie. The other one was stuffed with the leftover salami and chicken! Haha. Yeah, we found the poor chicken wing freezing in the refrigerator. I think it was leftovers from yesterday xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2250337506_565431b0b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2250337506_565431b0b0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/2250337584_670d246565_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/2250337584_670d246565_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The baking part was lame on my part. From what I remembered, there was supposed to be this orange light to kind of signal that the oven is working. Yeah, so I turned the knobs on the oven but no orange light. Fiqah, who was shredding the chicken wing, asked if the switch was even on. I said, 'There is a switch? Where is it?' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By end of the day, I learnt that I make nice shepherd pies. LOL. So bhb!` =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8484060778528388216?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8484060778528388216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8484060778528388216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8484060778528388216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8484060778528388216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='cny'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2249540275_9843879b3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3005067630447606563</id><published>2008-02-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:16:25.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>27 dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cinevita.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/twenty_seven_dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cinevita.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/twenty_seven_dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I watched 27 Dresses. Haha. I think I'd been wanting to catch the movie ever since... I don't know; since I first watched the trailer? Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say; it's funny, romantic and lots of bridesmaid dresses. The story plot is similar to some books I read before so the ending is quite expected. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm thinking of watching Jumper on V-day :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3005067630447606563?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3005067630447606563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3005067630447606563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3005067630447606563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3005067630447606563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/27-dresses.html' title='27 dresses'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1131798376907053687</id><published>2008-02-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:12:52.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abang rizal married!</title><content type='html'>Abang Rizal got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was yesterday. At the mosque. I wanted to go and watch the whole event but was feeling a little under the weather. Yeah, whatever. Hmmm.. I don't think mine would be the exact same one, will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was the &lt;em&gt;persandingan&lt;/em&gt;. Wore the blue &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt;. I wanted to wear the &lt;em&gt;kebaya&lt;/em&gt; top and jeans la. It's so much easier to walk around with, but mom said no. Anyway, I arrived there quite late. Yahh, I know, my fault; I was sleeping like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event had a high class feeling to it. The chandeliers (there were 3 of them hanging around!), the no-more-self-service-take-your-food-yourself (crab-woman, according to Hilya) and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since me, Fiqah, Hilya and Aqilah had nothing to do, we followed the big group who were going to the girl's side at Sengkang. Oh ya, there was one small, not to mention &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;, boy. OMG! It's like Chinese mixed with Japanese. Yeah, we heard his dad calling him 'Elijah' twice. AHHH. Sorry ah Audrey, but I think that kid win over Randyne xP Then, Aqilah said that we should start looking for Jap husbands to get cute kids like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to bring us back to the guy's side, we found out that there was FREE ICE CREAM!!! Yep, but we had to find the ice cream stick which acts like a ticket to 'paradise'. Out of no where, this lady appeared and started giving out all the ice cream sticks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next few hours were quite boring. Maybe some main highlights...&lt;br /&gt;1)It's my first time seeing a flower boy and girl at a Malay wedding!&lt;br /&gt;2)Found out that the wedding cake was made up of many many many many small cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;3)Fiqah and Hilya picking up flowers after the whole thing ended.&lt;br /&gt;4)Azam was sleeping by the road because he is not happy with the suit he was being forced to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/abgrizalgetmarried/"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2198/2238847761_f13ab48c80_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2198/2238847761_f13ab48c80_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2239639734_04be57a6d7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2239639734_04be57a6d7_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2239640840_6568249a0b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2239640840_6568249a0b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/2238850963_2b7cfedcd7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/2238850963_2b7cfedcd7_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2238843665_6cc9297923_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2238843665_6cc9297923_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2239637746_ceedda65ec_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2239637746_ceedda65ec_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2096/2239634766_0a2117a26e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2096/2239634766_0a2117a26e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2238843765_f47cfb82a8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2238843765_f47cfb82a8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2033/2238847035_a4296544a0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, Fiqah said she wanted to get married in Spain. Hold the wedding reception at a hotel, serving the guests with BK, KFC, MAC or LJS meals instead of the usual traditional dishes. Most probably it would be MAC student meals. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes hurt so bad for walking here and there the whole day in those heels. Therefore, I shall wear flipflops for Kakak Asyiqah's wedding, which is in the upcoming year :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1131798376907053687?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1131798376907053687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1131798376907053687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1131798376907053687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1131798376907053687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/02/abang-rizal-married.html' title='abang rizal married!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2198/2238847761_f13ab48c80_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5215998084284116263</id><published>2008-01-31T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:38:52.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new identity; adawiyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Adawiyah says posting results are gonna be out around the 19th! Woohoo another long torturous wait.Yes yes can't wait somehow... Haha someone is gonna go around with a new identity eh~? ;D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read from Justin's blog... new identity? It sounds fun. New school, new friends, new name. Then, no one can say 'Do you know Fatin from PRSS?' Haha. I think the reply would be 'Nope. But I know a Adawiyah from PRSS.' LOL. Okay. Crap stuff. Only a few call me by that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my name, my dad's friend has a daughter with my name! Haha. When she was still in her diapers, everyone said that she's my clone. No doubt la. Both of our parents call us the same name. Except that hers has a shorter version; Ada. Then, it got me thinking... what would the short version of my name be? WEEEEYAHHH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years have come and gone. My clone's grown into a toddler. One thing's for sure, she's not like me! She talks as if there's no end. She dances to Bollywood tracks. LOL. Doesn't sound like something I'd do eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S About the new name in a new school... I'll think about it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5215998084284116263?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5215998084284116263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5215998084284116263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5215998084284116263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5215998084284116263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-identity-adawiyah.html' title='new identity; adawiyah'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3690207760343666018</id><published>2008-01-30T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:20:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mist and presents!</title><content type='html'>I was awaken super early in the morning, like about 9am because my mom wants to catch a movie. Oh well. I wanted to watch 27 Dresses but she wanted to watch The Mist. So okay, I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's brilliant; the visual effects and all. Except that it was really irritating when the crazy lady went on and on about God wanting us to repay our sins by blood. I'm like, 'Huh?' Yeah, and because of her, one young lad (can say he's charming) who was in the army was killed. Where's the justice, man? It's like sane people listening to insane people who ends up killing innocent people. The ending was pretty wasted ah. Okay okay... enough with the spoilers. Go watch it yourself! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2230788830_4b03236c23_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2230788830_4b03236c23_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2229996053_01c80e1af0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2229996053_01c80e1af0_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then, presents for me! :D My mom bought me a Puma watch, or rather I picked a watch and she foot the bill. Since the design is the same as Audrey's watch, you can say we have a &lt;em&gt;couple's watch&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Okay, we walked by the Converse shop about twice and this bag really caught my eye. So, I bought it as a present for myself! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3690207760343666018?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3690207760343666018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3690207760343666018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3690207760343666018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3690207760343666018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/mist-and-presents.html' title='the mist and presents!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2230788830_4b03236c23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1954618123924065751</id><published>2008-01-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:08:40.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at kumon</title><content type='html'>Got a call from Kumon; asking me to come down and help out. I was like, 'No problemo!' Haha. It had me blisteringly happy. I didn't know the chance would ever come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt like the same. Just that they, especially ZS, were super shocked to see me there. Okay. Then Scott was another funny one.. He was strongly resistant to the idea that he is a &lt;em&gt;'little boy&lt;/em&gt;' and insisted that he was a '&lt;em&gt;grown man&lt;/em&gt;'. Not forgetting that he was flexing his non-existent muscles at me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea about tomorrow but today, I think I want to be &lt;u&gt;a kindergarten teacher&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1954618123924065751?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1954618123924065751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1954618123924065751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1954618123924065751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1954618123924065751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-at-kumon.html' title='a day at kumon'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5812216072939379192</id><published>2008-01-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:00:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no where</title><content type='html'>I'm neither here nor there. I want to pick up my phone and sms someone about it but something just holds me back. After a while, I would just shrug my shoulders and think, 'Forget it. &lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt; forget about it.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5812216072939379192?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5812216072939379192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5812216072939379192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5812216072939379192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5812216072939379192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-neither-here-nor-there.html' title='no where'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4518717159024758746</id><published>2008-01-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:59:46.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50bucks!</title><content type='html'>Headed to nyayi's house in the afternoon. Almost all the aunts were there. Syiqah, Hilya, Aqilah and me watched Jonh Tucker Must Die. Wahaha! We were kind of '..err' when all the adults suddenly came out during the scene when the two girls were kissing! I don't know but it feels like we've been caught watching something as bad as porn xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I went to Aunty Roy's house. Haha. She went, 'Eat more la. Seeing how much you eat scares me, tau'. Before I went home, she surprised me with an envelope of $50. I was a little stunned and speechless. But of course, I didn't forget to thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! I'm 50bucks richer :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4518717159024758746?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4518717159024758746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4518717159024758746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4518717159024758746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4518717159024758746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/50bucks.html' title='50bucks!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8535673224800988520</id><published>2008-01-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:04:09.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday out 26jan</title><content type='html'>It was enjoyable. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And also enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know more people, no doubt. Funny group of people to be around with. Though it's the second time I went there, it was the first time I went dinner with the huge crowd. Literally huge, I'd say. I've never eaten together with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel kind of guilty about my leftovers for dinner. Yeah, if I could I'd stuff a bit more into my stomach. Oh well, I felt like puking so I thought..'Better not' &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought MAC supper for my dad and caught the same bus as Esther. Stupidly, the curly fries fell out of the plastic. AHH! We kinda laughed over the fact that it's funny to be picking up curly fries in a moving bus. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I was a little over curfew (15minutes late). My mom was giving the 'GRRR' face but my dad say 'I told you to take your time'. Ah well, then I watched LIVERPOOL v Havant W. WOOH! Benayoun hat trick. And Lucas's goal was beautiful! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8535673224800988520?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8535673224800988520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8535673224800988520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8535673224800988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8535673224800988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-out-26jan.html' title='saturday out 26jan'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-7995673568936348270</id><published>2008-01-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:45:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 choices</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now. I'm jumping around like a mad person because I just finished submitting my 12 choices. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st choice is TPJC, followed by SRJC.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my mom's choice won over my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 plus, my dad drove me to SRJC. He was telling me all the buses I could take from home. At first, I was like '...okayy, I think I know'. Sooner or later, my brain is being clogged up by the many &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; many &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; routes my dad introduced while driving and pointing around. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was late at night and it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing much to see except for the school's main gate xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-7995673568936348270?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/7995673568936348270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=7995673568936348270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7995673568936348270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7995673568936348270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-choices.html' title='12 choices'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4753288980143749497</id><published>2008-01-25T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:52:06.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take 12 picks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was so..... I don't know. It seems that I've been sitting on the chair for a long time, listening to what each of my parents have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wants me to go SRJC. Mom wants me to go TPJC. I wondered where did all their &lt;em&gt;picked&lt;/em&gt; poly choices went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I don't know. One thing's for sure: I'm going to choose my 12choices by tonight. Let it sit in for the night. Then I'll go apply. How does that sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4753288980143749497?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4753288980143749497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4753288980143749497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4753288980143749497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4753288980143749497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-12-picks.html' title='take 12 picks'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4977136729687663052</id><published>2008-01-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:45:42.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>olevel results</title><content type='html'>I'm happy with my results though there were some lousy grades :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my mom to tell her, as promised. I don't know why but I started crying when I hear her voice over the phone. Ah, oh well... news spread around like wild fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuntyRoy was the first to sms me. The rest all wanted to talk to me on the phone. Yeah, arrived home about 5plus and the phone was still ringing off its hook. WakTon wanted to &lt;i&gt;'jotos'&lt;/i&gt; my head when she heard my Malay got B3. Help! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbangRizal personally talked to me about what kind of course I want or if going to JC is a better choice. I was like, 'WOW!' Haha. We never talked about anything so serious before. He was sighing a lot since my answers to his questions were like, 'I don't know' or 'Erm... okayy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Hilya cheers up! Haha, if it's any good, we could always go into 'hiding' next Saturday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had early 'lunch' with Idah, Tiqus and Zillah at Singapore Post before collection of results. Haha. It wasn't really lunch since we ate so little; especially Tiqus! She only had cheesefries and coke! They thought it was kind of cool we have one from DSS, EVSS, PRSS and TKSS. Zillah and Idah were jokers of the day, as usual. Yahh.. I know, I was the &lt;u&gt;blurr&lt;/u&gt; one. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of running late so no time for group photos =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2218218372_12080a37fc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="215" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2218218372_12080a37fc_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2217424501_cae769360b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2217424501_cae769360b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for ice cream with IFC peeps after everything. FunFunFun! Laughed quite a lot. YiQi take pictures also we keep on laughing. Haha. Oh ya... me and YiQi teased Audrey about how her ice cream melts so fast. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2217424721_78555837ed_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2217424721_78555837ed_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2217424549_58fa841594_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2217424549_58fa841594_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22683912@N00/tags/olvlresult/"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4977136729687663052?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4977136729687663052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4977136729687663052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4977136729687663052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4977136729687663052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/olevel-results.html' title='olevel results'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2218218372_12080a37fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3791782444584269198</id><published>2008-01-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:42:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papaya</title><content type='html'>Gee. She made such a big fuss about the papaya. It's like, who cares about the papaya? Just wash it before cutting it up then! I was so pissed that I started chopping up the stupid papaya. I guess my dad was worried I'm going to chop it into pulps so he took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grudgingly, I went to wash my hands. That's when I realised I made a big cut on my hand. Weirdly, the pain became increasing painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh! Excellent chopping skills I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Fiqah said those who wants to commit suicide by slashing their wrists must slash on the correct wrist or else the person will not bleed to death but bleed to tiredness. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3791782444584269198?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3791782444584269198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3791782444584269198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3791782444584269198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3791782444584269198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/papaya.html' title='papaya'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-487832345767684170</id><published>2008-01-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:55:44.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak-er</title><content type='html'>When I come to think of it, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have called up my mom. I should just tell Hilya to come over and bake some cookies or something. By the time my mom reaches home, it'll be way too late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I'm trying to sneak my boyfriend into the house.&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-487832345767684170?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/487832345767684170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=487832345767684170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/487832345767684170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/487832345767684170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/sneak-er.html' title='sneak-er'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-4389310945243826026</id><published>2008-01-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:45:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more clothes pls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDVZFeuGnfc/R5HvdMBvSoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YLa7wf-OzbI/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157166333039692418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nDVZFeuGnfc/R5HvdMBvSoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YLa7wf-OzbI/s200/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A WARDROBE REVAMP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-4389310945243826026?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/4389310945243826026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=4389310945243826026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4389310945243826026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/4389310945243826026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-clothes-pls.html' title='more clothes pls!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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/_nDVZFeuGnfc/R5HvdMBvSoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YLa7wf-OzbI/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1040951601429270325</id><published>2008-01-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:05:41.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>i want to watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/images/onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/images/onesheet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I Love You is coming out on Valentine's Day! So sweet :D I think I'll watch that on the opening day itself. Or maybe watch together with Hilya, Aqilah and Fiqah? Shrugs. See first =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just looking forward to see if the movie is going to be as weepy as the novel. PLUS! I'm crossing my fingers, hoping that they would twist the ending. Yeah, I don't really like the ending based on the novel; too abrupt for a heart-felt story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fest21.com/files/images/AUGUST%20RUSH_Rated%20One%20Sht%20(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fest21.com/files/images/AUGUST%20RUSH_Rated%20One%20Sht%20(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://augustrushmovie.warnerbros.com/files/downloads/wallpaper/jonathan_keri_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, August Rush is coming out on the 27th March. After watching the trailer, I WANT TO WATCH IT BUT I HAVE TO WAIT FOR SO LONG! Haha. Well, it would be another heart-rending and compassionate movie. It's hard to say, so just go watch the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5ab6RtA-KE"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1040951601429270325?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1040951601429270325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1040951601429270325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1040951601429270325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1040951601429270325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-watch.html' title='i want to watch!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8037853776322556682</id><published>2008-01-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:01:24.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2194750060_10e37ab2d8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2194750060_10e37ab2d8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, my hangout place is the kitchen. I'd learn to cook some easy dishes from my mom or the recipe book. Some tasted okay, some were disastrous. Haha, I guess I still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If boredoom is pushing me right to the edge, I'd bake. Haha. Most of the batter is usually instant. Then, mom wouldn't have a headache in case I sneeze into the bag of flour. LoL. However, I still think it is more fun to make your own batter. Maybe that's when you can put your name to whatever you're baking :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8037853776322556682?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8037853776322556682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8037853776322556682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8037853776322556682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8037853776322556682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/kitchen.html' title='kitchen'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2194750060_10e37ab2d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-1843641320481520503</id><published>2008-01-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:24:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grapes</title><content type='html'>I like green grapes better than the purple ones.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-1843641320481520503?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/1843641320481520503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=1843641320481520503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1843641320481520503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/1843641320481520503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/grapes.html' title='grapes'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2668323860219692541</id><published>2008-01-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:49:51.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>It feels as if the page wouldn't turn to the last, making the story incomplete. Because of the incomplete story, the book can't be closed and the reader can't move on to open another book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seeks closure. So am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2668323860219692541?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2668323860219692541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2668323860219692541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2668323860219692541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2668323860219692541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-415574683761454553</id><published>2008-01-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:55:36.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poly open house</title><content type='html'>I woke up unusually early today. Haha. I can't really remember the whole thing but I had a super nice, sweet dream :D If only I have dreams like that every night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Justin were supposed to roam Republic Poly but instead we went to Causeway Point to shop for gifts first. After lunch, we headed to RP. Heh. This time I didn't get lost. Memories of me, Audrey and YiQi being lost for hours in search of RP is still etched on my mind so clearly. Haha. Good old times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP still looks the same to me. Those white round chairs are still there. In fact I think if I took one home, no one would even notice the absence of that particular chair. Haha. Okay.. Somehow, they look like toilet cubicles too! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, we saw some peeps throwing pebbles. The guy was so pro; the pebble he threw actually skipped 3times! Maybe it's a new hobby of the RP students =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked walked all the way back to the mrt. I saw 5 lightning streaks okay. 5!! Right before my very eyes. And we were walking in an open field =s Do the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Spore Poly. Unlike RP, the place was packed with people in uniforms. It makes me miss school. In any way, I don't really like that place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. I bought a temporary pendant for my necklace since the star pendant is almost 50% rusty. Sad... but I'll scout for a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2183453438_cd654286f2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="145" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2183453438_cd654286f2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2161/2183453380_b0ecee5c76_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="116" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2161/2183453380_b0ecee5c76_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2182667261_10c88c28b5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2182667261_10c88c28b5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/2182667363_76874df00e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/2182667363_76874df00e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2183453062_47627fb79d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="145" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2183453062_47627fb79d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2322/2182667179_23cf27c618_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="192" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2322/2182667179_23cf27c618_m.jpg" 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/1569685330295251485-415574683761454553?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/415574683761454553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=415574683761454553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/415574683761454553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/415574683761454553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/poly-open-house.html' title='poly open house'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2183453438_cd654286f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-7035395405587193632</id><published>2008-01-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:11:43.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye old year hello new year</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of the year and also the starting of a new year on the Islamic calender. Yeah, thus the whole family went to the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in those last moments of the year... Fiqah said to me, 'This is the last bad deed I'm going to do this year.' With that, she pinched me. HUR HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, most of the people there were kind of repenting on their sins and erm praying to end the year on a lighter note [something like that]. The lady beside Fiqah was seriously repenting; it was super obvious. So I asked Fiqah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me : Eh, are you repenting on your sins?&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah: What for?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Then what are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah: I'm thinking what I want to stop doing and what I want to continue doing.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I made the first good deed by donating a dollar to the mosque :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-7035395405587193632?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/7035395405587193632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=7035395405587193632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7035395405587193632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7035395405587193632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-old-year-hello-new-year.html' title='bye old year hello new year'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-7540016257947442317</id><published>2008-01-08T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:06:22.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>michelle branch: the spirit room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11320000/11327713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11320000/11327713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michelle Branch: The Spirit Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Room is on my number one WANTED! list :D Maybe I'll bribe someone to buy it for me. Haha. If there's no one who wants to buy it for me... then I'll buy it myself. LOL! It's a worthy buy after all. The lyrics to her songs are great. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Some tracks of my pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQYmAR0J7sQ"&gt;Everywhere &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNJnT4JON0I"&gt;Breathe &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pITRwJ-2c1g"&gt;Goodbye to You &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbBvX7yxj_4"&gt;All You Wanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's quite impressive for a 17 year old kid to write her own songs and make a big hit in 2001. Yup... she's still writing her own songs. I guess it's something from her thoughts which makes the songs more meaningful to hear :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-7540016257947442317?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/7540016257947442317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=7540016257947442317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7540016257947442317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/7540016257947442317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/michelle-branch-spirit-room.html' title='michelle branch: the spirit room'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-2238842707240192136</id><published>2008-01-07T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:14:58.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scalded!</title><content type='html'>I scalded a tiny weeny part of my hand while cooking my dinner. The heat is almost gone but the pain is still there and there's a &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;line&lt;/u&gt; marked across my thumb. &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fried the instant noodles. You know... the dried version instead of the soupy one. It tasted good. Okay, it has to taste good since it was my erm 3rd try. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked kinda yummy to just pounce my fork into the frying pan, so yeah... my dinner was hot from the &lt;s&gt;oven&lt;/s&gt; pan :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-2238842707240192136?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/2238842707240192136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=2238842707240192136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2238842707240192136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/2238842707240192136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/scalded.html' title='scalded!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-8680805725081224970</id><published>2008-01-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:13:25.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>coffee prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://netlife.vietnamnet.vn/Library/Images/91/2007/10/phim%20HQ/yeh070626en8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://netlife.vietnamnet.vn/Library/Images/91/2007/10/phim%20HQ/yeh070626en8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm done watching &lt;em&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/em&gt;. Fast eh? I think currently episode 5 is being aired on Channel U. Ah well, the drama had a lot of coffee, laughter and basically &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eun Hye's boy acting was not so bad considering her erm various girly roles. Then again... it's not that hard to act like a boy, right? =P Oh ya, Kim Dong Wook was super cartoon :D From the start until the end, he's going &lt;em&gt;'My Chan'&lt;/em&gt; here and &lt;em&gt;'My Chan'&lt;/em&gt; there. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-8680805725081224970?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/8680805725081224970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=8680805725081224970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8680805725081224970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/8680805725081224970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/coffee-prince.html' title='coffee prince'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-5097151227935770393</id><published>2008-01-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:32:12.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>table cleaned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2165265382_5e4fbfca6d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2165265382_5e4fbfca6d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/2164468735_c31200f995_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="204" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/2164468735_c31200f995_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cleaned up my table. Haha. Like, finally! Threw away almost 90% of my worksheets and books. The remaining 5% and my table were inherited by Nur Afiqah. LOL. Hope she'll study harder than I did for her O's (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my new table is another table placed beside my computer table. Apparently, my new table also happens to have a computer. Which also means that the 2 computers in the house are placed side by side. Yeah, I know the pros and cons of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still prefer the computer not on my new table though. The one on my table has a faulty keyboard which cooperates with me only when it's happy. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-5097151227935770393?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/5097151227935770393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=5097151227935770393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5097151227935770393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/5097151227935770393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/cleaned-up-my-table.html' title='table cleaned!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2165265382_5e4fbfca6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-650920509468942862</id><published>2008-01-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:30:35.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more kumon</title><content type='html'>I quit my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-650920509468942862?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/650920509468942862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=650920509468942862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/650920509468942862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/650920509468942862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-kumon.html' title='no more kumon'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1569685330295251485.post-3506084141396963676</id><published>2008-01-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:45:45.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2008!</title><content type='html'>It's 2oo8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the beginning of the new year, I think I'll make an effort to be more optimistic (: Then I would be smiling a little more, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1569685330295251485-3506084141396963676?l=telltalltales07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/feeds/3506084141396963676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1569685330295251485&amp;postID=3506084141396963676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3506084141396963676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1569685330295251485/posts/default/3506084141396963676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telltalltales07.blogspot.com/2008/01/scv-saved.html' title='happy 2008!'/><author><name>adawiyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00101065226408852741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
