<?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-6964848670471026318</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:52.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain stopped by to say..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-2523095655079422732</id><published>2007-09-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:22:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAY THE SAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't you ever wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you were someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the way you are exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't you ever say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you don't like the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;when you learn to love yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you're better off by far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i hope you'll always stay the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cos there's nothing bout you i would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think that you could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;whatever you wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you just realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;all the dreams you have inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you've got something to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just open up your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and let it show you the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;reach down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the love you find will set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you will come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;have faith in what you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*CHORUS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;no there's nothing bout you i would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG! i love this song! abit old, but hey, who gives right?! plus, joey mcintyre was quite cute back then. ahaha! go listen ok! and if anyone has it, be a kind soul and send it to me PLEASE! wakaka! i've decided that maybe i should post songs in every three entries. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 300907&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2523095655079422732?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2523095655079422732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2523095655079422732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2523095655079422732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2523095655079422732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/09/stay-same.html' title='STAY THE SAME'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-5978180029186473600</id><published>2007-09-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:02:56.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOILERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;pw pw pw pw pw ... pw pw pw pw pw *knocks head aginst the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i swear that's the worst thing in the face of the universe! wahh! like it isn't bad enough that we have to study for promos! ok, shan't kill the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm absoulutely in love with alter bridge! ahaha! they rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 090907&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-5978180029186473600?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5978180029186473600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=5978180029186473600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/5978180029186473600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/5978180029186473600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/09/pw-pw-pw-pw-pw.html' title='SPOILERS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4360784617582071774</id><published>2007-08-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:34:37.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVY EYES, HEAVY HEAD &amp; A WEAK NECK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's freaking 4am in the morning and i still have freaking PROJECT WORK to do! wahh! how did a nice teacher like ms naidu end up with such a demon-ish job?! my brains are getting fried, and i can't type properly. pw's such a drag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;     ramones are crazy people. 4 of us are online now. god knows what in heaven's name they're up to at this time of the day, or night.. but nah, i shan't talk to them, they're probably busy anyways. (maybe with pw too! sighs.) random, random, i just need a break from p****** w*** that's all. so that's it. the only two vulgarities you need to know in jc. that and m*gg*ng. ahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     on a lighter note, mum's coming back from china tml at 9pm or something like that. i think she called me to tell me just now but i can't remember. you know those times when you're in the middle of a deep sleep and someone tells you something, and when you really wake up, you can't really decide if it was a dream or if it really did happened. either way, i'll probably get in trouble cos i can't remember the flight number and what time it lands. KAPEESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;     went to city hall with the guys today. with the exception of jon, but gabriel came, so it wasn't that bad. ahaha! they're really something you know. sweet, disgusting, cute, egoistic, relatable and embarassing all at the same time. it's an odd mix, but it's great. don't really think you'll find a weirder treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     jared and gabriel were teaching athena and i some "3 step" thing. before that, the only step i knew was "2 step", some dance move i picked up during my obsession-with-nsync-days. i would have been enthu and kept trying it except for one teeeeeeeeeeeny weeeeeeeeny little thing. WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF MARINA SQUARE! ahaha! but not like it mattered to THEM, so they just kept at it. funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;     i'm quite sad that i'll be missing teachers' day in rj actually. like, i know i'll get to go back to cedar, see all my old buddies, FINALLY CATCH UP WITH MY GORGEOUSES, (can't wait!) and see my physics teacher for the first time since o levels. (pray he won't ask me what i got for o's!) but i still wanna spend teachers' day at rj, with ms chuah and ms prakash. especially since ms chuah a cedarian too! sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     damn! 430! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4360784617582071774?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4360784617582071774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4360784617582071774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4360784617582071774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4360784617582071774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/heavy-eyes-heavy-head-weak-neck.html' title='HEAVY EYES, HEAVY HEAD &amp; A WEAK NECK'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8828713021718395484</id><published>2007-08-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:52:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i caught up on a lot of sleep today. ahaha! being sick is a good excuse to sleep alot, no? the medication's drowsy anyways. i would've lazed around the entire day but promos are really starting to scare the life out of me. so i tired to be hardworking and sort out all the notes i had lying around since mid-term2. NOTE: go over to the photocopy shop and get all my notes binded! and that drained me, but i slept too much to sleep again, so i got my dosage of nsync! ahaha! miss those guys! wahh! jc is seriosly SMOKING HOTT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok whatever. i think i'm really starting to enjoy the company of my class. as in, it was pretty hard to settle in at first cos we're really diverse - the wild and the conservative, the muggers and the procrastinators, the sporty ones and those who simply hate pe. (ehem *athena* ehem) but yeah. still, i think pw really sheds light on people in a totally different aspect. you see how some deal with pressure and how they all work together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i know the 2 of you are really smart. kudos to the both of you for that. keep at it. i know how you guys wanna do really well for pw, heck, who doesn't. but i can't understand why you treat us the way you do. are we seriously hampering your efforts of getting 'A's for every damned subject?! like, our understanding of the theory may have countless defects, not beacuse we didn't try. (did i mention my econs is the worst in class?) but it hurts so bad when you whisper amongst yourselves, and do stuff without including the other two. and how you get irritated when we don't understand, but it's not like you try to explain in the first place. it makes me feel dumb-er and more useless. and boy, let me tell you, IT SUCKS! so now, i hate pw. because i don't even feel it's MY project anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aiya, it's not that they're not nice. sometimes i can't help thinking it's me who has the problem. sighs. in any case, it's nice having people to relate to. no matter how bad this sounds, it's nice having people who side you, and always make you feel like you're right, though sometimes you know it's your fault. and those you who give you a high five or a little knock of fists when they know you're gonna cry terribly. and those who just know there's something wrong with you, no matter how many times you tell them you're ok. and those who tell you to get better and take care when you're not well. those who listen when you've got stuff to say then try to make you feel better by cracking stupid jokes. those who make studying something i'd look forward to. or talk to you while you walk to the bus stop in the rain. even if it's just stirring your drink for you when it's too hot to drink. you wonder where'd you be or the person you'd become without these people in your lives. THANKS GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i don't know. it hit me pretty hard when i read rin's comment to aisyah on friendster. "ain has disppeared." i felt sooo low. so many times before i left cedar i told myself that no matter how far our future would bring us, i'd always make time for my gorgeouses. and in the beginning, i did. but now, with the tonnes of things i have to keep myself occupied in school, i think i'm starting to forget that promise i made. and again, IT SUCKS. i love them to bits. (hope you guys know that) sighs. when i think of them, i feel contented. with them, it wasn't about going to fancy places for dinner. pot luck at the beach was enough. it wasn't about dressing up and trying to look pretty. tshirt and jeans were all i had to wear. and it wasn't about watching movies and all that. just walking over to get irish cream coffee was memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to the three of you, if you're reading this, PLEASE KNOW THIS OK? even if i don't tag your blogs as frequently as sooo many others do, it's not that i don't read it anymore or that i've forgotten you or that i'm too busy to want to have anything to do with you. cmon, you guys know how i don't really like the computer. and just because we don't go out as often as we used to doesn't mean we won't eventually, even for a couple of minutes. even if by unexcusable reason, i don't reply you on msn, it's not that i feel talking to you is a waste of time. i'll always be there, the same ain that you guys have helped shape, they one that you guys had known all these years. it pains me so to know that you've felt i've drifted, cos i don't want to. LOVE YOU! remember that ok? just hold on to us. wherever you go, i'll be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 230807&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8828713021718395484?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8828713021718395484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8828713021718395484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8828713021718395484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8828713021718395484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/sucks.html' title='SUCKS'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-6029486131210294271</id><published>2007-08-19T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T04:54:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! just got back home from a day at kexin's house trying to do pw. don't have to ask much about how much we were able to do. sighs. i think it's really eating my life up. all our lives up actually. i don't know. i'd rather spend my time doing other stuff, studing for promos even. planning for events that would eventually be carried out was sooo much more fun and fruitful. at least the ideas were worked on, not just left there. *thinks of FloorPLAY* ok, anyways, i need a break from pw now, (NO! i haven't moved away from that damned subject yet.) so i decided to do this questionairre mazmo sent me a while back. lol! ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. were you named after anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! nope! mummy said she thought about my name long before i was born and she always liked it. but then again, who doesn't right?! SITI NUR'AIN. so easy to say! (...so easy to make fun of...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. when was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thursday. eh, is crying the same as tearing?! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. do you like your handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;not when i can't finish essays during exams, i don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. what is your favourite lunch meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;beef! especially those in black pepper sauce! wah! just in case you're planning on TREATING me to steak for lunch *hint hint* i like my beef MEDIUM ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. do you have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;?!?! crazy ah? it'll be fun actually, though i think my kid would suffocate cos i'd hug him so tight and never let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. if you were another person, would you be friends with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i guess so. i mean why not right?! like, what's life without ain anyways?! ok, ego much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. do you use sarcasm alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! i love being sarcastic, in a nice way laa. i have my days. but i hate it when people use it to tick you off. so annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. do you still have your tonsils?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they're still there! ahaha! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! *opens mouth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. would you bungee jump?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;go and die laa! you wish man! i happen to really like staying alive, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. what's your favourite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FROSTIES! ahaha! *winks at athena*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. do you unite your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think so. i get in alot of trouble if i don't. sighs.. the things you get having to live with merticulous GUYS in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. do you think you are strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all those gym trainings since sec1 had better paid off man! *flexes* SHIT LAA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. what's your favourite ice-cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;orange sherbet! especially the one from swensens! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. what's the first thing you notice about people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think it's how muscular they are. or more like, how toned their bodies ah. ahaha! damn, i sound like some twisted pervert. please! i swear i'm not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. red or pink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;red i think. only cos i've always wanted a red shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. what's the least favourite thing about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;being the best procrastinator. it's really not something i'm proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. who do you miss the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;those that i love dearly and i hardly or can't ever see them again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. what colour pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;barefoot! mummy would kill me if i wore shoes in the house! and, some berms. they're blue. (surprise surprise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. what was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;asam laksa! still nothing beats the ones from penang. go original people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. what are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my bro singing in the bathroom. ahaha! i can't make out what he's saying. sighs. heavy metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21. if you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;easy! blue! not the darker shades though. those are just plain emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22. favourite smells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;babies! ok, not when they're doing their business laa, but you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23. who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jodie and kexin. damn pw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24. do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;?!?! what kind of a question was that?! who doesn't love mazmo when they know her?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25. favourite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;soccer. athletics definitely. i don't know. i'd be open to anything, besides golf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26. hair colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;black. how dull. do you know you get caught in rj if you've got gyed hair?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;27. eye colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;everyone's looks a little brown when the sun shine's in them. ok, desperate attempts to make in seem un-black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;28. do you wear contacts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;since sec2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29. favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sheesh! i eat anything! that's halal of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;30. scary movie or happy endings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;happy endings. they always melt your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31. last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THE PATRIOT! on star movies! it's damn good! plus you get to oggle at heath ledger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;32. what colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;black. wahhh! emo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;33. summer or winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;winter definitely! always wanted to make SNOW ANGELS! aiyo, singapore's like summer everyday laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;34. hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisses are HARAM! cannot! ahaha! but hugs are nicer anyways. they're warmer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;35. favourite dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cheng tng! go try the one at geylang market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;36. most likely to respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mummy. when she's not sleeping laa. when she does, "not even 10 foghorns can wake [her]!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;37. least likely to respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. that's a tough one. i don't know. the indian uncle at s11 bishan. i think he hates me. if only he knew i was indian too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;38. what book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pride &amp; prejudice! DARCY'S HOTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;39. what is on your mouse pad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;?!?! my mouse laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;40. what did you watch on tv last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i didn't watch anything! i was out the whole day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. favourite sound?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jared singing the national anthem. i swear you can NEVER find another rock version of majulah singapura! ahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;42. rolling stones oe beatles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;why isn't NSYNC a choice! so unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;43. what's the furthest you've ever been from home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thailand. track&amp;amp;field training camp. lol! ahh, memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;44. do you have a special talent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think so. if i talk too much, i irritate myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;45. where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kadang kerbau hospital. 13 hours after aisyah! HOW COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-6029486131210294271?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6029486131210294271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=6029486131210294271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6029486131210294271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6029486131210294271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/try-this.html' title='TRY THIS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-1448283589430841016</id><published>2007-08-18T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:26:22.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE YOU EVER REALLY LOVED A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to really love a woman - to understand her - you gotta know her deep inside - hear every thought - see every dream - and give her wings when she wants to fly - and when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms - you know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you love a woman - you tell her that she's really wanted - when you love woman - tell her that she's the one - she needs somebody - to tell her that it's gonna last forever - so tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;when you love a woman - let her hold you - till you know how she needs to be touched - you gotta breathe her - and really taste her - till you feel her in your blood - when you can see your unborn children in her eyes - you know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you love a woman - you tell her that she's really wanted - when you love a woman - tell her that she's the one - she needs somebody - to tell her that you'll always be together - so tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you gotta give her some faith - hold her tight - a little tenderness - you gotta treat her right - she will be there for you - takin' good care of you - you really gotta love your woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you love a woman - you tell her that she's really wanted - when you love a woman - you tell her that she's the one - she needs somebody to tell you that it's gonna last forever - so tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WAH! really love this song man! beautiful ain't it?! ahaha! bryan adams. sang our hearts out during class camp. damn! gonna miss those moments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 190807&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-1448283589430841016?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1448283589430841016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=1448283589430841016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/1448283589430841016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/1448283589430841016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-you-ever-really-loved-woman.html' title='HAVE YOU EVER REALLY LOVED A WOMAN'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-3116301309439439571</id><published>2007-08-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:34:43.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S CLASS CAMP TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call me insane, but i think i'm starting to get hooked on PRIDE &amp;amp; PREJUDICE. i just can't stop reading the damned thing. read it in the bus, read in when i'm free, read it before i sleep. it's an unhealthy obsession seriously. (if ms lye sees this, i'm sooo screwed.) i can't stop. partly beacause i'm not supposed to, considering we're supposed to finish it even before common tests, but mostly i think it's cos i'm simply biased. ahaha! FITZWILLAIM DARCY! wah! he's seriously DAMN HOT! and he's soooo sweet! sighs. maybe it's this idealistic thing athena's got me constantly dreaming about. you know, kinda like a knight in shining armour. oh wells, it doesn't hurt to want things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, i've realized that i haven't been doing much work after school for the past weeks or so. doesn't help that promos are like 6 freaking weeks away! even all those times when i'd stay back with a couple of the ramones, i'd be sooo distracted. plus, dad gets pissed that i'm always home so late. keep telling him it's track, (and no, i'm not lying) and then, his next few lines are always the same. hardly ever any variations to it. first, he'll go on about how track's taking up so much of my time, then how maybe me being a captain was a wrong move, and the worst part of all, he'll reflect upon my dsa as being a wrong choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't help it that i love jumping. there've been so many other ccas i've taken part in since primary school, several others that i've had the opprtunity to represent, but nothing compared to running or jumping for the school. i don't know. it's a different atmosphere. it's nicer. but maybe, being too attached isn't a good thing either. i always told myself when i dsa-ed that studies will always be more important. but being capt-AIN made me wanna give sooo much more for the team. i'd put my heart and soul into it, so much so that i've neglected what i decided to be most important. gah! life is unfair, no? you hardly ever get the best of both worlds. well, now, there's no more excuses. nothing i can say to excuse myself from studying. no more trainings, no more meetings, no more ihc. just gotta sit my big butt down and focus. just like how i'd put my energy in a jump or spend my time visulaizing it, i shall now spend it memorising notes and putting in extra effort in work. GO AIN! ALL THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, the hectic life that most of us have now has been driting me away from the very people that were there for me when it all started. my og. hardly ever talk to them anymore. as in, you can't expect to be close to evryone, but the one or two that always stuck with you, you thank them from the bottom of your heart for making life during the first three months bearable and enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely talk to bernard now. talking's just one thing. i don't think i see him much now either. like, now that i've got people like jared+jon+bruno to keep me company during breaks, i don't pay much attention to him anymore when he comes over. not like before. makes me feel terrible. i think i have a disgraceful habit of treating people like they're 'spare tyres'. it's not something i want to possess, yet at the same time, i don't think it's something i can rid myself of that easily. i don't wanna remember the not-so-pleasant things he's done. (i'm just sensitive.) i know he's not like that. but we are human right? everyone does things that they don't mean to (i think) sometimes. unintentionally, they hurt people around them. but i don't wanna remember him for that, cos then i'll hate him. and i don't want to. cos we've spent so much time talking and in each other's company that that would be a most terrible outcome. sighs. things were simpler when you didn't have to know so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 150807&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-3116301309439439571?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3116301309439439571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=3116301309439439571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3116301309439439571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3116301309439439571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-class-camp-tomorrow.html' title='IT&apos;S CLASS CAMP TOMORROW!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8689669151194766757</id><published>2007-08-10T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T04:22:33.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE BEING EMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     it's hard to believe that the hardest thing to cope with in rj coming from a school like cedar is not the academic work. (even for a moron and procrastinator like me.) it's more of something that i would think people shouldn't have a problem with. not at this age at least. but it's like, the older you grow, the problem of finding close friends gets more and more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you're thrown into a jc, where the cohort increases 3 times in size, you're bound know alot of people. it's fun, and i'm grateful for all the friends i've got. still, not all you can confide in. some only prove to be bone-heads and bitches much later after you've been acquainted. but of course, there are the rare few that their company you love so much, and moments you spend without them, you spend mugging or in misery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     i hate being emo about this, over and over and over again. but since i've lost the constant company of aisyah+rin+mazmo, i feel lost sometimes. and seeing them all settled in in their own schools with their new friends sometimes makes me feel pathetic at the fact that i can't move on. ok, so i'm sentimental, and i treasure my past so much, especially those that i love. but i want to be able to be comfortable with new people, and have them be okay with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nicole and athena are probably the two people that i feel secure with. not the only 2, but yeah, you get the drift. but nicole's in a different class. with clashing timetables, i usually only see her after school. and it's a little different with athena. sometimes i feel bad when i feel so attached to her cos i think that cos of me, someone else lost their best friend. then there's jon+jared+bruno. ahaha! you guys rock my world! i really miss having bruno around, but in a way, i think he's going away is like a blessing in disguise. it really got me closer to the other two, especially jared. then of course there's the ramones that i simply cannot do without. they complete me, cos we're family. pathy+jiayuan+ian+aaron+farish. guys, hold on to this aight, cos it's the one good thing that we've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;     there are others that you wish you could be really close to, but they never seem to happen. so now, how do you equally distribute your time among all? how do you go out with one without disappointing or hurting the others. i wish there was someone to talk to. i can't call aisyah, or rin or mazmo (or at least not as often as i used to) cos i don't wanna be a nuisance, burdening them with more problems than they already have.  sighs. wah! it sucks feeling like you're all alone when people tell you "omg! you know so many people." for a long time now, i still want someone that i can pour my heart out to. shoots, i'm starting to think lit is having terrible influences on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 100807&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8689669151194766757?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8689669151194766757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8689669151194766757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8689669151194766757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8689669151194766757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-being-emo.html' title='I HATE BEING EMO!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-2795717560269422183</id><published>2007-08-10T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:41:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRIBUTE TO DADDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;went to watch fireworks with philbert today. ahaha! we had so much fun! athena was supposed to come but she had other plans. ok, note to self: the next time i go out to watch stuff, i'm sticking to my sneakers. my feet were on the verge of dying just now. come to think of it, i was standing for at least 4 hours. lol! anyways, I DIDN'T CLOSE MY EARS during the display! hah! i'm so proud of myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know, ever since i was 5, i've gone for ndp every single year. be it the preview or the actualy day, i'd be there anticipating the moment the police guard-of-honour contingent marches out into the stadium. then i'd watch them with so much enthusiasm and i'd be so critical about their marching like it was some innate characteristic. i remember how daddy would always call me after the parade to ask how their marching was, and i'd lways tell him that it was perfect, not because i just wanted to make him happy, but because it did look flawless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sighs. and the only year that i couldn't go for had to be this year's - daddy's last. it would have been nice, sitting in a new place, watching daddy do his thing one last time. ahaha! last year was probably the only year that i went without my family. i went with the gorgeouses instead. i remember how much fun we had, dancing to the music and all! lol! it was so cool watching dad on tv! you're like "omg! that's my dad!" ahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;both my parents are gonna retire next year. no more attending marching rehearsals. no more attending police functions, those that i've been accustomed to attending since young. no more having random people come up to mum and dad and say hi or salute them or something. (at least no more celebs amongst them at least.) well, we did have a couple of unforgettable ones. taufik batisah, fadly awaluddin, hady mirza, ferhad. (ahaha! malays!) ahaha! i can just hear my sis wail over the fact that she wouldn't be able to meet anymore 'hot' ns men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;growing up as a kid to police parents did have its benefits i think. i mean, apart from the fact that i've grown up to be a law-abiding citizen, (or so i thought) i've learnt loads of things that not many will. my parents used to bring me to work alot when i was younger. i wish i'd paid more attention to their work then, but being a kid, i didn't really give a damn. now that i'm much older, (and sadly, busier) they don't bring me around much. when i finally have the mental capacity to be able to absorb and understand whatever it is they do, the opportunity to tag along dissipates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm really gonna miss the whole police life thing. ahaha! my bro wants to be a police officer, so he'll probably carry the family name. still, i can't help worrying that he'll be overshadowed by both my parents. lol! oh wells.. ok, this is random. screw sigmund freud! i love being daddy'l not-so-little-anymore girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ain.was.here! 090807&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2795717560269422183?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2795717560269422183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2795717560269422183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2795717560269422183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2795717560269422183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/08/tribute-to-daddy_10.html' title='A TRIBUTE TO DADDY'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4243102050806744916</id><published>2007-07-10T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:22:04.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was reading ian's blog and i realized i spaced out on the best birthday party i've ever had in my life. the only one actually, though it was like more than a month AFTER my birthday. ahaha! oh wells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE RAMONES had dinner at fish&amp;amp;co, and i was so convinced we were only gonna celebrate ian's birthday, but noooooo! ahaha! we celebrated mine too! YAY! it was quite cool really! like, cake and all, and ian had to spoil my already bad hair by making me wear that hat. there were like loads of gifts, and i finally got my BLUE water bottle! thanks guys! yeah! i never knew that aaron could get soooo excited over taking photos! CAMWHORE! lol! we took soooo many shots that athena's taking FOREVER to send to me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;damn! i love the ramones! athena-nicole-aaron-farish-jiayuan-ian-pathy. you guys make studying soooo fun and painless! and i'm soooooo looking forwad to FLOORPLAY! yay! it's gonna rock man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;with them around, school now seems fine and all. plus like the trackers and A03C and jon.jared.bruno and like everyone else. but i still miss my GORGEOUSES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rin+mazmo+aisyah. hey sexays! I MISS YOU GUYS! i know it's hard for us to meet up and all cos of school and all. just want you guys to know I LOVE YOU! we'll find time yeah! wakakaka! mazmo, don't worry about cts ok?! rin, i still have to meet you to get syafiq's cloak! and aisyah, don't stone so much aight, and take more vitamins. you keep getting sick! when you're lonely, think of your dear old 'mrs batisah' ok?! *winks* (ok, i can't!) HEARTS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ainwashere!&lt;/span&gt; 100707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4243102050806744916?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4243102050806744916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4243102050806744916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4243102050806744916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4243102050806744916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-surprise.html' title='BIRTHDAY SURPRISE!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-3130867260231165883</id><published>2007-07-10T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:22:31.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN LOVING MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's been 3 months, and still i can't seem to get over it. i don't know. i keep telling myself i've already accepted it, but i still am sad. i miss all those times that we used to talk about soccer, and all those times you would laugh at me when i talk about ronaldo. i hardly talk about man u anymore. there's no one to talk to about that anyways. i miss making coffee for you. i know i don't do it for aba alot, but making them for you was different, cos you always looked forward to it. and i'd always try to make them as nice as the previous ones. but you know what i miss the most? i miss going over to your house after all my competitions, and you'd congratulate me no matter how bad my jumps were. it's like, you were my most loyal fan. and i miss how you'd always bring me to banquet at greenridge in the evenings for dinner and get me the usual chicken noodle though you hated chicken so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sorry i didn't go there after competition on friday. i tried to jump for you, tried to jump good. i thought it was the least i could do when i think about how much you've supported me. i'm sorry i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't know. i can't help thinking it was my fault. you always liked your coffee sweet, so that's how i made it. and you liked it that way, so i never bothered to change it. then, you got diabetes. at least that was what they said. and you left us in less than a month. and the worst part was that i wasn't there when they pulled out the life support system thing. nah, i was walking in when they did it. i just saw the rest breaking down, so hard, i just knew you were gone. i ran, but there was nothing left to do. i never got to tell you i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know i've got to let go, sometime. but when i saw nenek crying in the morning just now, that day just keep playing itself in my brain. didn't help that the stupid movie during lit reminded me of you more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;help me please. I LOVE YOU ATUK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 100707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-3130867260231165883?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3130867260231165883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=3130867260231165883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3130867260231165883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3130867260231165883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-loving-memory.html' title='IN LOVING MEMORY'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-265949828111049891</id><published>2007-07-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:17:43.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENLIGHTENMENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've officially decided today that i don't want to let my blog die! so, i shall start posting entries again, erm, soon! sucks that my bro wants to use the computer now. oh wells! he earned it! the guys started work yesterday! *grins widely* YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 030707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-265949828111049891?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/265949828111049891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=265949828111049891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/265949828111049891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/265949828111049891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/07/enlightenment.html' title='ENLIGHTENMENT!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-2257903912223728686</id><published>2007-04-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:18:56.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG OVERDUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's been donkey years since i last updated yet i can't think of much to update you about. life's been pretty much the same. as in, my days rarely differ. it's wake up, shower, meet nanny at the interchange, go over to 'the gangs' table, walk past the track&amp;amp;field table, go over to the og, walk with athena to parade square, struggle to staying awake during lessons, EAT, (what would life be without food) slack a little after school, go for training, go home, eat dinner, shower, complete homework, occasionally (or so NOW it seems) update, and ultimately, SLEEP! gone were the days when i would call aisyah every night and just talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;looking for someone to talk to is becoming a chore. back then, though we met every single day, i would call the gorgeous-es every night. now, that we barely see each other anymore, i can hardly find time to call them. *shrugs* i miss them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but anywho's, moving away from the emo atmosphere, i'll say that saturday was damn happening laa! ahaha! mr seem cancelled training but a couple of us decided to go for training with wang kan's mum. *smiles* hey, it's not everyday you get to train with cool people ok! erm, not suggesting that mr seem is uncool or anything, but yeah, you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so yeah, i had no idea (or more like i forgot) how to get to bishan stadium, so eng wei told me to meet him and sheng in school. the stupid thing is the lousy ri gate isn't opened on saturdays, so i had to walk a BIG round just to get to school. and just when i reached the amphi, eng called and told me to meet them at the interchange instead cos we were running late. so poor ain had to walk ALL THE WAY BACK to the interchange. so as i was passing S11, i met them, and they said they left their spikes in school. so yes! ain had to go ALL THE WAY BACK to school. we reached school only to find out that all the gates were locked, so we resorted to climbing it instead. (woot! it was ACTUALLY damn fun!) yeah, then we had to help these 3 girls climb i too, but the one that i was supposed to be helping fell on her knees! ouch! oh wells, shit happens.. so FINALLY, they got their spikes and as we were just about to leave school, it started to POUR! like what the *toot*! kappesh! in the end, we decided to just cab there, and we hopped into this can with the FUNKIEST taxi driver in the face of the universe! we were soooooo happy that we took a picture with him! ahaha! he rocked laa! but never mind that. we reached the stadium and we panicked for a lil while cos we couldn't find them. but alls well cos they were all downstairs. yepp! so the rain stopped and we started on our warm-up! and guess what?! while we were stretching, some random uncle went like "OK! stadium closed! please leave." *rolls eyes* so poor ain, and everyone else of course, had to walk ALL THE WAY BACK to school to resume training. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well that was an experience.. national juniors' around the corner and i feel good. but it's starting to dawn on me that i just might be peaking to early. like seriously, nationals is around 3 months away. but let's just pray *crosses fingers* woot! i've got 2 birthday parties coming up during the weekend and a date with the gorgeous-es. just maybe, this week might not be as bad as the previous one. okok, i'm drained. shall go get some sleep.. gottsta go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 020407&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2257903912223728686?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2257903912223728686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2257903912223728686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2257903912223728686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2257903912223728686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-overdue.html' title='LONG OVERDUE'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-6175004166610477623</id><published>2007-03-15T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:42:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S SOOOOO HIGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now, today, i'm high! we jumped today! YAY! you know, there's a couple of differences between the pits in cedar and in rj. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. their sand is SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH softer. and whiter actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. the sand pit's longer. maybe it's cos there's guys there.. KAPEESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. there's ACTUALLY a long jump take-off board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mr seem really makes me proud! hey coach! congrats! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, i must say that training with guys now, is a REALLY different thing. sometimes they inspire you, sometimes, they demoralize. *sighs* but oh wells, putting things into perspective, they're guys anyways. they ARE supposed to be better than us. (or so said by ms see tho) hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have a baking contest with roy in like 2 weeks time. *shrugs* ahaha! i'm pretty confident i'll win! but with what, i have no idea! so if anyone's got any ideas, do tell.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my bro still hasn't got me new shoes. starting to wonder if he'll ever get me new ones.. but oh wells, the family's getting so caught up in other stuff, so it's ok.. I FORGIVE YOU! now, ain't i a nice sister?! *grins widely* come to think about it, abang, you owe me A LOT of stuff! since we were kids actually! all those packets of potato chips (not that i would want any now) that you promised to buy me so that i wouldn't tell mama when your teacher told me you didn't finish your homework. tsk tsk tsk. and all those dinners you promised to take me to when you get your salary. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but on the bright side, at least he pays for everything when we DO go out. ahah! damn. the washing machine's beeping! that's my cue! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere!  150307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-6175004166610477623?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6175004166610477623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=6175004166610477623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6175004166610477623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6175004166610477623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/03/shes-sooooo-high.html' title='SHE&apos;S SOOOOO HIGH!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-7553665719891326052</id><published>2007-03-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:03:10.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 DAYS.. WHERE'D YOU GO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;today was fun really! went out with my gorgeous-es again! YAY! feeling much better now that i've finally seen them. but as always, either of us can't make it, and today was rin's turn. she went out with her, erm, 'ehem ehem'. ahaha! how was the movie babe?! we missed you you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;seriously! i never realized the extent of our retard-ism till today. ahaha! we did really STEW-PIDD things man. but who gives right?! we went to the kids section in isetan and spent like 45 minutes just looking through toys. we were so engrossed and oblivious in being kids again that it took us a while to realize that a couple of guys were laughing at us. PAISEH! wah, kids nowadays have like a variety of things to choose from laa! anyways, i found my favourite already! *think of the barbie cash-register thinga-ma-jiggy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but all this came after looking through shoes and bags for like another 45 minutes. ahaha! mazmo and aisyah practically picked up every other shoe and went "OMG! this is SO NICE!" lol! we never really went shoe shopping before, so boy, was this an experience! they were so cute! they randomly picked out nice (pink-coloured) shoes and just tried them on. gah! i would too but shoes on display don't come in MY SIZE! hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i honestly think that if i had money like paris hilton, i'd be two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. a horrible-good-for-nothing materialistic brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! NO JOKE! but, since I'M NOT, i must say i'm really proud of my budget-shopping skills and my strong will against buying more food than i can actually stomach. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i really miss my gorgeous-es. it's barely been 2 hours but i wanna see them again. oh whatever! in bernard's words, "deal with it." you know, i can't believe i'm saying this, but i'm ACTUALLY gonna start on holiday homework now. (oxymoron, no?) so much to do, so little time.. ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 130307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-7553665719891326052?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7553665719891326052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=7553665719891326052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7553665719891326052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7553665719891326052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-days-whered-you-go.html' title='4 DAYS.. WHERE&apos;D YOU GO?'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-3834256554500361403</id><published>2007-03-12T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:31:03.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY GORGEOUS-ES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think my dad's a schizo honestly. its weird and scary and funny all at the same time. he can get really pissed for a while, then suddenly be all happy and cheerful a while later. and i really mean a SHORT while. a second ago, he just told me to smash my sister's mp3 player cos she's taking forever to call the company to send it for fixing. and now, he's being his nice self again, watching the tv, without a care in the world. ahaha! in fact, he just asked me for a hug. funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anywho's, j1 trackers went to seoul garden for luch today! ahaha! it was DAMN FUN! like seriously! woot! gah! i love them all! i wish we'd taken pictures, so i can like post them, but nooooooooooooooo! nobody thought about it. oh wells, shit happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know what, i'm starting to really like the phrase. ahaha! ok, random. i think going into rj has like made me lose some humour. cos i really can't think of anything lame to post right now. either that or most of my blood is still in my stomach, digesting that HUGE meal i had just now. nothing's left in my head. well, not much at least. but that bruise from captain's ball is STILL there. shoots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anywho's to those that kinda comforted me today, A HUGE THANKS! to nanny, amelia, bernard, kelvin and andrea. whoa! that's a lot of people. but yeah. you guys rock! hearts! ok, enough emotion, i must do homework. *rolls eyes* gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 120307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-3834256554500361403?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3834256554500361403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=3834256554500361403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3834256554500361403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3834256554500361403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-my-gorgeous-es.html' title='I MISS MY GORGEOUS-ES!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-601271735533772309</id><published>2007-03-12T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T04:56:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW FAVOURITE PHRASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;monday: wah, time trials were horrible! in the end, i didn't make the relay team. oh wells, shit happens. but looking on the bright side, (as said by dear mr seem) i get to concentrate on long and triple instead. ahaha! there always IS a bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: heh. i guess the ONLY major thing that day was econs lecture test. damn man! i totally missed out the 7-mark question. you know how everyone keep telling you to manage your time well cos there's this 10-mark question right at the end. well yeah, i got so excited about doing THAT question that i totally missed out the one before that. kappesh! oh wells, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: funny day. we were supposed to celebrate augustine's birthday after school, but mr seem messaged me during geog lecture asking me to go back to cedar to train. ahaha! it kinda ruined my plans, but oh wells, i got to JUMP! yay! finally! it's been forever! but then again, shit happens. my spike nails cut my leg. wah, i did some 'matrix-skateboarding' jump ah! lol! but the biggest rip-off was having to spend $10 on taxi fare. STEW-PIDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: 2ND ORIENTATION! woot! apparently, not a lot of people liked it cos it was boring. but who gives?! we took sooooooooo many retarded pics, so it didn't really matter. and yeah, we've got a new girl! heh. i guess it would have been more entertaining if the ENTIRE og went. a couple of people were missing. sobs. but oh wells, shit happens. training only resulted in painful shins honestly. mr seem's in thailand so we didn't exactly have people to emphatize with us. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: last day of the term! so, ain being the nice girl that she ALWAYS is, waited for the sprinters. ahaha! we had dinner at fork &amp;amp; spoon. damn, we had fun! but waiting for the sprinters was seriously painful and boring ah! oh wells, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: training was cancelled but still had to go bak to school for captains' ball. and that was intensive exercise enough man! but, (as you've already guessed) shit happens. i got whacked in the head by some guy's elbow, so yeah, i've got a bruise there. ahaha! but hey, ain is STRONG! then there was eugene's concert to attend at night. omg! eugene, i'll NEVER forget the way you hit that gong! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: ahaha! i got a prize! for getting 1st in religious class last year! *claps hand* funny! it was probably the only day of the week where shit DIDN'T happen. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized, i don't really like using the computer that much. but everytime i use it, i get accused o using it too often. especially by my dad, which is really dumb cos he's only home on weekends. kapeesh! oh wells, like i said, shit happens.. heh! gottsta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 110307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-601271735533772309?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/601271735533772309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=601271735533772309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/601271735533772309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/601271735533772309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-favourite-phrase.html' title='A NEW FAVOURITE PHRASE!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-2275780928455431320</id><published>2007-03-04T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:15:35.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD SHOE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was watching this army ad on tv, the one where they went "if your life were a movie, would it be a good one?" ahaha! i was just thinking about it. and you know what, i honestly think mine would. well, except for the parts that i have lessons. cos then, i just STONE. ok, wait, no! i pay attention, just less responsive than the rest of the class. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; finally managed to find a time to go out with my gorgeous-es! we met up on friday at amk cos that's where rin works. (by the way, her shop &lt;strong&gt;ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt;!) but sighs, mazmo wasn't there. it's ok babe! we'll find another time ok! no matter how difficult it may be. anywho's, within that short span of 2 hours, we tried updating each other about our lives and gulping down our lunches. ahaha! all that stuff about classmates and friends and &lt;strong&gt;EYE&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;CANDIES&lt;/strong&gt;! soooo many new names to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but then i had to be the &lt;strong&gt;SPOILER&lt;/strong&gt; and leave. mcs orientation back in school. but damn, it was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;! lol! &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;! i actually know more malay people in school! we were sorted out and was put into the publicity group. heh! cool eh! we've got this big drama production coming up and i'm soooooooo looking forward to it. &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO USHER&lt;/strong&gt;! ok, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but yeah, the highlight to a so-so week was of course heading on down to bernard's place. ok, wait, must say this: his nieces and nephews are &lt;strong&gt;DAMN CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;! no joke. they're soooooooo adorable! and i think they like me! *gushes* ahaha! but yeah, we reached his house like super late cos &lt;strong&gt;SOMEBODY&lt;/strong&gt; told us that the bus would be faster than taking the train. yeah right! our butts sored for and hour and a half hours laa! lousy kama. kapeesh! but it's ok, amelia already gave him the whacking he deserved. heh. but yeah, my dad came around 10 so i had to leave. ahaha! oh wells, there's gonna be cny again next year too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;gah! time trial's tomorrow! shoots! i wanna run fast. really badly. it doesn't help that my shoes are in a &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; bad state right now. bro just got back from brunei so he plans on buying them on tuesday. which means i have to live with talking, no, ummm, jaw-dropping shoes till then. &lt;strong&gt;UGLY&lt;/strong&gt;! but oh wells. okok, must go study for econs test! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 040307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2275780928455431320?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2275780928455431320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2275780928455431320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2275780928455431320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2275780928455431320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-shoe-day.html' title='BAD SHOE DAY!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-7603461394788870762</id><published>2007-02-25T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:16:59.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN DEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the past week has been rather hectic. it's weird though. the week was only supposed to be 3 days long but i kinda like 'pancit-ed' on friday. whoa! i went back to cedar but i was too tired to train so i kinda just watched the juniors train instead. ahaha! the sec 1s are cute laa! especially when they do their drills. but it kinda got me wondering if i looked that 'cute' (retarded) doing drills back then. ahaha! i remember how mr seem would always tell me to go cut my hair cos it'll always swing from side to side, occassionally whacking my partner's face. lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;training on saturday wasn't too taxing, which was really a good thing cos i think i would have just died if it were any more intensive. it would have been a perfect training if i hadn't whacked mysel on the head with a 30kg bar. ouch! ahaha! it was rather funny actually. kapeesh! oh wells, what can i say, shit happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so today, we started project pelita again! back to teaching kids again, except that i'm getting p5 kids this year. i ought to be happy cos they're definitely more teach-able as compared to p1 kids, but i've got the most notorious of the lot! they're like devils i tell you, except with really adorable faces. but yeah, this means, i've got extra stuff to do from now on. lol! *sighs* the stuff i get myself into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know, i really feel like religious classes this year are gonna be a total waste of my time. honestly! my teacher finds humour in calling me "monitor" just because i wear a different uniform from the rest. and when i laugh, he thinks i'm shivering and asks one of my classmates to hug me. (thinking it's funny) and when i ask him if we can turn off the air-con, he comes up with some story to why i'm sooo thin and i've got no fats to protect me from the cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i should really change my studying habits. at the rate i'm going, i'd probably flunk promos. shoots laa! i think my fatigue is being brought over. not good! we have this major time trial tomorrow to see if we get selected for the relay team. god knows how much i wanna do realy! gah! maybe an early sleep might help! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 250207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-7603461394788870762?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7603461394788870762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=7603461394788870762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7603461394788870762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7603461394788870762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/brain-dead.html' title='BRAIN DEAD!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-7057720186592873849</id><published>2007-02-21T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:59:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEW-PIDD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't know why, but i think eating $6 worth of kfc is much more satisfying than eating $4 worth of long john silvers. plus, i kinda think it's healthier too. gah! i was doing this research on kfc, (no! i wasn't bored. it was for a geog assignment) and they said that the chicken is served in paper buckets to absorb the oil. so, if you really have nothing to do, go see how effective it is, then tell me ok! cos i don't really think it works that well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, so much for random-ness. ahaha! woot! i trained again today! (cue to clap) funny story. i was supposed to train in cedar actually. but oh wells, ain has her days, when she tends to get really blur and moronic. she thought that the course for cip reps was today. so she waited outside the multi-purpose room for like 10 mins but &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY&lt;/strong&gt; came. so she took out the slip of paper that ms prakash gave her and read through it again. (thinking that she was at the wrong place) but &lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;! it was supposed to be on the 21st of &lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;STEW-PIDD&lt;/strong&gt;! well, at least i still trained in the end. lol!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, you know what, i'm sorta &lt;strong&gt;ZONING&lt;/strong&gt; out already. my brain's rather empty. for those who are thinking it, no, it's not empty &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the time. i happen to pay attention duirng lectures ok! but i rarely get anything out of them. kapeesh! okok, maybe i should spend this time going through lecture notes. yeah right! i'll just go read my lit books and fall asleep before mum makes me do any more chores. ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ainw&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;shere! 210207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-7057720186592873849?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7057720186592873849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=7057720186592873849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7057720186592873849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7057720186592873849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/stew-pidd.html' title='STEW-PIDD!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8473098376753963758</id><published>2007-02-18T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:58:26.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE OUTFITS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;first things first! a very &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; to all the chinese people out there! ahaha! you know, there's this one thing i don't think i'll ever understand. i never get why the chinese are not as excited about wearing traditional outfits as the rest. i think the chinese clothes (ok my bad. don't know how to spell) are nice! they're suuuper shiny! ok fine, difficult to wash, but still, nice to wear. so, that beats not wearing it right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yay! i feel &lt;strong&gt;ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/strong&gt; today! i managed to complete a couple of my assignments. but, i kinda did it during religious class. but honestly, not doing homework would mean 4 hours gone to waste! you see, my teacher this year (aka uztad) is a &lt;strong&gt;TOTAL BORE&lt;/strong&gt;! my dad said he was drowsy from taking painkillers, well daddy, this guys makes you sleep &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; much inflicted pain. pain to the eyes and neck of course. for not being able to keep your head up and trying to stay awake. but yeah, i shan't be mean. it's probably one of the things that comes with old age. ahaha! kappesh! i'm mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anywho's, i went for a jog today. it was kinda like, a farewell to my shoes, since my bro has kindly decided to buy me new ones! &lt;strong&gt;YIPPIE&lt;/strong&gt;! now, this is just one of the few reasons why i love him so dearly! but yeah, i intended on doing a couple of 100m stridings. well i did about 2 then i realized that people sort of stared. &lt;strong&gt;PAISEH&lt;/strong&gt;! maybe i forgot that there was bound to be a lot of people walking by. it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; chinese new year. so, i stopped. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol! i'm meeting up with my og tomorrow at elaine's house! my first chinese new year at a friend's place! well usually, i would spend them as a couch potato, so hey, it's a good change! gah! i miss my og! it sucks that we rarely hang out together! nooooo! it's not that we're dead ok! we're just really busy people. as in seriously. our og is soooooo pro-ed. as in, we've got all the superstars! cool eh? lol! now, aren't we just the cutest things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdhIwg_XRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rbndLzBLQG4/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032852581913150994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdhIwg_XRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rbndLzBLQG4/s400/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HH05 ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! i love them to bits! alright, must pick outfit! gottsta go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 180207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8473098376753963758?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8473098376753963758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8473098376753963758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8473098376753963758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8473098376753963758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-outfits.html' title='CHINESE OUTFITS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdhIwg_XRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rbndLzBLQG4/s72-c/Picture+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-3567955116615615283</id><published>2007-02-16T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:24:03.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN AT HEART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we had raffles take 5 today. omg, i was suuuper drained after that man! ahaha! but now i'm convinced i'd make splendid recorder. hey, it doesn't hurt to have a back up career ok! *shrugs* i ate sooooo much junk food today. i don't know if i should feel guilty. but i'm thinking that since i don't have training for another week or so, i should. oh wells. there was ice cream and macs first. then we went over to nicole's house, and there was bubble tea and instant noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;technically, i'm supposed to train tomorrow. but here's what happened: i came back home and realized that the door to my room was &lt;strong&gt;CLOSED&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;LOCKED&lt;/strong&gt;! and i still can't find the &lt;strong&gt;KEY&lt;/strong&gt;! aiyo, it doesn't help that i have an &lt;strong&gt;INEFFICIENT&lt;/strong&gt; laundry system at home. i think i'm running out of clothes to change into. &lt;strong&gt;MUST FIND KEY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now i'm sad. i'm missing my gorgeous-es &lt;strong&gt;HORRIBLY&lt;/strong&gt;! i sound like some psycho stalker, but i can't help it. i miss rin. i miss aisyah. i miss mazmo. kapeesh! let me remind myself of the better days. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdXfNA_XRfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8QeE44_pmag/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032173573353457138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdXfNA_XRfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8QeE44_pmag/s400/0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at taufik's birthday party '06! we had so much fun getting costumes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdXgLg_XRgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5UA7-r8zR_0/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032174647095281154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdXgLg_XRgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5UA7-r8zR_0/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;at taufik's birthday party '05! damn, we had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;aiyo! i've realised i don't have enough pictures with my gorgeous-es! &lt;strong&gt;NOT GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;! must take more. maybe i should save up and go get my own camera. lol! i never knew it was gonna be this hard being in different schools. come to think about it, we are &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; in different schools. one's in bedok, one's in pasir ris, one's in bishan, and the other might end up in potong pasir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;gah! i miss them &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; being around me. i miss sitting next to aisyah. i miss having mazmo as my diagonal partner. i miss hugging rin in the mornings. i miss having recess with them. (not like we have 'recess' now) i miss sitting at the same table for malay classes and always having cikgu constantly remind us to pay attention. i miss slacking at pp macs. i miss getting meringue and custard puffs. i miss playing at the playgrounds. i miss going to the beach. i miss going out together! i miss crapping for hours on the phone! i just miss them extremely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think cedar was definitely the best four years of my life. don't get me wrong. the people at rj are suuuuper nice too! but you know, my gorgeous-es, they were something else. i think it's horrible that fate has made distance an obstacle. &lt;strong&gt;WAH&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;EMO-ING&lt;/strong&gt;! i think it sucks that some people in rj are so misunderstood. well, this has been a long enough entry. gottsta go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 170207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-3567955116615615283?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3567955116615615283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=3567955116615615283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3567955116615615283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3567955116615615283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/pain-at-heart.html' title='PAIN AT HEART!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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/_3keNpryR2Bw/RdXfNA_XRfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8QeE44_pmag/s72-c/0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-4558732210956928011</id><published>2007-02-11T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:09:18.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE OPTIMISTIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i keep trying to post but the lousy administrator keeps saying some error occured! 3 TIMES already you know! STEW-PIDD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! i think the light in my bathroom is capable of throwing it's fair share of tantrums really. there are days when it works perfectly fine. then, there are the days doesn't when it CHOOSES not to. sighs. and today, it chose not to. so ain had to shower in the dark at around 9pm. and anyone who knows me relatively well would know of my EXTREME fear of the dark. all i had was a measly ray from that TINY torchlight i found on the table. oh wells, better that then no light at all. who knows what would've happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't know how to feel about my results honestly. i'm not happy, but i'm not sad either. and i don't think i feel numb towards it. aiyo, complicated stuff laa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hence, i shall think of stuff that makes me happy! like trainings! woot! my shin doesn't hurt anymore. YAYNESS! ahaha! anywho's, if there's one thing i love breaking during trainings, it's personal bests and if there's one pb i love breaking, it's squats. i finally hit 70! not bad eh.. *grins suuuuper widely* saturday's training was bad. (besides the fact that i've got a NEW PB of course) the sun was blazing man. but noooooooooooo. that's not the worst of it. not even CLOSE! i hurt my dear NANNY on saturday. the medicine ball smashed right into her head, hitting her hairband, causing her to bleed. *shrugs* i still feel extremely lousy.. SORRY NANNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think i've got a bruise on my hip today. ahaha! funny story. i was standing in the bus, looking at pictures in my phone (yes, i was THAT bored) when the bus braked and i seriously just crashed into the metal bar. ouch! i actually think that some of the passengers were laughing at me. maybe i gave a horrible expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;gah! this is bad! i shouldn't be procrastinating! okok, i'll be a good girl and go finish up my geog assignment! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 110207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4558732210956928011?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4558732210956928011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4558732210956928011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4558732210956928011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4558732210956928011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-optimistic.html' title='BE OPTIMISTIC!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-7731022494289238146</id><published>2007-02-03T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:48:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACKING IS FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just got home from dinner with my gorgeous-es! ahaha! woot! we had sooooo much &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;! i finally got to eat laksa. it's been horribly long. so, we chilled at the coffee shop till our butts sored, then wandered around trying to find a place where we could just sit and talk. but nooooo! bugis doesn't have nice seats for people. ahaha! in the end, we got a space in macs. (go try their wedges! they're &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; good) you know how time flies when you're having fun?! it's &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; the case. it's annoying! so much for having all the time in the world. so yeah, we said our goodbyes and went back home. &lt;strong&gt;WAH&lt;/strong&gt;! crap laa! heart pain man! it's frustrating to know that i can't see them as often as i used to. sexay-s, i miss you guys already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kapeesh! my shin hurts from training. it's really &lt;strong&gt;STEW-PIDD&lt;/strong&gt;! terrible timing. i just felt like i was gaining momentum from all the trainings. (and pe as well) but yeah. the rest seem to think it's a shin splint, but i really have no idea cos i've never had those before. *shrugs* never mind. i'll just go &lt;strong&gt;RICE&lt;/strong&gt;. (see, i paid attention during sports talk ok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've realised a downside of having the whole cohort from ri and rg come over. no, it's not the whole cliques thing. it's that, i can't make &lt;strong&gt;MY OWN&lt;/strong&gt; judgements about people. my views are always so restricted cos' everyone claims that they know everyone else longer, making their opinions more relevant. it's dumb really. what i want to believe always seem to oppose what has already been stereotyped. but that's just the thing, it's a &lt;strong&gt;STEREOTYPE&lt;/strong&gt;. sheesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i went for the singapore-thailand match the other day! singaporeans are horrible i tell you! it's bad enough that we're already &lt;strong&gt;EXTENSIVELY&lt;/strong&gt; vulgar, we have really bad sportsmanship too. tsk tsk tsk. it's a sad state. but oh wells, i loved the company!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;no matter how many time roy (or anyone for that matter) says it, i'm not a m***** (study-er) *shrugs* ahaha! i'd seriously win an award for the &lt;strong&gt;'BEST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PROCRASTINATOR'&lt;/strong&gt; if there was one. but it isn't something i'm proud of. noooo, i'm still rather sane. so therefore, i shall be a good girl and finish up my assignments. gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 030207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-7731022494289238146?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-3953290635617139136</id><published>2007-02-02T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:32:57.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLDING ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my world is closing in, i'm so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the door is locked and nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;desire is key that i must own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;emotions got me losing control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm losing control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i know, it's the way that i must live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;even though, it's so unclear, so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;god i know, there's a path for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i must believe and keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm wishing i was somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;this world has left me all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now why do they keep playing with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;trying to break me down, trying to make me blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cos i know, it's the way that i must live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;even though, it's so unclear, so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;god i know, there's a path for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i must believe and keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll never let my fears conquer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cos i know in my heart what i can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-taufik rocks, no? ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 030207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-3953290635617139136?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3953290635617139136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=3953290635617139136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3953290635617139136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/3953290635617139136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/02/holding-on.html' title='HOLDING ON'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8652274701516980495</id><published>2007-01-28T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:34:00.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;each day, i miss my &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS-ES&lt;/strong&gt; more and more. terrible. it's so difficult to find a time to meet up. not in the mornings, not in the afternoons, not even in the evenings. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. i honestly didn't think it would be this &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;. kapeesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that said, i love my class! ahaha! we rock man! we tried out for talentime, well,  just royce and clara at least, and they're so certain that we'll make it in. so, that means the rest of us have to think of ways to get involved. there are the dancers, the old ladies, and i end up getting the role of the police-officer. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. but i like! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can just picture myself being suuuper tired over the next few weeks. everything's so physically draining. well, you know how school is. trying (and succeeding) not to fall asleep in lectures and tutorials is a real &lt;strong&gt;CHORE&lt;/strong&gt;! it doesn't help that the pe sessions in rj are all fitness sessions. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. aiyo, got fitness test this week. bleagh. but the most demanding part is trainings. seriously, i have no idea how i survive. ahaha! it's ok, i love trainings, and i love jumping so i shan't let anything stand in my way. see, trainings are on 1 4 6. but mr seem wants extra sessions with me on 5s to correct my running technique. then he added that i should go back on 3s to gym as well. hmm, i can't wait to see how much i've improved. heeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so being the nice girl that i am, i went back to cedar on friday to train. ahaha! it &lt;strong&gt;ROCKED&lt;/strong&gt;! i miss the juniors so dearly, but, aiyo, training cannot talk. *clears throat* must focus. so i got to see the new sec 1s. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;. each year, the sec 1s get more vocal and more rebellious. (i wonder how i was) terrible. but oh wells. went for dinner with &lt;strong&gt;CEL&lt;/strong&gt;! at macs of all places. but yeah, i had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;! it's been soooo long since i walked back home. no, it wasn't nice. it was raining and my bag was so heavy. it worse now that my shoes are literally just falling apart. i need a new pair.. *looks around for mum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have a book report to finish by thursday, and i still have about 450 pages to go. so, gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 280107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8652274701516980495?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8652274701516980495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8652274701516980495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8652274701516980495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8652274701516980495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/01/weird.html' title='WEIRD'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-1067243196653035989</id><published>2007-01-23T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:04:57.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUP OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's been 2 weeks and my cough hasn't cured yet. it's starting to get to me. mum doesn't think it's 'just cough' anymore. ahaha! she's so adorable when she gets all worked up and worried. aye, i sound sadistic. hmm. *smiles slyly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;dad was nice. i mean, he's always nice. but he picked me up from school today. so that makes him extra nice. but seriously, how many times does he do that?! so yeah, it was like a father-daughter thing. yup, daddy's girl. we went to casuarina to eat prata (with &lt;strong&gt;FISH CURRY&lt;/strong&gt;!) and then he told me that bombshell got hit in the tailgate! kapeesh! for those who don't know, (or can't infer), bombshell is my car. ok fine, dad's car. cool name eh?! don't ask me how he (it) got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but yeah. it's injured. some female driver stepped on the &lt;strong&gt;ACCELERATION&lt;/strong&gt; pedal to &lt;strong&gt;BRAKE&lt;/strong&gt;! ahaha! people tell me time and time again that women can't drive. i didn't want to believe it at first but now, i'm getting more and more convinced. they brake for no apparent reason. seriously. even i wouldn't want to drive behind me. i brake like, all the time. on go karts laa. i can't even steer for nuts. i always come in last when i play daytona. hmph! but! it's ok, i still have 2 years. then you'll see me in my &lt;strong&gt;FORTUNER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have decided today that i am a &lt;strong&gt;LONER&lt;/strong&gt; after school. since i'm in the arts faculty, i have a weird timetable as opposed to the rest of the track&amp;fielders. fyi, i'm the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;/strong&gt; in the arts of all the j1s. aiyo! i &lt;strong&gt;REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;miss my og! i cannot wait for the 2nd orientation. and most of all, i miss my gorgeous-ses! gone were the days when all our lessons would end at the same time. sheesh! leave me be so i can wallow in my grief. ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 230107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-1067243196653035989?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1067243196653035989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=1067243196653035989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/1067243196653035989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/1067243196653035989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/01/soup-of-day.html' title='SOUP OF THE DAY'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-6416273060274711790</id><published>2007-01-21T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:06:47.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 DAYS TO GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3 days after getting it fixed, the computer crashed again. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! the last that i've heard, o levels results will be released on the 9th. *shrugs* aiyo, i honestly think the government worries us too much. study, do the paper, wait for the results. sheesh! can't they just keep the results. it would really save a lot of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kapeesh! i'm only saying it cos' i'm falling in love with rj. i love &lt;strong&gt;TRACK&amp;amp;FIELD&lt;/strong&gt;! i love &lt;strong&gt;HH5&lt;/strong&gt;! i love &lt;strong&gt;A03C&lt;/strong&gt;! i don't wanna find out that i can't stay. hah! i've dreamt of getting my results back thrice. no, it wasn't nice. but on the plus side, let's just say each dream shows a better result than the previous one. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so, i went to the mt party the other day. yeah. 'saw loser' performed. (don't know who they are? it's ok.. join the gang) ahaha! majority of the people were dead. funny! sylvester was standing at the back closing his ears. lol! honestly, they weren't &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; bad. hah, yeah right. i've felt so much better once we left the hall. (no! i'm becoming mean!) in the end, a couple of us ended up playing &lt;strong&gt;VERY BAD&lt;/strong&gt; volleyball in the amphi. but who gives right?! we had a ball of a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know, in rj, i deal with weird things that i've never had to deal with in cedar before. hmm. i don't know if it's funny or something, but it's just.. strange. see, i got slapped for saying tom cruise isn't hot. in this case, the truth does hurt. literally. kapeesh! i felt like a kid. i just ran away and screamed it &lt;strong&gt;LOUDER&lt;/strong&gt;. that'll show her! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've yet to find a person who likes, let alone, adores taufik in rj. i'm becoming taufik-sick. i talk about him and people just give me really &lt;strong&gt;FREAKY&lt;/strong&gt; looks. they are the random few who claim they've never heard of him. humph. maybe i should go blast his music on the pa system or something.. like as if that isn't bad &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;, nobody likes both nsync and bsb. they either like one of the 2, or none at all. aiyo! i'm beginning to think &lt;strong&gt;I'M&lt;/strong&gt; the weird one. it doesn't help that eng wei and bernard keep laughing at my facial expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to aisyah, rin and mazmo: &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS-ES&lt;/strong&gt;! i miss you guys! what happened to cookie-baking?! ahaha! never mind. this friday, after school, rin's shop? it's a plan aight! can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i just cut my hair. it's extremely short thanks to mum. this means i have to go figure out what i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE TO DO&lt;/strong&gt; to it. gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 210107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-6416273060274711790?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6416273060274711790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=6416273060274711790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6416273060274711790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/6416273060274711790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/01/18-days-to-go.html' title='18 DAYS TO GO!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-2200136872461080239</id><published>2007-01-12T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:23:53.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOUDED DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've realized that i've never posted anything depressing, so after 15 entries, this would be the first. i honestly think that intellect is a CURSE in disguise. aiyo, it makes you think more deeply. it makes you more reflective. it makes you understand more. somehow, the smarter you get, the more DIFFICULT it gets to appreciate the finer, more simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i hate being asked who i love more. it's the lowest state to put a child in. i hate being included in problems you create. it's degrading, it's torturing. i hate having my emotions toyed with. it's ruthless and disgusting. i hate feeling low time and time again. it's dismal. it's draining. it's painful. not everything has a brighter side to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm not a firm believer of KARMA. i don't think that all downs are accompanied by ups of equal magnitudes. those who know me well would know how optimistic i am. but whoever said that "life has a fair share of ups and downs" must have been seriously MISTAKEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm through with being sad. hah. gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 120106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2200136872461080239?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2200136872461080239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2200136872461080239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2200136872461080239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2200136872461080239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2007/01/clouded-days.html' title='CLOUDED DAYS'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-9047621883906494386</id><published>2006-12-26T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T05:00:50.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL NICKNAMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;taufik's party was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;! camp was &lt;strong&gt;SPLENDID&lt;/strong&gt;! kuala lumpur was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;! but i shan't bother you with the details. the 'entry' would turn into a 'Ain's Happy Holidays' novel instead. best-seller for the month eh? maybe two? you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's been 3 weeks since that 1 training i had with rj. now i have re-welcomed the putting-on-weight feeling. no thanks to that delicious.. juicy.. tender.. (not to mention expensive) steak i ate the other day. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SORRY MR SEEM&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now, this is &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; random. nicknames. yeah. i was just thinking about it. tricky stuff right? i could never find one that suits me. kapeesh! i don't really need one anyways. my name isn't that difficult to pronounce and remember. or so i thought. you'd be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;everyone else in my family has rather '&lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;' (or so to say) nicknames. this all started with my sister, in the car, on the way back from kl. she just casually said she wanted to be known as &lt;strong&gt;JJ&lt;/strong&gt;. for those who don't know, her name's diyana. *cue to go "what?!"* JJ = Juminah Juniour. well, juminah's my mum. my sis is kinda like a carbon copy of mummy in her younger years. no, it's not like you're &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; old mother dearest. now that explains it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my family calls my mum &lt;strong&gt;ROHAYA&lt;/strong&gt;. *cue to go "what?!"* it was when she was still a baby that she got this. see, when malay babies are born and they often fell sick, parents believed that they're names were inappropriate for them. the responsibility of having that name would be too great for them, hence they changed it. but no matter how many times i asked my mum, she would never tell me which name she was given when she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my dad's is really funny. someone once called home and asked for a &lt;strong&gt;FIFI&lt;/strong&gt;. so i went, "you've got the wrong number" but then he went "nono, i want to talk to your dad" and yes, that's his nickname. *cue to go "what?!"* given to him by his trainees. FIFI = Field Instructor FIrdous. you know what? i kinda like it. sorta like, a softer side of daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now, my bro's is just plain weird. &lt;strong&gt;ABANG BHAI&lt;/strong&gt;. nothing wrong when you say it. but by definition, it means 'brother brother' *cue to go "what?!"* my cousin is guilty of this. but oh wells, he likes it and there's a really nice ring to it, so who really gives right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;everyone just calls me either siti or ain really. (except mummy who calls me kakak/bubu) but even a simple name has a variety of pronunciations to it. i get people saying 'no-rain', 'no-i' and the worst by far 'iron'. so this is where i say, if you can't say '&lt;strong&gt;AIN&lt;/strong&gt;',why not just stick to '&lt;strong&gt;SITI&lt;/strong&gt;' eh. and just so you know, it's pronounced &lt;strong&gt;"C.T."&lt;/strong&gt; ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 261206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-9047621883906494386?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/9047621883906494386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=9047621883906494386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/9047621883906494386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/9047621883906494386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/taufiks-party-was-fun-camp-was-splendid.html' title='COOL NICKNAMES'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-409031729088795643</id><published>2006-12-11T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:20:28.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADING OFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, this part is for mazmo, rin and aisyah. gorgeous-es, can we &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; head on down to escape when i get back? i'm seriously desperate. and ticket prices have gone down to $6! pwe-tty puh-lease with sprinkles on top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've realised that reading actually keeps boredom away. ahaha! it's true. for the past couple of days, i've been reading 'i know why the caged bird sings'. the thing is, that's my sec 3 eril book. i've read it once before, for the sake of just reading it, hence, i didn't really absorb much. ahaha! but the book's really.., nice. kapeesh! ok, my vocab sucks. maybe i should read a dictionary instead. *looks around the room*. if only i could remember where i left it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;aisyah just won't read that book. no matter how many times i tell her to. it's weird. she'd borrow books from the library, but she'll never read the ones she has at home. maybe i should reconsider giving her books for her birthday. ahaha! what a spoiler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've given it &lt;strong&gt;A WHOLE LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of thought and i have decided to attend taufik's party as that girl from 'bend it like beckham'. yeah. that way, i wouldn't have to spend a single cent and, i can pledge my allegiance to man u all at the same time. i figured that last minute decisions are always the best. well, usually, at least. the rip-off of dressing like her is that i have to wear shorts or berms in front of taufik. not very enticing eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well people. i'll be gone from tomorrow till saturday! not like i'm saying this with a happy tone but i'm generally excited. don't call me aight. unless of course you &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; miss me or something or you fell like you have a lot of money to spend, and you plan on wasting it on your phone bill lah. ahaha! take care guys! gottsta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 111206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-409031729088795643?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/409031729088795643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=409031729088795643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/409031729088795643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/409031729088795643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/heading-off.html' title='HEADING OFF!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-5479616992982512346</id><published>2006-12-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T09:32:09.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMPERS UNITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;rjc = muggers + geeks + bores. right? well, it's a stereotype that the school has to live with. take a step into the school and you'd seriously be surprised. ahaha! i had my first training there on saturday. man, it &lt;strong&gt;ROCKS!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm starting to love it already! so, saturday made it 3 gym trainings in a row, in 3 consecutive days. only god understands the pain i'm in now. seriously, in the state i'm in, everyday living is a chore. ahaha! for those who don't know, mr seem is schizo. i actually asked him about it, and he said that the people in jcs are more matured. ahaha! and yeah, my coach &lt;strong&gt;CAN COOK!&lt;/strong&gt; talk about an all-rounder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't know how the rest of the jumpers feel, but i had the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; farewell ever! i love the jumpers! guys, if you're reading this, (like i told you to) &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE JUMPERS!&lt;/strong&gt; half of my time i spend with my besties and the other half, with the jumpers. i'm sad we never got our emo session like we had at every farewell, cos' there's a &lt;strong&gt;MILLION&lt;/strong&gt; things i wanna say. words cannot begin to describe how i feel. i mean through all those killer trainings, through all the competitions, well basically, through all our struggles and accomplishments, we made it through &lt;strong&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt;. through the times when i just felt like i couldn't go any further, you've helped me prove myself wrong. you've made me feel like a teammate and more importantly, like a sister. since i'm doing what i love, having your support means the world to me. guys, continue doing what you do best! don't disappoint yourself. be good peeps! listen to mr seem. well, all the teachers in fact. and if that doesn't feel right, then you always have us seniors to turn to! &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;emo seh! ahaha! this is rather random, but while we were at escape theme park yesterday, i've decided that mats, (no, not the things that go on the floor. the malay ah bengs) are really &lt;strong&gt;VERY FUNNY!&lt;/strong&gt; you'll have a ball of a time laughing with or at them. walking entertainment. ahaha! anywho's, i feel really &lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt; now, cos' i overcame my fear of speed. apparently, what people say &lt;strong&gt;IS &lt;/strong&gt;true. your fear can be really overrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;woot! &lt;strong&gt;MAZMO IS BACK!&lt;/strong&gt; but just as she returns, i have to go. in any case, me going is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;  a good thing cos' i still haven't figured out who i'm going as for taufik's birthday bash. *shrugs* mr jones's birthday was yesterday! taufik and i were spending a nice day out before ken called him. you know what happens after that. it's back to the studio. well, it's ok honey! we still have your birthday bash! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;shoots! i'm leaving in less than 30 hours and my bags are still unpacked. for the record, i really don't care but for my mum's sake, i shall be a good daughter. well, it's off to my room! i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 111206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-5479616992982512346?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5479616992982512346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=5479616992982512346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/5479616992982512346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/5479616992982512346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/jumpers-united.html' title='JUMPERS UNITED!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4924038133844374024</id><published>2006-12-08T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:31:33.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAININGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;considering my previous entry, i must say i'm really ecstatic cos i've made new friends. probably now, i stand a better chance at surviving jc. *shrugs* plus, i'm really excited cos i get to start my trainings with rj tomorrow! ahaha! mr seem &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; thinks i'm ready. good for me? well we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;speaking of trainings, tomorrow's would make it 3 trainings in a row. if i didn't love track and field so much, you would probably see me in the obituary section of the papers tomorrow. for the past 2 trainings, coach has made me work in the gym. piling me with weights the jumpers don't usually do till it's like on season or something. it was the same workout for both days, except that today's weights were much heavier. i mean, &lt;strong&gt;DUH!&lt;/strong&gt; so, it's left me with aching calves and a really sore butt. anywho's, i have analysed something. when mr seem tells the throwers to go for a slow jog, they really go &lt;strong&gt;SLOW&lt;/strong&gt;. 3 rounds around school and i came in in 14 minutes as one of the first few people. the jumpers on the other hand seem to be, unfortunately, 'instruction-ally' impaired. to them, everything's a time trial. for the same 3 rounds, i came in last at about 12 and a half minutes. &lt;strong&gt;BIG DIFFERENCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've been hanging out with my sis a lot lately and she's a really weird person i tell you. to think i've lived with her for 14 years and still never fully understanding the things she does. and mind you, weird things happen when i'm with her. like when we were walking along the bus stop, telling each other jokes, the bus just suddenly stops in front of us and opens the door for us to board. yes, it's the bus we were supposed to board but no one hailed and no one alighted. it just waited there for us. i think i kinda boarded it with a really retarded, freakish grin, smacked right across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and buses. oh buses. lol. not studying literature for the past weeks have made me lose touch in looking out for finer details. see aisyah and i were outside parkway waiting for a bus, and i told her i could take 853. so we waited till close to about 45 mins, before realising that 853 only passes that area on the weekends. STEW-PID! oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;mazmo! could you come home soon! we're missing you back here babe! oh but don't forget the souvenirs! ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;shucks, i have to meet my class in the morning, so this is where i go, i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 081206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4924038133844374024?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4924038133844374024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4924038133844374024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4924038133844374024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4924038133844374024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/trainings.html' title='TRAININGS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8500255705064133516</id><published>2006-12-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:53:35.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER DAY AT THE BEACH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;woohoo! today, i went to the beach with aisyah and rin! ahaha! finally. but like people say, you can't have the best of both worlds. mazmo's overseas, so she couldn't come. shucks. it seems that as the days go by, it gets more difficult to make plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we were &lt;strong&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/strong&gt; to meet at kallang at 9.30. knowing me.. well you know me. i was 10 minutes late. but i strongly believe that everything happens for a reason see. and i have analyzed that we were late, so that we couldn't take any earlier busses, so that we would bump into &lt;strong&gt;JULIAN HEE&lt;/strong&gt; at macdonalds! good reason ain't it?! ahaha! crap man! he's hot. but it's ok. i already have an irresistable man at home. *winks at taufik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so, while eating breakfast at one of the benches, we introduced rin to our game of 'shots'. well it was green tea this time round. man, after that time with maziah and aisyah, i must say i have improved. &lt;strong&gt;TREMENDOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; in fact. ahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we spent time just stoning on the breakwaters, (water-breakers eh? lol!) berjiwang-ing, singing our hearts out and just talking. well that was before rin decided to play with the water. i didn't bring a spare change of clothes, but nooooo! that didn't stop them from getting me &lt;strong&gt;WET&lt;/strong&gt;! and no aisyah, i'm not angry. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we built sandcastles! ok fine. &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; built sandcastles. but hey, i have to be credited too! i made the tail for the turtle and i helped with the musical note. well yeah. Apparently, fun can't last forever cos rin had to go. work. so aisyah and i went window-shopping at parkway. ahaha! i think, window-shopping is really the best kind of shopping there is. look on the bright side, you can try on clothes and see how you look in them, and you don't spend a single cent. *glees with pride*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! food at banquet is starting to taste really blend. well maybe except their deserts. we shared a bowl of tao suan and aisyah just happens to think that we looked really cute sharing that one bowl. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know what, it's really times like these that i feel i have enough friends to last me more than a million lifetimes. i ain't saying i don't want new ones ok. my point is, i'm REALLY gonna miss them. only god knows how much. *sobs* gottsta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 061206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8500255705064133516?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8500255705064133516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8500255705064133516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8500255705064133516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8500255705064133516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/woohoo-today-i-went-to-beach-with.html' title='ANOTHER DAY AT THE BEACH!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4000551084025102210</id><published>2006-12-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T06:43:17.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN MALFUNCTIONING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was afraid that this would happen and it finally did. boredom has got the better of me and it has reduced me to a state, such that i actually miss school. kapeesh! i didn't mean that. i happen to fall into the category of people who actually like school. well, 1)cos my best buds are there. 2)staying away from the jumpers for too long makes me, sad, to say the least. 3)cedar has really nice teachers. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i watched animal planet today. (no, i didn't watch it because there was nothing else to watch) anyways, i had &lt;strong&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/strong&gt; that real lions are &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; like the lions i've seen in 'lion king'. yes, i'm a big fan of 'lion king' and i grew up thinking that lions aren't half as bad as how people usually described them to be. well, i stand corrected. the males lions are horrible i tell you *rambles on* ahaha! ok, i won't bore anyone with my lion talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;recently, i've been thinking that it would be fun to get enrolled into a ghetto school. and by fun, i don't mean getting pushed around, sitting at the losers' table and being the only freak that cannot rap. nah, it just sounds enticing, don't it. anywho's, i figure it'd be nice, speaking that slang of theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's like 10 hours to training and i can't wait! it's been like, forever! ok fine, 2 weeks. but who gives? shucks, i'd better go sleep! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 051206&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4000551084025102210?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4000551084025102210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4000551084025102210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4000551084025102210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4000551084025102210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/brain-malfunctioning.html' title='BRAIN MALFUNCTIONING!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4051616021162317469</id><published>2006-12-03T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:02:49.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FLIES?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;today, i have renewed my love for &lt;strong&gt;NSYNC&lt;/strong&gt;. i know some will say that they suck, some will say that they're already 'basi', but hey, it's not like people don't listen to elvis or deep purple anymore right? i really have no idea why some detest boybands really. i think it's much weirder if they say it and were born in the 80s/90s. we practically grew up with boybands. come to think about it, those who think so, are probably losers, who are just jealous of the fact that these GORGEOUS-looking men are to die for. in other words, they don't like the fact that boybands get all (well most) of the ladies, and they are not half as lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, so much for that. ok, i honestly think that my brain is disintegrating. if brains were made out of grains, it would be granular disintegration then. i'm losing my sanity. i had &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; thought that post o levels could get this boring. so i started cleaning my room and boy, is it an experience. i actually laughed at the compositions i wrote during the earlier years of cedar. funny stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;however, for the past two days, poor me was spared from merciless torture. we had a movie marathon at maziah's house earlier today. so rin wasn't there again. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU RIN!&lt;/strong&gt; my sis is mean. she ditched me when we were at town for her friends. horrible. kids nowadays. ahaha! so, mazmo's house was my destination. i got excited at the fact that we could watch tonnes of movies, but &lt;strong&gt;NOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt; aisyah had to come late. heh, oh wells. girls can't exactly keep up with time really. i think it's a disease that only we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm guilty of it. i don't keep up with time. i think it's my optimism i tell you. because of it, i always think that everything &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; be done. ahaha! my bro is particularly abhorred by this. so i had to go to the market, which then caused me to be late in getting ready. see, i went out with my bro, my cousin and my niece. i was like 10 minutes late and my bro decided to cab to city hall instead of taking the mrt. so we got there on time but the rest of them were late. AN HOUR late. ahaha! funny how things turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but it's ok. it was quality time for my bro and i. we rarely spend time with each other and this was a good chance. especially for me! cos i didn't have to spend a single cent! EVERYTHING was paid for. food, drinks, movie ticket, popcorn. anywho's, i have discovered that my bro can be very freakish at times. he would just suddenly be possessed by what i presume to be his inner child and just go bonkers, acting all childish and funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! i have finally concluded that i miss TRAININGS! more like i miss jumping really. back then, i felt high (literally and figuratively). now, i just feel down to earth. (literally and figuratively) but that's ok cos i'm gonna start again soon anyways. my late night streak still continues. it's after exams but i'm still losing sleep. thus, i get really cranky in the mornings. maybe STONING might help. i'll go try. heh. gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 041206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-4051616021162317469?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4051616021162317469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=4051616021162317469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4051616021162317469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/4051616021162317469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-have-renewed-my-love-for-nsync.html' title='TIME FLIES?!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-8012385550487655570</id><published>2006-12-01T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:41:38.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONDERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;read the papers today? yes, no, maybe? ahaha! never mind. it's no biggie anyways. well to me of course, except that they spelt my name wrongly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anywho's, taufik was quite excited, it being my debut and all. ahaha! he woke up at 5 and waited for the delivery dude. he beat my mum to it actually. mum was sad 'cos she wanted to be the first. then he ran to my.. no, &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; room and slammed it on me. but being me, acknowledging the fact that nothing beats beauty sleep, i didn't read it until like 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, one ought to be excited bout this stuff right? &lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt; or me at least. i don't know. weird really. for the first time since the end of o's i was actually tired during the day. yep, the &lt;strong&gt;DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. i spent the whole of last night talking to aisyah. we tried to break the record but i zonked out after an hour and a half. sorry dear. yeah well, so taufik made me teh tarik and pancakes as a breakfast celebration. but lethargy got the better of me. i ate 2 pieces, drank the tea (you can't forgo the tea), read the article and went straight back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know what? taufik and i have unanimously decided today that the relationship that mazmo and mr miller share makes us really &lt;strong&gt;ENVIOUS.&lt;/strong&gt; maziah, how is it that you can actually just observe him? girl, you good! ahaha! this is sad honestly. sometimes i don't feel like i love taufik enough. i know he turns green everytime i stare into the computer swooning over nsync, or jc, to be more precise. i feel bad. i've been a naughty girl.. oh god, this sounds sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! moving on. my mum tells me i can get really harsh on people at times. i just think it's because i can get very judgemental. i'm sensitive and petty, to begin with, but i don't want to think that i can't handle serious stuff. mazmo thinks that asiyah's maturing. well yeah, it's true. kind of. i was thinking the other day and i finally concluded that everyone is. well most maturing at a faster rate than i am. people are fast becoming what they really want to be, who they really are. it shows. &lt;strong&gt;INDIVIDUALISM&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah, and they stick to it, which is rather inspiring. many experiences have taught me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm in a rather reflective mood. but i like it. it's self-fulfilling. so, leave me be. in other words, i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 021206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8012385550487655570?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8012385550487655570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8012385550487655570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8012385550487655570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8012385550487655570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/12/read-papers-today-yes-no-maybe-ahaha.html' title='PONDERS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-2749458574098457450</id><published>2006-11-28T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:01:29.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKS UNITED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"the urge had been upon me for some days past to take myself in hand." sound familiar? ahaha! it's ok if it doesn't. that's if you're not taking lit i mean. but oh wells, who plans on remembering these stuff now anyways? shucks! i've just come to terms with the horrendous state that my room is in now. it looks like a dump, with the exception that the things in my rooms are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to be thrown away. despite being fully aware of this, i spent my whole morning cleaning the rest of the entire house instead. and i really mean &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt;. for some reason, the sight of my room just disgusts me and, the longer it's left that way, the more it freaks me out. hence, the motivation to clean it up kinda lessens. maybe reverse psychology would work on me. well, i've resorted to keeping the door to my room closed throughout the day (and night) and i now bunk in with my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in my family, girls aren't exactly who they're 'supposed' to be. i mean, my bro and dad are the spick-and-span people around here. i don't do my bed until my bro screams, telling me to do so at like &lt;strong&gt;9 IN THE MORNING!&lt;/strong&gt; (it's amazing what the army does to you) and my dad! ahaha! my dad is the ultimate neat freak. and freak has its share of importance really. my dad does weird things. weird, neat things. ahaha! we were at IMM today and aba and i went into giant a lil' later cos i took a longer time to eat at ljs. so mama and diyana went first, making my dad a hostage to my never-rushing-when-i-eat ways. lol! when we finally caught up with them, they were a quarter-way through shopping and the trolley was about half-full. dig this.. the stuff in the trolley were all over the place, so aba proceeded to finding a quiet corner and went on to rearranging &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; there was inside. ahaha! he came back in about 5 mins with everything neatly sorted out. the tidbits, the drinks, the toiletries. thereafter, he was in charge of the trolley. and no, i'm not embarrassed of this behaviour. it's amusing! and it has advantages. go try it in your free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh, i took a picture with ronald today! it's been such a long time my dear friend. the last time i took a picture with him was during nationals at lot1. in fact, that was the last time i met him. he's like decades older then i am but i still adore him. and man, he hasn't aged a single bit. not another wrinkle. not even a strand of grey hair growing between his thick-red-afro-lookalike hair. get the picture? for those who don't, it's okay. no, ronald isn't some bizarre african-american. im referring to ronald MACDONALDS! lol! yeah, i was an oblivious kid today. poeple laughed and stared. "a freak!" they might add, but who gives right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kapeesh! today marks a week of sleeping after 12. however, i shall listen to good old mr seem and follow his instructions of going for a jog in the morning, (and one in the evening) which is currently less than 5 hours away. so this is where i say, i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 291106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2749458574098457450?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2749458574098457450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2749458574098457450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2749458574098457450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2749458574098457450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaks-united.html' title='FREAKS UNITED!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-8528534048325867625</id><published>2006-11-27T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:03:19.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM-NESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, it's like almost 2am and i still can't sleep so i've decided to post. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; here's the stupid part. i haven't a clue what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;shucks. i really wish the &lt;strong&gt;SANDMAN&lt;/strong&gt; existed. at least that way i could get the sleep i deserve. i take forever to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i don't fancy people cursing and swearing in front of me. it's a real &lt;strong&gt;TURN-OFF&lt;/strong&gt;. if you must know, this behaviour, i caught from cheryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my brother always told me when i was younger that i should never allow people to stare me down. well abang, i've tried.. &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt; much success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm an indian, so naturally, (i think) i love prata. but if you plan on getting me any, (just trying my luck) please note that i like &lt;strong&gt;FISH CURRY&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm a sucker for cheesy things. i love it and i impart them as well. lol! blogging has it's desired effect! i'm sleepy now! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 281106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8528534048325867625?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8528534048325867625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8528534048325867625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8528534048325867625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8528534048325867625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-ness.html' title='RANDOM-NESS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-7554338285293868123</id><published>2006-11-27T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:39:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN A CRAZY WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; has happened lately. but why shouldn't it anyways. i mean, o levels &lt;strong&gt;ARE &lt;/strong&gt;over. adventure is the only one thing that has kept me out of home. and i'll be honest. i've put on weight and i'm becoming chubbier as the days go by. but according to my dear grandpa, it's a good thing cos i'm too thin. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeah. ahaha! i love my life. it can get fairly unpredictable. lol! 3 people made me cry today. evenly spaced out to make it much more impactful. morning, afternoon, night. rin's testimonial, mazmo's entry, and my sister's comment. i don't usually say this to her face but &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt; diyana! arini and mazmo, you know i love you guys too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;around this time yesterday, i watched my first man u match since january! ok, for those who don't know, one of the basics of knowing me is to understand that i am a full-fledged manchester united fan! i was born into the world of soccer or man u for that matter. my grandpa and dad are man u fans. so are most of my uncles. my grandma and mum watch them with enthusiasm though understanding little. and then there's my bro who got me started with it all. there you go. well, it was man u and chelsea yesterday. it's a draw but oh whatever, man u's still on top anyways. anywho's a lot has &lt;strong&gt;CHANGED&lt;/strong&gt; since last year. even my dad. i know he'll be a good football manager someday. ahaha! he has endless comments about the way they play, the fouls they commit and other stuff. he would prove to be a very 'informative' commentator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! another thing. we've all become witnesses to the partings of most celebrity couples. when one breaks up, we look for the next best one and as if being the most compatible couple is a jinx, they break up too. the cycle just repeats itself. we had justin/britney, brad/jennifer, jessica/nick and reese/ryan. but as if already predicted, they've all broken up. now, i have another couple to look up to. wait for it. &lt;strong&gt;SIMBA&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NALA&lt;/strong&gt;. ahaha! yeah, so i watched lion king in the morning. think about it. they give us homosepians a really bad name. ahaha! i love them. nala is the prettiest lioness i've ever seen. and kovu is the hottest lion ever to grace the earth. ok fine, my television screen. even so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my bro was &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; today. he got an mc so he didn't go back to work till night. lol! he's so funny. the door to him room wouldn't open so he resorted to hammering the door knob right ofr the door. &lt;strong&gt;AHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; that was probably the highlight of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm horrid when it comes to posing for pictures. for the record, i'll be in the papers. so go check them out on friday aight. uh, malay papers i mean. ok people, taufik's calling me, so yeah, i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 281106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-7554338285293868123?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7554338285293868123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=7554338285293868123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7554338285293868123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/7554338285293868123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-crazy-world.html' title='IN A CRAZY WORLD!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-8268914604897583915</id><published>2006-11-26T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:30:47.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't you think it's funny how life can flip 180 in like a matter of seconds? well, today, my experience just kept flippin' outta control. it can get exciting, trust me, but there are the downsides of it too. i've had better days many times before, but today just so happens to be the kind that you expect would be a really good day. you know what, i'm gonna be cynical. life is unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;today actually kicked off with a blast. taufik served me breakfast in bed. scrambled eggs and toast. ahaha! but then he got chased out soon after cos my mum and my sis came in to talk. actually, just my sis. my dear mum was just a poor victim. so she talked about these friends of hers. the gist of the story was that this guy bought this girl a new phone hoping she would agree to being his girlfriend. weird eh? so i thought about another one of my sister's friends who she claims is her best pal. he bought my sis a lighter. funny ain't it? gone were the days when people bought their friends normal stuff. maybe like a resistance-testing-screwdriver-lookalike thingy. ahaha! i love it mazmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then, there's my mum. she was the oldest and only girl of 7 kids. so, she's really tough but &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; very perceptive. i know there's no link but hey. she's really busy with her own stuff and it's in times like these that i really wish i had someone to talk to. i can't talk to my sis cos i think the only thing that flows in her brain is boys. and knowing that mazmo and rin always talk to their mums doesn't really help either. she doesn't hear me out, and it gets really heart-wrenching. she doesn't like listening to stuff she doesn't want to hear. shucks. i love my family, believe me. i get very defensive where my family comes into concern. mama, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;! i just wish that we could talk more. cos i really want you to be my friend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sobs. i feel a lump in my throat. argh! i know i can get really sensitive but well, i think that this is the time that everything starts getting to you. so just when i thought that it couldn't get any worse, i get pissed with my sis. i have long accepted the fact that i may not be as 'in' and trendy as my sis. i just wish that the world would stop crushing down on me. god, i'm only human, hence, it pains to see my sis, using my stuff without my permission and yet, she &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; manages to look better than me. diyana, if you're reading this, believe me when i say you look &lt;strong&gt;SMASHING&lt;/strong&gt;. but like you, i want attention too. maybe in a different way from you, but yeah, i want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, move over the sad bits. aisyah, maziah and i went for a picnic today! rin cancelled at the last minute. wished she were there though. ahaha! we had fun. there was nasi lemak, cheeseburgers and lemon tea ala shots. ahaha! then, we walked by the beach and skipped stones. fine, we tried skipping stones. i recommend not doing it in front of a whole lot of people if you're not really good at it. unless if maybe you're around people who are as crazy as you are. we were waiting for.. &lt;strong&gt;STUFF&lt;/strong&gt;. then stuff happened and we lapsed into this moment of awkward-ness and discomfort. well, things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's now time to be my optimistic self again and just wish that tomorrow would be a better day. i quote from one tree hill: "i'd rather feel nothing than feel bad. it's better. it's easier" whoa, it's a long entry. ahaha! so i figure, it's a good time to say i gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 261106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-8268914604897583915?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8268914604897583915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=8268914604897583915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8268914604897583915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/8268914604897583915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/wishes.html' title='WISHES!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-2485884584265361865</id><published>2006-11-25T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:34:13.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING A LIL' EMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i've seriously given up hope of trying to change my template. this new beta thing on blogspot is a little more complicated than you think. so, i shall just stick to this and make it look smashing. i'll try, really, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hard. designing isn't exactly my cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i just got back from soccer carnival. it's for police officers only though. so yeah, there were a &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of hot guys. i mean, why wouldn't there be right? i'm always under the impression that most guys who are relatively good at soccer, are in fact cute. what's best is that almost all of them were my dad's trainees. ahaha! the benefits of having my dad around. that's only one side of it though. the other side includes my sister. being taller than i am and more hip, she never fails to steal the limelight, leaving poor old big sis as un-famous as mc hammer. (never heard of him? well, it's kinda like the point) but it's ok. ahaha! &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU SIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anywho's, what's important is that i met nadia natasha again! ahaha! my family looked after her when she was 1, and again when she was 2. and now she's 4. but she still remembers us all the same! and mind you, for a four year old, she's way beyond adorable. she's actually quite pretty! and man, she clung to my sis and i just like she always did. and when i had to leave earlier, she told me not to go. shucks, it felt comforting and horrible all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so then, i got a lil' emo. started reflecting. that's when i thought of &lt;strong&gt;RIN, AISYAH AND MAZMO!&lt;/strong&gt; guys, if you're reading this, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/strong&gt;all so much! bleagh. depressing ain't it. parting from your friends i mean. we still have about a month and i already feel like we're running outta time. people say that your best friends come from primary school but 'people' are wrong. i guess they only say that cos you've been with them longer. but like mazmo says, time is immaterial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lol! this is really random but i really miss 443 and 'meringue'. go figure it out yourself if you really must know. ahaha! but all's cool. i already have taufik anyways. well, mr jones and i are gonna go tend to my bro. the poor fellow's down with a cold. aight people. gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 251106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-2485884584265361865?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2485884584265361865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=2485884584265361865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2485884584265361865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/2485884584265361865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-lil-emo.html' title='FEELING A LIL&apos; EMO!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964848670471026318.post-717250010285547453</id><published>2006-11-24T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:38:27.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE NIGHT UPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for the past 3 nights, i've only slept after 1am or so. today's excuse: another one of my mum's dinner functions. hey, it's really quite fun but all the music and food does get to you sometimes. especially more so since all i wanted was sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! to be honest, i pitied the emcee. he was sooooooo &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;funny. well, at least he tried. nah, i'm just being nice. he was awful man! and he got quite irritating. there were like a thousand moments when my sis and i would just exchange blank expressions. ahaha! and he's such a big flirt! he's probably over the age of 30 and he still had the guts to ask for my sister's handphone number! loser! so i was just like "what.?" that was pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll be honest. it would help if there were hot guys to drool at. i know it's shallow but hey, i'm only human. and no, looks are not &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; for me but being in a function that's a total bore, what are your other options for survival? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyways, i've decided today that aisyah doubles as my good luck charm. ahaha! i'm joking people. here's the thing. the minute i received her message, i won a lucky draw. the first since.. ever! and it's a food voucher! well you know, i live to eat, so it's a big thing for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well ok, i've got macdonalds waiting for me. and my dad's screaming my name. ahaha! gottsta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 251106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964848670471026318-717250010285547453?l=ainwashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/feeds/717250010285547453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6964848670471026318&amp;postID=717250010285547453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/717250010285547453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964848670471026318/posts/default/717250010285547453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainwashere.blogspot.com/2006/11/late-night-ups.html' title='LATE NIGHT UPS!'/><author><name>sitinur'AINmohamedfirdous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887465177983007</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-6964848670471026318.post-4205852122945036412</id><published>2006-11-22T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:40:02.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FINALLY HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, it's my first entry and i know that the template's and layout's not quite up to standard yet, but who gives right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm really high today! big duh! (ahaha! got that outta book i was reading) 2 reasons really. 1) prom was yesterday 2) there's prison break today! i can already picture maziah jumping around somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;prom was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you! ok fine, a couple of bumps here and there. real spoilers these people! seriously! uugh! i won't say nothin', but those who know, well then, they know how low i felt. well, in the end, i didn't get as even as i wanted to with that person but never mind. i'm quite sure she heard me loud and clear. let her wallow in her own conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;forget her. with the exclusion of her, grad night was &lt;strong&gt;PUMPIN'&lt;/strong&gt; man! we (mazmo, aisyah, adi and i) did our hair and make-up at aisyah's house. another opportunity to look at sulaiman. sorry aisyah, but he &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; cute. i don't know bout the rest of you but i put on loads of make-up, courtesy of the one and only aisyah. ahaha! i'm not regretting it. it's not everyday i go out looking glam ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahaha! and then there's my class. they rock the crap outta me man! i love them all to bits! cheryl rocked the stage, mazmo and aisyah owned it, and i had the walk and the talk. ok i'm kidding. just wanted something that rhymed. ahaha! so i lost Ms Cedar by one point. i won't lie, i &lt;strong&gt;AM &lt;/strong&gt;sad but i'll get over it. at least i wouldn't be pained by having to give back that sash. but all's well. i got to take a glam shot with three people i love the most anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then we party-ed the night away. ok, just until 10.15. but cedarians are a wild bunch i tell you! look at them dance and you'll know what i mean. honestly, it's quite intimidating. i ain't saying i have two left feet but hey, it was scary. then the highlight of the night! ms nair brought us to the staffroom, through the staircase in the office! woohoo! the things we did in there! let it just be a secret between the few of us. ahaha! i've decided, if my first choice career doesn't work out, i'm gonna be a pe teacher and try to get a table next to.. hey, a girl can dream can't she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok, the alarm clock is ringing, which means i gotta go get ready to go out. again. i'm really exhausted. i wanna sleep till like 3 tomorrow but i can't. oh wells. so many things to do, so little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ps: those who cheered after my little speech, thanks a lot! i felt much better after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ainwashere! 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