<?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-5826568638747948537</id><updated>2011-10-18T21:36:01.202+08:00</updated><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Hippoelly'/><category term='twisterella'/><title type='text'>where angels play</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2182173012624282087</id><published>2010-11-22T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:40:54.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only I have the mood to start blogging.. Kan best..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2182173012624282087?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2182173012624282087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only-i-have-mood-to-start-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2182173012624282087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2182173012624282087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only-i-have-mood-to-start-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-973901077613503202</id><published>2010-08-31T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:15:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooooooahhhhhh! this space feels so redundant but i just feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl  because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: i am no longer employed by Adecco (bleargh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: i'm employed by a company with a mascot called DUKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;main job scope:&lt;/strong&gt; shake leg and get paid. (but i hope not for long because i'll die of boredom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: i'm in a relationship for 3 years already. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: i'm going to eat my favourite pepper chicken over at spize for break fast. tehheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-973901077613503202?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/973901077613503202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/08/woooooooahhhhhh-this-space-feels-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/973901077613503202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/973901077613503202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/08/woooooooahhhhhh-this-space-feels-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5464181596242252692</id><published>2010-07-16T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:58:32.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im currently in the PMS-ing week. Bf gonna have a hard time layaning my neverending nonsense and during this period my head is made of stone . I will be the most incorrigible, evil, rude gf you ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days, I've been very petty. Pity the bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying my best to not PMS. Really... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5464181596242252692?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5464181596242252692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-currently-in-pms-ing-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5464181596242252692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5464181596242252692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-currently-in-pms-ing-week.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-992898522195609969</id><published>2010-04-29T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:32:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish i could go back time to a year ago, and mend the damages i've done. So this will never have to happen to you. So that you'll stop hurting. You know, you've changed my life and i'm grateful for your presence. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-992898522195609969?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/992898522195609969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-i-could-go-back-time-to-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/992898522195609969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/992898522195609969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-i-could-go-back-time-to-year-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-7728357717130994681</id><published>2010-04-26T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:58:48.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is ORD-ing in May finallllly... countdown timer - 11 days. Tomorrow, i can start counting with my long alien-like fingers. And when the day comes, i guess our relationship will be at another level with him planning his future. Scarrry... its like we are starting all over again. My life now pretty much revolves around him nowadays. Weekends were spent waking up at 5am jus to fetch him from work, drive home with blasting music so i wont feel sleepy. Catch a few winks after that and meet him again..No complains though, cos i cant bear to see him taking the train alone in the morning. The things you do for love...  Oh wellls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i have a list of plans, meeting up with fyzza which has been put off since forever, meeting up with Di and Rosz, visit Moon with the ex -DBS colleagues for her baby shower, and the long awaited cousin's outing. Thanks to Nat for sincerely volunteering to plan the outing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings tell me i should attend Sunday classes again. Maybe its a call, i dunno. What i know is the red hot cutex have to be removed before my dad cut off my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be kept busy this week. For those who wanna ask me out, im free on Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7728357717130994681?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7728357717130994681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-ord-ing-in-may-finallllly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7728357717130994681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7728357717130994681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-ord-ing-in-may-finallllly.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-188193795184547466</id><published>2010-04-18T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:06:31.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippoelly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been such a long time now and i'm still stuck with the same old job. PFFFT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity the boy as he had to be back in camp today and just yesterday he had his guard duty. double bummer. the boy has been so sweet lately especially after the gift i got him. eh, ahmad abdillah. if you're reading this. please know that i love you so much. to infinity and beyond. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/S8n4eGu_mcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u0uDn2L4CRA/s1600/25777_1333238824564_1638857392_81875_833769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/S8n4eGu_mcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u0uDn2L4CRA/s320/25777_1333238824564_1638857392_81875_833769_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461169219250919874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-188193795184547466?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/188193795184547466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-such-long-time-now-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/188193795184547466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/188193795184547466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-such-long-time-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/S8n4eGu_mcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u0uDn2L4CRA/s72-c/25777_1333238824564_1638857392_81875_833769_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-4230975685476752660</id><published>2010-04-06T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:48:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously it's been such a long time and i need to get a social life. i hate work and i dread work every single weekdays. it still makes me wonder how i survive 8 months with these craps thrown to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told the boy that i cant smile when taking pictures without showing my teeth and he tell me dont smile. HAHA! easier said than done. i wish i look pretty in pictures. like ainy sue maybe. damn all these insecurities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4230975685476752660?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4230975685476752660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously-its-been-such-long-time-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4230975685476752660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4230975685476752660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/04/seriously-its-been-such-long-time-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5170513976995264406</id><published>2010-03-15T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:38:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet up at fyzza's hse seemed too short.  i jus realised that i didnt talk that much. The only thing i remembered was eating, amazing race and the argument with the elder sister. i find her toooo unreasonable and selfish. i will not elaborate much on that cos it gets on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so mentally drain out today. The funny thing is i dun even know wat im thinking about.. My brain keeps on working but there's no results. wtf is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on my way home now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though me is soo tempted to hail a cab..me is taking the bus home cos Me feels like having a me time alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wish love is here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/zaqee.liza/WhereAngelsPlay?authkey=Gv1sRgCM2bpb-Zu-jkVQ#5448900943328227618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_usnFrjerqJA/S55iiddesSI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TxrFY8QOTXQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;via iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5170513976995264406?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5170513976995264406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-up-with-at-fyzzas-hse-seemed-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5170513976995264406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5170513976995264406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-up-with-at-fyzzas-hse-seemed-too.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_usnFrjerqJA/S55iiddesSI/AAAAAAAAAuk/TxrFY8QOTXQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-8186435044017995844</id><published>2010-03-04T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:52:15.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't wait to quit this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8186435044017995844?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8186435044017995844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-wait-to-quit-this-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8186435044017995844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8186435044017995844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-wait-to-quit-this-job.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-9196108095817728651</id><published>2010-03-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:19:45.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how sure  can we be that we will be able to live the life we plan in years to come. the dreams we plan to fufill? and the hopes we have for the future. what might come tommorrow? with all these natural disasters, do i have to start believing in 2012 already? i know im a a tad too late but my heart goes to the haiti &amp; chile earthquake victims. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;note to self; start being a better muslim. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-9196108095817728651?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/9196108095817728651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-sure-can-we-be-that-we-will-be-able.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/9196108095817728651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/9196108095817728651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-sure-can-we-be-that-we-will-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-1570027931602790605</id><published>2010-03-01T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:24:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the silly boy will be away exactly in a week time for a week leaving me to fend for myself with all the dangers lurking around. drama? how to survive? im googling-ing for all possible reasons for him to stay here. right here with me. especially with the tsunami warnings, all the more reasons i can find huh! HAHA! DRAMA MUCH! As much as i like to be the selfish annoying brat of a girlf. i'm letting him go this time (again). last uh last! no more already please!  every year, that boy always have a reason to leave me fending for myself la. last year with the two weeks BMT confinement &amp; five days field camp (wonder how i survived), the year before a week for brisbane. and yet when i talk about it, he can happily laugh it off and saying its necessary since absence makes the heart grow fonder. -__-" BUT i know laa. deep down in him. he's gonna miss me too! except with much more fun going to the movieworld or whatever he, they call it there. (:   &lt;br /&gt;anyway on the highway, work is shit. the workload is alot and the pay sucks. I can seriously throw away my diploma laaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1570027931602790605?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1570027931602790605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/silly-boy-will-be-away-exactly-in-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1570027931602790605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1570027931602790605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/03/silly-boy-will-be-away-exactly-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5211398596176962011</id><published>2010-02-19T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:43:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl: marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy:&lt;s&gt; okay. i'm hungry.&lt;/s&gt; yes, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5211398596176962011?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5211398596176962011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/marry-me-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5211398596176962011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5211398596176962011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/marry-me-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-7268100169831822530</id><published>2010-02-08T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:31:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging thru the awesome iPhone... But secretly thinking of trading it with a bb bold 2!! Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7268100169831822530?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7268100169831822530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-thru-awesome-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7268100169831822530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7268100169831822530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-thru-awesome-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5921093945674275751</id><published>2010-02-05T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:47:25.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippoelly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSE WAS AWWWWEEEESOME! NO REGRETS! :D&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/5826568638747948537-5921093945674275751?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5921093945674275751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/muse-was-awwwweeeesome-no-regrets-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5921093945674275751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5921093945674275751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/02/muse-was-awwwweeeesome-no-regrets-d.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5051351303053702230</id><published>2010-01-28T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:17:59.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hippoelly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading those two girls blog made me realize how much I missed them especially faizah. That unpredictable girl asked me for a tissue paper on that Saturday and wrote there and then my birthday wish in which she never fail to remind me how long we've been friends. How long has it been eh? Ever since we're 6 and now we're turned/turning 21. 15 long years la! I'm glad that even though that we don't meet that often. We're still that close and tight man! I'm referring to you guys too, zanah,effa. You guys are prolly the reason why I enjoyed my secondary school days and also the reason why I wanna go back to when we were just 13. All those kental moments, I never regretted them cause it was with you guys I share it with. All the wrong boyfriends, skipping remedial classes, the netball trainings,even the part where we ate ice cream at the backgate. Damn! Those were the good times man! You guys made me the most happiest girl on that Saturday for being there. Thanks love. You guys are the best. And will always be. No bffffffs stuff but I'm glad you guys are my friends. My special ones. My number one girls! I love you guys. I hope we have another of that saturday. I promise I try not to be busy and make time for you guys. (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote; happy 30th monthsary love. (; you; my number one boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5051351303053702230?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5051351303053702230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-those-two-girls-blog-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5051351303053702230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5051351303053702230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-those-two-girls-blog-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-987127662418343038</id><published>2010-01-27T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:25:24.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im wondering if this is my first post of the year cos i cant remember when was the last. It has been too super long since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a New Skin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just need a change&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the boring ol' blog skin that gave me NO motivation to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hate mostly everything thats happening now&lt;br /&gt;cos im fucking pms-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm.. pls come soon.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna head home hide under the comforter&lt;br /&gt;and laze in bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-987127662418343038?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/987127662418343038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-wondering-if-this-is-my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/987127662418343038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/987127662418343038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-wondering-if-this-is-my-first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5300615080926487327</id><published>2010-01-20T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:15:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear boy,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for today. Thank you for the most wonderful 21st ever. Thanks for all the gifts. I love them all. You,yourself is the greatest gift on this special day itself. Thank you thank you for the effort and the suprise. You are my everything; my only one. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5300615080926487327?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5300615080926487327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-boy-thank-you-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5300615080926487327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5300615080926487327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-boy-thank-you-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-336762469442768022</id><published>2010-01-08T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:48:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you try to make me without stress and worries from work these days.&lt;br /&gt;i love the songs we sing loudly on the road, though we keep getting the lyrics wrong, we'll still keep singing.&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you make me laugh, like there's no worries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-336762469442768022?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/336762469442768022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-boy-i-love-way-you-try-to-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/336762469442768022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/336762469442768022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-boy-i-love-way-you-try-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3650069572183235961</id><published>2010-01-07T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:23:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for a better start at work this year. and so much for all the resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the first week of 2010 and i feel like crumbling with all the work load. :/&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and HAPPY 2010! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3650069572183235961?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3650069572183235961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-better-start-at-work-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3650069572183235961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3650069572183235961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-better-start-at-work-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2409603642603503709</id><published>2009-12-20T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:38:16.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new year's resolution:&lt;br /&gt;1) to be a better person/girlfriend/sister/daughter.&lt;br /&gt;2) lose all the fats.&lt;br /&gt;3) be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;4) cut down on the fast food&lt;br /&gt;5) start exercising at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;6) &amp;amp; more to come.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you boy, i love you. i love you. i love you. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2409603642603503709?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2409603642603503709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution-1-to-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2409603642603503709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2409603642603503709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution-1-to-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-4979508407233650752</id><published>2009-12-16T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:33:09.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are sad to announce that&lt;br /&gt;Ainy Sue&lt;br /&gt;has been removed from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it will only be the 2 of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like lovers blog like that&lt;br /&gt;i like&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4979508407233650752?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4979508407233650752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/removed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4979508407233650752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4979508407233650752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/removed.html' title='REMOVED'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-6570092038903670268</id><published>2009-12-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:51:26.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you boy, even if you get on my nerves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6570092038903670268?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6570092038903670268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-boy-even-if-you-get-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6570092038903670268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6570092038903670268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-boy-even-if-you-get-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-4246894125463081058</id><published>2009-11-30T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:57:31.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more nights like yesterday night. you are truly the sweetest thing. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your girlfriend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SxPPKg52_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ImpWrE_ON0g/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SxPPKg52_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ImpWrE_ON0g/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409895356940353330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4246894125463081058?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4246894125463081058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-boy-i-want-more-nights-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4246894125463081058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4246894125463081058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-boy-i-want-more-nights-like.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SxPPKg52_zI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ImpWrE_ON0g/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2089677698135395381</id><published>2009-11-25T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:54:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to have a long conversation. just any type. may it be a deep, sad, crappy ones. i just need to have one of these. apparently the boy been busy to have that with me. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2089677698135395381?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2089677698135395381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-have-long-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2089677698135395381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2089677698135395381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-have-long-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-8137894421609889961</id><published>2009-11-12T16:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:27:59.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the newly wed&lt;br /&gt;Rosz and Han!!&lt;br /&gt;7 Nov 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF8sBUEgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yZDxdp5jObY/s1600-h/4082407332_f66c5b4829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF8sBUEgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yZDxdp5jObY/s320/4082407332_f66c5b4829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403129824360534530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF8wksfrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/J7rhB8pgDSk/s1600-h/4081716785_afb9fc0ca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF8wksfrI/AAAAAAAAAsE/J7rhB8pgDSk/s320/4081716785_afb9fc0ca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403129825582677682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet both of you!!! and the reception at OCC was simple and nice. Its not hectic at all and i get to talk to both of them on the pelamin itself after taking pictures. I cant even remember getting to talk to my sister on her wedding day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and di went together. We actually missed the nikah cos both of us got lost. We wanted to be smart and when thru the Seletar Dam not knowing that the road changed. So after getting lost meeting all the dead ends there is, we decided to go back to TPE/SLE. Ya.. we perangai i know. We would have reached there in time for the solemnisation if not for our stubborness. It was kinda fun lah getting lost in the car. Right Di?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. that day,  I tore my pants without realising when and how it happened. There i was with my back facing the guest while talking to Hanz and Rosz at the pelamin. Lucky rosz cousin told me abt it but god knows how many pple already saw what is not to be seen.. *_*&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no way i could stay like that for the rest of the reception, i decided to change to my khaki's 3/4 pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaaaaa daaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF9TONaQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/89YCwnOqASQ/s1600-h/4081664799_5b88e187bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF9TONaQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/89YCwnOqASQ/s320/4081664799_5b88e187bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403129834883606786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People gave a second look at me wearing this when i entered the reception area. Personally, its not so bad wat !!! but i still feel uncomfortable though cos pple were practically looking... I just didnt know whether they saw that my pants was torn or they tot I was this ignorant girl wearing 3/4 pants to a wedding.. So we head home early without even getting to see their wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got lots to blog about, the so tak jadi azreen's surprise at East Coast because of the thunder and rain, her another birthday celebration at downtown... thats another long story to blog abt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a big shout out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainy Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Legal baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you like alot&lt;br /&gt;Although i find you irritating yesterday nite when i wanted to sleep. I will throw away that PSP if you are even half that irritating next time.&lt;br /&gt;But then again. you are still love lah okay&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the birthday surprise the other day and thanks ah for not taking  any pictures with me and hippoelly&lt;br /&gt;No stripdance for you ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my r/s with love, things are really going very well and im loving it. It feels like he's back to his BMT days and i cant wait for his POP. That kinda feeling. But secretly, I do wish relationship are as easy as IP addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loveconfig /release &lt;/span&gt;- and all the current will be erased&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loveconfig /renew &lt;/span&gt;- and everything will change to be as good as new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of cos that To err is humans.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter what are the mistakes we make, its more like how well we pick ourselves up after that.Furthermore Its unfair to give up just because of one bad thing that happened when there were much more beautiful memories to think off and to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling in love all over again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...i know i can be bitchy most of the time towards him, with all the sarcastic remarks and whatever u can think of, he is trying his best to be patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to meeting him this weekend and many more weekends for now till&lt;br /&gt;May 2010!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvRPfG_72I/AAAAAAAAAsk/XuKxi4b89LA/s1600-h/IMG-5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvRPfG_72I/AAAAAAAAAsk/XuKxi4b89LA/s320/IMG-5049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403142241940139874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you b!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8137894421609889961?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8137894421609889961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/twisterella.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8137894421609889961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8137894421609889961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/twisterella.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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/_usnFrjerqJA/SvvF8sBUEgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/yZDxdp5jObY/s72-c/4082407332_f66c5b4829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-5718942883730433397</id><published>2009-11-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:00:01.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life has been slowing down on me and has been pretty good lately. the end/start of the month are always the most busiest at work with all sorts of reports and deadline to meet. and also conducting that training. my god! damn scary, especially knowing that the people who are attending the training are way more experienced and even smarter than me, the fresh graduate with her first job. chet! but nevertheless, it was an experience and i enjoyed it. HAHA! can't really complain about the job because the people there made it fun and time always seem to pass without me noticing. though sometimes i can feel the stress and pressure to perform well. i'm still terrified of my team lead even after almost 4 months of work. makes me feel REALLY inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Svg0jTcICaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MC14MwA4ohg/s1600-h/9118_1192579508169_1638857392_501465_4516516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Svg0jTcICaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MC14MwA4ohg/s320/9118_1192579508169_1638857392_501465_4516516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402125534149216674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so glad its getting better now. with not so much demanding from me? for now perhaps? i can never really promise lest MRS M decides to visit and decides to play around with the hormones you know. will be nicer though if you treat me as nice as the bike. HAHA! but anything just so this works. &lt;span&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. because i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Svg1LRd7ChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9Z8GFS0Kl88/s1600-h/1_824941583l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Svg1LRd7ChI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9Z8GFS0Kl88/s320/1_824941583l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402126220814649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIDENOTE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY MY DEAR AINY SUE! ALMOST LEGAL YAWW. GETTING THERE! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN THOUGH I DON'T SAY IT ALL THE TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5718942883730433397?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5718942883730433397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-has-been-slowing-down-on-me-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5718942883730433397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5718942883730433397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-has-been-slowing-down-on-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Svg0jTcICaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MC14MwA4ohg/s72-c/9118_1192579508169_1638857392_501465_4516516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-5422106188980346175</id><published>2009-10-26T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:46:26.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5td_sfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/C98EwKPxeR4/s1600-h/tumblr_ks363xyBFG1qzdroso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5td_sfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/C98EwKPxeR4/s400/tumblr_ks363xyBFG1qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396902139349938674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5Tt2JLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Y8ycUH2tS5s/s1600-h/tumblr_ks35z4965b1qzdroso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5Tt2JLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Y8ycUH2tS5s/s400/tumblr_ks35z4965b1qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396902132437099698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5JlAvhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/1iFDJieSmNY/s1600-h/tumblr_ks32zb5KDE1qzdroso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5JlAvhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/1iFDJieSmNY/s400/tumblr_ks32zb5KDE1qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396902129715691026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via fashionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest B, dad is pissing me off. was tired from school and he just had to make it worst. tsk tsk tsk. apart from that. school has been driving me crazy. exams drawing near and yours truly have yet to prepare. i have to make registration for 3 modules a.s.a.p for exams. i'm turning 18 pretty soon and tell me about it. i know i sound really k.e.n.t.a.l if were to blog about turning 18 and all i could think of is party. put aside that but turning 18 is just everything. everything except for freedom. a simple and nice freedom as a gift from dad and i would definitely appreciate that for the rest my life BUT fat hopes yeah? bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5422106188980346175?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5422106188980346175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-fashionista-dearest-b-dad-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5422106188980346175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5422106188980346175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-fashionista-dearest-b-dad-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SuWl5td_sfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/C98EwKPxeR4/s72-c/tumblr_ks363xyBFG1qzdroso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-1983349902703484285</id><published>2009-10-26T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:00:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets start with a Thank You to all those who wish the old me Happy Birthday last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an early dinner treat from Wani and Zen @ Carousel, my very beloved collegues from DBS. The planning was super easy cos its jus the 3 of us. It was of cos great to catch up with them again after so long. Hopefully our next plan of going cycling will happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on 19 Oct 09 , hours before the strike of midnight  i was feeling so fucked up becoz of sumtin and i really tot history would have repeated itself..But it was all part of my sisters plan! They are so bloody evil like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good though at the strike of midnight. Another really very meaningful bday surprise for me although it was just a few of us. Pictures wont be shown cos we are in our tak senonoh baju rumah getting ready to sleep. Of cos the only person who dress well was Ainy Sue cos she planned it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway bday celebration with love was very simple but i truly enjoyed myself. Although im the supposedly bday gal, there's no pictures of me.. sadly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Canele Pastisserie Chocoterie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A treat from love at Canele Pastisserie Chocoterie. The deserts are superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVixV4sJYI/AAAAAAAAApc/ILif9-1bRMM/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVixV4sJYI/AAAAAAAAApc/ILif9-1bRMM/s320/CIMG0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396828328301438338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh3J87j9I/AAAAAAAAAo0/55wZTwqMysM/s1600-h/CIMG0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh3J87j9I/AAAAAAAAAo0/55wZTwqMysM/s320/CIMG0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396827328665587666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh4BzL74I/AAAAAAAAApE/dt4oWZC0ye8/s1600-h/CIMG0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh4BzL74I/AAAAAAAAApE/dt4oWZC0ye8/s320/CIMG0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396827343657103234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh48BqEMI/AAAAAAAAApU/BGi-sOulajo/s1600-h/CIMG0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh48BqEMI/AAAAAAAAApU/BGi-sOulajo/s320/CIMG0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396827359287054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVix0XDFkI/AAAAAAAAApk/67N3UD3orYc/s1600-h/CIMG0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVix0XDFkI/AAAAAAAAApk/67N3UD3orYc/s320/CIMG0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396828336481834562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh4aZtIiI/AAAAAAAAApM/1X-EYspKV3E/s1600-h/CIMG0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVh4aZtIiI/AAAAAAAAApM/1X-EYspKV3E/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396827350261113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuViyhHkYMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qIJqkjmqO_8/s1600-h/CIMG0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuViyhHkYMI/AAAAAAAAAp0/qIJqkjmqO_8/s320/CIMG0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396828348496502978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow his orders always turn out good...No pictures of me cos he couldnt be bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CheeQaBoom!!! @ Simpang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the treat from Rosz, Nora and Di during lunch. No group photos... but here's wat taken from rosz Samsung phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk57F-WYI/AAAAAAAAAqE/gGZAZutD93E/s1600-h/Hapi+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk57F-WYI/AAAAAAAAAqE/gGZAZutD93E/s320/Hapi+Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396830674751478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6hEGp5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/_Ielr_XugaE/s1600-h/bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6hEGp5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/_Ielr_XugaE/s320/bday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396830684944181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6eccERI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZwKXqWK8Tc4/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6eccERI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZwKXqWK8Tc4/s320/bday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396830684240941330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My order, it was nice, and the pasta is very chilli padi spicy, i ike this ok rosz&lt;br /&gt;and i look so effing tired nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;Mentally tired actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6APs1fI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Lw1x1JDDPlk/s1600-h/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVk6APs1fI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Lw1x1JDDPlk/s320/bday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396830676134450674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVlzLYlWEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QULVKfSooBk/s1600-h/bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVlzLYlWEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/QULVKfSooBk/s320/bday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396831658377041986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just last week, bday treat from Emilda and Fyzza. This is as per fyzza, almost cancelled because of emilda. LOL. But. glad that they made it, cos its been quite sometime since the 3 of us meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cafe Le Caire @ Haji Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures cos of the dim lighting... hopefully emilda will pass me the pictures soon..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...... maybe i wont get from her at all..&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVrIzAEdoI/AAAAAAAAArc/5ocnuoFuZaQ/s1600-h/CIMG0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVrIzAEdoI/AAAAAAAAArc/5ocnuoFuZaQ/s320/CIMG0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396837527347033730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVrJf8BF0I/AAAAAAAAArk/TK_evLc3EYM/s1600-h/CIMG0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVrJf8BF0I/AAAAAAAAArk/TK_evLc3EYM/s320/CIMG0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396837539409631042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end this, let me show you what love took when he held the camera....&lt;br /&gt;and that was it. there are others similar to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVsKa9FOcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6MfqwyJSyNc/s1600-h/CIMG0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVsKa9FOcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6MfqwyJSyNc/s320/CIMG0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396838654763416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A BUNCH Y'ALL&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to 26 Bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1983349902703484285?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1983349902703484285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1983349902703484285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1983349902703484285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-bday.html' title='25 bday'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SuVixV4sJYI/AAAAAAAAApc/ILif9-1bRMM/s72-c/CIMG0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-1803430554048965291</id><published>2009-10-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:50:24.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh come come, follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/hippoelly"&gt;http://twitter.com/hippoelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1803430554048965291?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1803430554048965291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-come-come-follow-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1803430554048965291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1803430554048965291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/eh-come-come-follow-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-4425044121232543207</id><published>2009-10-23T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:31:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haley James&lt;/span&gt;: People have a right to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quinn James&lt;/span&gt;: But they also have a right to stay the same! They have the right to be exactly the person they've always been! I didn't change Haley, David changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill Season 7 Episode 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you willing to lose  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4425044121232543207?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4425044121232543207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/haley-james-people-have-right-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4425044121232543207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4425044121232543207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/haley-james-people-have-right-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5992948411757439017</id><published>2009-10-19T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:14:56.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its sad to know that something you built shattered overnight. Im picking up the pieces slowly, and Alhamdulillah, things are going great currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i just wanna say that i'm thankful that there's an addition to the family. My nephew is indeed a gift from heaven. I held him close at my most suckiest moment. Carrying him in my arms kept me calmed and grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the hours for me to reach 1/4 of century. &lt;br /&gt;Journey has been really rocky the past mths that i almost forgot the day was coming.&lt;br /&gt;At the strike of midnite&lt;br /&gt;Happy 25th Bday to myself&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5992948411757439017?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5992948411757439017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5992948411757439017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5992948411757439017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_19.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-6855027757657411572</id><published>2009-10-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:26:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's almost great. but work is getting in the way. tsk! &lt;br /&gt;looking forward to a long weekend with the boy! &lt;br /&gt;i love u like a fat boy love his chocolate cake. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6855027757657411572?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6855027757657411572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-almost-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6855027757657411572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6855027757657411572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-almost-great.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3750557781879609439</id><published>2009-10-14T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:21:59.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too dumbfounded to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly pray that everything will be back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3750557781879609439?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3750557781879609439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3750557781879609439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3750557781879609439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_14.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5712692195638013049</id><published>2009-10-07T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:56:58.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;its time to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;get a fucking life liza.... &lt;br /&gt;move forward&lt;br /&gt;for once, put urself first above anyone else...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5712692195638013049?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5712692195638013049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5712692195638013049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5712692195638013049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella_07.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-749103637955173293</id><published>2009-10-07T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:35:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm slacking for a while now at work. a little bit of me time for me.  the fact that i've worked my ass off finishing off all reports and slides for the meeting i deserve this little time of slacking. can die from staring too much at the laptop. the boy have been so sweet to fetch me from work for the two days travelling from ayer rajah all the way back to changi then back to sengkang and back home. thank you love. (: you have been the greatest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Ssv98FS9K0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DRl8Z7-ocRs/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Ssv98FS9K0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DRl8Z7-ocRs/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389680587734592322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on another fucked up note,&lt;br /&gt;my hphone, a gift from love for my 20th birthday, died on me yesterday. it didnt die. it just wouldnt want to start up. was so damn pissed that i couldnt sleep well yesterday night. the best part was, i did not backup all my contact list to my sim card. now, HTC doesn't want to answer their bloody line. now what am i suppose to do! GERAM LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-749103637955173293?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/749103637955173293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-slacking-for-while-now-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/749103637955173293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/749103637955173293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-slacking-for-while-now-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Ssv98FS9K0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DRl8Z7-ocRs/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2769900667480907323</id><published>2009-10-02T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:48:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, i finally felt how to have sumtin you have and basically all you think off every single day came crumbling down... I hate that feeling but lets face it, everyone have their moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing/No one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if things gonna change for the better..Truthfully, i dunno wats next for me. I hate changes. I hope everything goes back to normal eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,thanks love, for the 26 mthasary gift.&lt;br /&gt;Delivered right to my office in DBS Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SsWvX-9GreI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ZaWEMPceGQ/s1600-h/01102009442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SsWvX-9GreI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ZaWEMPceGQ/s320/01102009442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387905355789807074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my day....I couldnt stop staring at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote that i got from my friend from FB which i felt just right at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anyone can make you smile, anyone can make you cry but it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are alot of things are going thru my mind , i just dont noe how to express it. PMSing maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a tiring and most mentally challenging week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for the weekends again.&lt;br /&gt;For once, i hope i will be busy.. very busy..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2769900667480907323?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2769900667480907323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2769900667480907323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2769900667480907323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisterella.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SsWvX-9GreI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ZaWEMPceGQ/s72-c/01102009442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7145206543994520618</id><published>2009-09-30T00:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:32:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SsI5szncd9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qh56MoDFces/s1600-h/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SsI5szncd9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qh56MoDFces/s320/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386931546221213650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i swear gossip girl season 3 is getting better! omg!! can chuck and blair be anymore sweeter!?&lt;br /&gt;sounds wrong to even say they're sweet when they're the most evil in the series, of course beside that stoopid georgina. tapi sumpah they make the most sweetest couple in this season. but seriously la its worth it to actually forgo my work which is due tomorrow/today and watch episode 3! sumpah gila its damn worth it! chuck makes my heart beat so fast can. ok ok, the boy makes my heart beat even faster, and  second chuck. tak pandang aku dgn si nate and dan lagi. waaahhh. HOT GILEEEE PEEEEEEE! LUCKY  SIAA THIS JESSICA SZOHR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blair: I want you to have this. (a photo they're arguing over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chuck: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blair: Because I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: sorry dear, i just couldnt resist watching GG knowing that i promise i'll sleep early for work. i promise i'll make it up to you hor. don't scold scold k. i love you soooooooo much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7145206543994520618?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7145206543994520618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-swear-gossip-girl-season-3-is-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7145206543994520618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7145206543994520618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-swear-gossip-girl-season-3-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SsI5szncd9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qh56MoDFces/s72-c/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7324953186352025651</id><published>2009-09-26T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:40:54.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sr3ucYx1ojI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hGpZxjqpFoI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sr3ucYx1ojI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hGpZxjqpFoI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385722900860215858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh, selamat hari raya! maaf zahir dan batin. to those who have done me wrong for all these years i forgive you and for those i've wronged. i seek your forgiveness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these hari raya is by far the most mundane year ever lor.  firstly probably i dun get the green packets anymore. and secondly, we don't go much visiting as usual. chet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! even though i complain that we're not celebrating much. my saturday is burnt because my annoying old man of a dad decide to call his colleagues over for hari raya and get this! all of them are chinese. very multi racial hor. next week also with baby aqeil's cukur rambut. haiyaaaaa. damn sad. three straight saturdays gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7324953186352025651?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7324953186352025651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7324953186352025651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7324953186352025651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh-selamat-hari-raya-maaf-zahir-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sr3ucYx1ojI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hGpZxjqpFoI/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-736020464874166636</id><published>2009-09-26T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:34:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisterella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First thing first... Better be late than Never&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Slamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Liza terkasar bahasa secara sengaja.. harap ampun dan maaf.&lt;br /&gt;To err is human...&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you guys are expecting photos, im so sorry to disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;Ainy B, Hippoelly and yours truly, made a pact.&lt;br /&gt;No photos of jalan raya with family will be uploaded until we finish jalan raya !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass very fast. Dgn sekelip mata, kiter dah pun sampai the 6th day of Syawal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad first week of Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Public hols, should have enjoyed it while it last!!&lt;br /&gt;See.. now regret..&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Tonnes of work awaits me... dgn semangatnyer i worked.. n i surf the net for only 15 mins ok. the rest semua work work work and i stayed till 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.. i lost my atm cards, driving license dan macam2 di dalam beg lunch saya. itulah detik paling sedih buat saya.. then again... things happened for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;I get to change my so tak lawa driving license Pic!! Woo Hoo..&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.. I was down with flu, cough and fever and was on 2 days mc..  MC MC pun, malam jalan raya pegi rumah aunty! Oh and Aqeil vomitted at my baju kurung....&lt;br /&gt;Ni akan terjadi kalau case mak dier suker ckp " aku dah burpkan tapi dier taknak burp"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.. today&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be MC day.. but yours truly head to work. Aircon sejuk semacam dan saya rasa feverish lagi.. Blow nose lain, cough2 lain. Maybe just the aircon, cos when dah sampai rumah.. Alhamdulillah, tak lah rabak sgt.. cuma block nose.&lt;br /&gt;I took my medication at 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Fever medicine&lt;br /&gt;Caution : May cause drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;Flu medicing&lt;br /&gt;Caution: May cause drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;Cough medicine&lt;br /&gt;Caution : May cause drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang peliknyer. why the hell am i not sleeeeeeeeeepy???&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when the May cause drowsiness shit doesnt work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next week gonna be a better week&lt;br /&gt;No team lead, no manager&lt;br /&gt;set ah, i'll be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will try not to visit houses after 11.30pm. Confirm the org rumah maki hamun.&lt;br /&gt;Like wat i did an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Raya tu Raya lah..&lt;br /&gt;tapi org pun nak rest pe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my schedule for the rest of the mths of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 Sept: Dad's collegue coming over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad : This is my second daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me :* Smile, Shake hands*.. Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad friends... wah your daughter so tall uh.. like the father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every year takder lain pe diorang nak ckp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 Sept : Jalan2 dgn keluarga my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takde comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Oct : Jalan Raya dgn kawan2 Eye Bee M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking forward, mcm last yr jugak, keep it small and simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually satu je ibm, yg lain semua kenal sebelum keje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Oct : Mohd Aqeil Rayyan cukur rambut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni tak tau ah nak comment aper, kerana rumah saya nanti mcm org buat party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cumer kene sediakan papercups dan paper plate kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak cuci2 semua, malas nak layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 Oct : TBC Nur Atiqah cukur rambut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupun cousin yg dekat... harap2 bleh jadi tamu je, tak payah tolong tolong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 Oct : My 25th Birthday ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paham2 je lah.. tak payah nak comment banyak2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 weddings&lt;br /&gt;Cousin, Aunt and Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe plans with Love pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-736020464874166636?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/736020464874166636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/twisterella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/736020464874166636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/736020464874166636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/twisterella.html' title='twisterella'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3945282133096487107</id><published>2009-09-18T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:54:42.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SrMDmh0h3QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mISPDNVZ3Mk/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SrMDmh0h3QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mISPDNVZ3Mk/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382649940086480130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy (or should i say man? HAHA!) had his P.O.P recently and i'm super proud of him. being there witnessing his graduation from BMTC makes me feel like a proud momma. lol! i just couldnt stop beaming when i saw all these soldiers hugging each other. some even cried! waah! i'm like so proud of all of them though i dunno all except for one. three months of shit and they made it through. these three months, i've seen a lot of changes in the boy and i'm proud again to say that he has truly become a man. and im super gile babi proud of him though "i know, he knows, my sisters know" (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SrMEXUUsRQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wV2UCHuI3TI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SrMEXUUsRQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wV2UCHuI3TI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382650778276873474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear ahmad abdillah, i'm so proud of you and i'm so happy that you get the unit you've been praying hard for. i'm sorry if in these three months i've not been a supporting girlfriend to you and have been giving you shit when you're in camp. all in all. i love you. always. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days to raya. how fast is that. im not even sure if my baju kurung is ready or not -__-" worse still, whether it'll fit me. wonder why even the fasting month i'm not losing any weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i'm still calling him 'the boy' although he's a man now. it's just too weird calling him 'the man' in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3945282133096487107?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3945282133096487107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-or-should-i-say-man-haha-had-his-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3945282133096487107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3945282133096487107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/boy-or-should-i-say-man-haha-had-his-p.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SrMDmh0h3QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mISPDNVZ3Mk/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-742784090862027631</id><published>2009-09-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:35:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sqi5_-ETWyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V1aTTDi5wzQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kppo8fxBsw1qzzgpoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sqi5_-ETWyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V1aTTDi5wzQ/s400/tumblr_kppo8fxBsw1qzzgpoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379754263537998626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;three words, _ ____ ___ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-742784090862027631?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/742784090862027631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/742784090862027631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/742784090862027631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-words.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sqi5_-ETWyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V1aTTDi5wzQ/s72-c/tumblr_kppo8fxBsw1qzzgpoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-1309672334116808562</id><published>2009-09-07T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:58:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was doing my downloading at work when i was requested to type in the captcha before proceeding to download. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqS85o6Io5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zWlrdys-Qj8/s1600-h/IBM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqS85o6Io5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zWlrdys-Qj8/s320/IBM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378631553407034258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1309672334116808562?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1309672334116808562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-doing-my-downloading-at-work-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1309672334116808562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1309672334116808562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-doing-my-downloading-at-work-when.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqS85o6Io5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/zWlrdys-Qj8/s72-c/IBM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7110107885228620879</id><published>2009-09-06T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:56:28.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SqN492RFhWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ThlISXdCtyI/s1600-h/6935_126155409238_524374238_2256720_4573167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SqN492RFhWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ThlISXdCtyI/s400/6935_126155409238_524374238_2256720_4573167_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275383945037154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for wanting to get away but i realised, theres part of me missing and it's them. i miss this bunch here and please boys stop playing soccer and meet up sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7110107885228620879?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7110107885228620879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-for-wanting-to-get-away-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7110107885228620879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7110107885228620879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-for-wanting-to-get-away-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SqN492RFhWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/ThlISXdCtyI/s72-c/6935_126155409238_524374238_2256720_4573167_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2913650989839274989</id><published>2009-09-05T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:28:08.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fasting month pass really fast this year, without realising we are left with 15 days, then comes sywal. I dunno if its just the mth of Ramadhan or its just me but i did alot of thinking lately. I thought to myself how did i use the chance during this beautiful mth for the last 14 days. Sadly, i qns myself whether im or not im just a muslim by name and i hate to know the answers. And im pretty sure that most of you can feel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; has been very careful with the way i dress this mth. No shorts, no mini skirts, no short dresses, no sleeveless and sooo on.. cos i have to respect the month and i really respect that. Thats the only thing i manage to do during Ramadhan, how dumb i am not to celebrate the mth wisely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could blog more... but i have approximately 1 min left before my thinkpad go kapputtttt.... maybe i will continue another fine day when my brain starts working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and....I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Got to see him abt 3 hrs today and he had to go back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2913650989839274989?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2913650989839274989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/fasting-month-pass-really-fast-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2913650989839274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2913650989839274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/fasting-month-pass-really-fast-this.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-8720712656699918984</id><published>2009-09-04T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:24:55.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who cares, the two idiots doesnt even want to update. i'll update! feeling feeling this blog just belongs to me myself and i la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqEsj85Nv-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dOhdqtB2AQg/s1600-h/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqEsj85Nv-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dOhdqtB2AQg/s320/IMG_1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628426210230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was over the fact that i missed the boy but i was wrong!  how can i get over it? how can i not miss him? this is by far the longest after the 2 weeks confinement that i've not kiss/hug/touch him. frustating.  but just in less than 2 weeks left. i just can't wait! P.O.P OH! (:&lt;br /&gt;for now, can i just sleep till sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i just realise today marks the 4th month i got my license. haha! fucking random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8720712656699918984?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8720712656699918984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-cares-two-idiots-doesnt-even-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8720712656699918984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8720712656699918984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-cares-two-idiots-doesnt-even-want.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SqEsj85Nv-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dOhdqtB2AQg/s72-c/IMG_1060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7700237614798519368</id><published>2009-09-01T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:32:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sp0YJwO_TfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TwlMKnqDCPg/s1600-h/tiz+zaqyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sp0YJwO_TfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TwlMKnqDCPg/s320/tiz+zaqyah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376480085995900402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sp09xs8w-uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/njmYzSxcZP8/s320/awal4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376521454239152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7700237614798519368?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7700237614798519368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/nur-kasih-is-bomb-man-33333333.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7700237614798519368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7700237614798519368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/09/nur-kasih-is-bomb-man-33333333.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sp0YJwO_TfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TwlMKnqDCPg/s72-c/tiz+zaqyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-8492202716262389770</id><published>2009-08-31T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:48:32.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFIRMED: &lt;/span&gt;THE MOST SHITTEST DAY EVER! NOTHING CAN BEAT TODAY! EVEN A HUGE ARGUEMENT WITH THE BOY CAN NEVER BEAT HOW SHITTY TODAY IS. @*$(!&amp;amp;#$!&amp;amp;#$^@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*test my patience sia during this ramadhan month. &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/5826568638747948537-8492202716262389770?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8492202716262389770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/confirmed-most-shittest-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8492202716262389770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8492202716262389770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/confirmed-most-shittest-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-6565418372636109899</id><published>2009-08-31T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:22:07.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you look is annoying me this few days&lt;br /&gt;Only a matter of time i say sumtin to your face.&lt;br /&gt;If you dun want that to happen, i advise you to learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6565418372636109899?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6565418372636109899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-you-look-is-annoying-me-this-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6565418372636109899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6565418372636109899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/way-you-look-is-annoying-me-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2793986040532160816</id><published>2009-08-25T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:31:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, to my dear most annoying dad. HAPPY 51TH BIRTHDAY DAD! you are super annoying every single day. please stop being annoying. and i'll love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, fasting is not easy. seriously! with the fact that i'm always eating like a pig every single day and just today i started fasting. walauwei! i'm in agony. the cold in the office is not helping at all. makes me feel even more hungrier lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2793986040532160816?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2793986040532160816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-and-foremost-to-my-dear-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2793986040532160816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2793986040532160816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-and-foremost-to-my-dear-most.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2168814331180258029</id><published>2009-08-20T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:11:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. i feel the most loneliest ever. today. i need someone. but today. i had no one. today. i realise not many cared. today. i cried my eyes out. and i still couldn't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2168814331180258029?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2168814331180258029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2168814331180258029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2168814331180258029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-600875002958374777</id><published>2009-08-19T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:11:45.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SowYf9g5sPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mnb1x149wVQ/s1600-h/superstickies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SowYf9g5sPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mnb1x149wVQ/s320/superstickies.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371695392913731826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20/8 Updated :&lt;br /&gt;I AM INDEED THE MOST HAPPIEST PERSON TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-600875002958374777?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/600875002958374777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/600875002958374777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/600875002958374777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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/_usnFrjerqJA/SowYf9g5sPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mnb1x149wVQ/s72-c/superstickies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-4806708084162760717</id><published>2009-08-18T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:42:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Soq57vHKRfI/AAAAAAAAA60/jPxC4W50BJw/s1600-h/1_327223661l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Soq57vHKRfI/AAAAAAAAA60/jPxC4W50BJw/s400/1_327223661l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371309941502658034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisterella was being super annoying that she called me in the middle of the class just to share with me the stupidest thing she ever did. and seriously i couldn't help but to laugh out loud and everyone thinks im crazy. haha funnyshit! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi y'all! yes i know i've not been updating here for quite sometime already. the two bitches wanna kick me so i got to save myself. hah. life is normal. so many things i gotta think about. i've been getting quite alot of attention lately. school was okay especially with hetty around, obviously. so today i actually shared my problems with her and i felt so relief after telling her whats happening around me, almost everything. thanks love. music lesson almost, ALMOST kill me and seriously i got to practice more. i did my report halfway already and imma happy bitch. (: another 250 more words to go!! plus, i got to finish up my slides for presentation a.s.a.p. next week gonna be hectic! cant wait to learn more during autocad's lesson and kay kok's after! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasting month is drawing near and the thought of celebrating hari raya kinda make me sick. i'm not looking forward to it this year, next year and more years to come. maybe becos i'm getting old which mean lesser green packets! :/ me dont like. sigh. i feeling sleepy already. tc people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4806708084162760717?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4806708084162760717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/twisterella-was-being-super-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4806708084162760717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4806708084162760717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/twisterella-was-being-super-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Soq57vHKRfI/AAAAAAAAA60/jPxC4W50BJw/s72-c/1_327223661l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-5103676152189834522</id><published>2009-08-18T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:19:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K i just have to blog this down cos it kept me giggling to myself . Ok, to start it off, im a multi tasker you see. I can actually do my work and chat with a few pple at once. Only that im very careless. So careless that at times, i might msg the wrong person while happily typing out. And most of the time, i covered my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess luck is not always on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to tell Diyana abt this cos we were talking abt fasting mth and wat we can do and dun intend to do..so i happily typed it out not realising that all along it was hippoelly's window. The bad thing was, i was kinda talking abt hippoelly. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here it goes. In red will be my remarks. 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 &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 375pt;" width="500" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"   lang="DE"&gt;aku overheard adik aku ckp ngan matair dier &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"   lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;bulan   puasa tak leh touch2 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;bla bla   bla that kind.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;hahahahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;adik kau?   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;abih dlm   hati aku, mcm paham je &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;(i still cont even after   she replied!! im a dumbass!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha   Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;means   b0ainy? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"   lang="DE"&gt;kirekan jgn naik moto ah &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"   lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"   lang="DE"&gt;yg 3rd &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;(lagi bleh ckp yg   3rd!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:red;"   &gt;didnt even realise its her!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;aku? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;ahahahaha   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;sial! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;eh &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;   &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"&gt;   Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"   lang="DE"&gt;nie aku tau, adik kau third &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;hahaha &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;cb &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;salah   window &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;babi   siaaaa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;bile kau   dgr? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;smalam &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;eh &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;hahaha &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;eh &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;aku tgh   ketawe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;hahahhahahaa   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(57, 87, 122);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Noraisha Suhai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;kenape? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 71.25pt;" valign="top" width="95"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 129, 3);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;Norlizawati Bin...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  &gt;pasal   wrong window &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realised im so selenger nak mampus. Type pun shiok sendiri like that without realising im bitching abt her to her!! Oh and i had to call her to laugh abt it, cos it will look stupid if i giggle all by myself at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her, giggle like a mad woman and said&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perangai org annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since i laughed too much today, im still at work, clearing the shits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5103676152189834522?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5103676152189834522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/k-i-just-have-to-blog-this-down-cos-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5103676152189834522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5103676152189834522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/k-i-just-have-to-blog-this-down-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-3477625535360281745</id><published>2009-08-16T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:43:46.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the fact that the weekends passed by s0 fast. time spent with the boy were never enough. i so hope that i have more time with him, and that NS won't rob him away from me anymore laaaa. i'm glad that i've made the right decision and i never regret it.  i love you so much ahmad abdillah. always will. till the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SogM0Q_QxWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_Jbvut79OeU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SogM0Q_QxWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_Jbvut79OeU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370556647692354914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3477625535360281745?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3477625535360281745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-fact-that-weekends-passed-by-s0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3477625535360281745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3477625535360281745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-fact-that-weekends-passed-by-s0.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SogM0Q_QxWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_Jbvut79OeU/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-6468783089758361493</id><published>2009-08-14T15:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:50:29.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My chat/gossip/story buddy is on leave today so it seems like forever for the work hours to end.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its just one of those days when you really wanna blog, and you have so much to pen down but when you click &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Post&lt;/span&gt;, you go fucking blank. Btw Its FRIDAY! and Im not looking forward to the weekend btw cos I wont get to spent much time with love as he's bz serving the nation, marathon and etc. Kinda miss him. Feels like i have not since him for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting off going for a jog/swimming since forever.&lt;br /&gt;Cant i jus tell my flabs to go away instead? Will it work. Can i not exercise?? I can never find any motivation to do it. Maybe can just picture ainy laughing at my flabby stomach and pinch it. Or when she tot my stomach was a pillow when she stepped on it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Like idiot like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently im re-reading a book on OASIS again. Never got sick of the quotes and their stories. And i just remembered that, it was the exact same book i was holding abt 3 yrs ago when i bumped into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;at National Library.&lt;br /&gt;How time flies......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Im gonna be on leave on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Borring long weekend, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Just sumtin to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;Very random comics&lt;br /&gt;i like!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/39/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/ComicaziRob20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1021/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/thanks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1028/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/properterm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1036/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Matt/now-hes-gonna-do-things-to-her-GASP.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1039/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/gameboy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1047/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicsnakesandladders2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1052/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/the-tamest-rape-joke-matt-melvin-has-ever-seen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1060/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/bitchesbecrazy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6468783089758361493?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6468783089758361493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/twisterella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6468783089758361493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6468783089758361493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/twisterella.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-7626504423029584774</id><published>2009-08-11T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:58:17.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been almost 2 weeks since we have the new addition of the family&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Aqeil Rayyan&lt;br /&gt;Now its 8 of us. Living under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realise that its 8 now.&lt;br /&gt;A big fat EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a lot eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us,we have yet to be affected by the presence of the little one at home. He slept most of the time and rarely cries at nite. But he's one active baby when he's sleeping, he can stretch like an adult does.  And he sleeps like his mom. One hand on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a feeling that this week is gonna be one helluva long week to pass. For sure, im missing love already. I cant wait for him to get his NS done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more mths!&lt;br /&gt;Just 6... I've been thru a yr plus..&lt;br /&gt;wats another half a year rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7626504423029584774?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7626504423029584774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-almost-2-weeks-since-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7626504423029584774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7626504423029584774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-almost-2-weeks-since-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-1709328751245843206</id><published>2009-08-10T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:20:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love long weekends. the fact that i got to spend so much time with the boy was great, though it was never enough. we went looking around for our respective belated 2nd gifts for each other. the boy being so fickle as always took longer than i did. he took over 3 days to decide what he wants. and as for me, i took only one day hor. actually i knew what i wanted already.&lt;br /&gt;over a month ago, i fell in love with this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SoA5xXI2qMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ThS1BYZOK3Q/s1600-h/swatch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SoA5xXI2qMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ThS1BYZOK3Q/s320/swatch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368354276013156546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, this. and guess who bought it for me?! my favourite boy! i finally got a new watch. and i'm such a happy kid laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like i'm the only one blogging here. as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1709328751245843206?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1709328751245843206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-long-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1709328751245843206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1709328751245843206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-long-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SoA5xXI2qMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ThS1BYZOK3Q/s72-c/swatch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-8841710601851387282</id><published>2009-08-05T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:21:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE IT WHEN I SMS AND SOME PEOPLE DON'T REPLY. FUCKING ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnlO1aNgjTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m09tKlYVBWs/s1600-h/kidsfinger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnlO1aNgjTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m09tKlYVBWs/s320/kidsfinger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366407110464671026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, working is so new to me even after two weeks. hahaha. i feel so old suddenly. and very intimidating with all these people here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8841710601851387282?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8841710601851387282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-it-when-i-sms-and-some-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8841710601851387282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8841710601851387282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-it-when-i-sms-and-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnlO1aNgjTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m09tKlYVBWs/s72-c/kidsfinger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7149146209425014695</id><published>2009-08-02T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:09:07.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home will be so much full of life with the presence of muhammad aqiel rayyan now. though i just hope that the cryings wont wake me up middle of the night. congratulations to my dear sugarspun &amp;amp; abg saiful on the arrival of the cute little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnW3xzpYTMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5fpheXMY_9A/s1600-h/6732_130268357845_530717845_3201456_105809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnW3xzpYTMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5fpheXMY_9A/s320/6732_130268357845_530717845_3201456_105809_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365396597387054274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note. the boy is now back to camp. back to square one. i'll miss him for sure laaaa after spending the whole week together everyday. now just seven more weeks left! i love you so much laaa ahmad abdillah. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnW5SdlK46I/AAAAAAAAAGI/eaFSJQGdk_k/s1600-h/5500_1139637864661_1638857392_357295_6092217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnW5SdlK46I/AAAAAAAAAGI/eaFSJQGdk_k/s320/5500_1139637864661_1638857392_357295_6092217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365398257911128994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7149146209425014695?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7149146209425014695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-will-be-so-much-full-of-life-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7149146209425014695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7149146209425014695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-will-be-so-much-full-of-life-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SnW3xzpYTMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5fpheXMY_9A/s72-c/6732_130268357845_530717845_3201456_105809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-6449031137036542086</id><published>2009-07-29T11:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:54:35.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Mohd Zaki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr marks the 3rd year im celebrating your birthday with you. The first yr we wasnt together though...time passed so fast when we're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last surprise i had for you seemed like it was last mth. The balloons, the cupcakes, the pple, all still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i said all i could do was to treat you to a simple Secret Recipe dinner cos i couldnt afford anything else. and i had to feign that i have a stomachache, jus so that we can walk home from the LRT slower to buy time for the rest to get ready. Not bad eh my acting cos you fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_FC1QMczI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1XAuP8YVOYI/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_FC1QMczI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1XAuP8YVOYI/s320/IMG_0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722333666964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EVc5n5UI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Kb8q1Z6JXvg/s1600-h/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EVc5n5UI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Kb8q1Z6JXvg/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721554035729730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EURUR7DI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MSe8UPAmPFs/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EURUR7DI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MSe8UPAmPFs/s320/IMG_0946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721533746441266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_FCGg3QlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cCmT4GquaTE/s1600-h/IMG_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_FCGg3QlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cCmT4GquaTE/s320/IMG_1001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722321120412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EViKyorI/AAAAAAAAAns/AvL-6pzKUx4/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_EViKyorI/AAAAAAAAAns/AvL-6pzKUx4/s320/IMG_1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721555449914034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprises for you this year cos i want to keep you for myself.&lt;br /&gt;No luxurious present cos its a recession year but&lt;br /&gt;i hope you gonna have as much fun as we had last year,&lt;br /&gt;or hopefully even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling me before midnight, just so i can wish you when the clock strike 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6449031137036542086?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6449031137036542086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/twisterella-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6449031137036542086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6449031137036542086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/twisterella-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/Sm_FC1QMczI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1XAuP8YVOYI/s72-c/IMG_0943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-554761555951988109</id><published>2009-07-28T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:19:22.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS BEEN TWO LONG YEARS! HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY TO MY DEAR, SAYANG, DARLING AHMAD ABDILLAH!&lt;br /&gt;i love you like a fat kid loves his chocolate cake! oklaaaa! more than that! i love you so much! thanks for everything. i'm grateful to have you by my side all these time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sm8GrAEfmGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3LMzdvJc860/s1600-h/5500_1139637864661_1638857392_357295_6092217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sm8GrAEfmGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3LMzdvJc860/s320/5500_1139637864661_1638857392_357295_6092217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363513017044539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the second day of work and alhamdullilah, everything is going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;haha! as if! the first day already, i actually lost my drawer key laaaaaa! and guess where i found it? at my drawer itself the next day! hahaha! lucky me lucky me lucky me. ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ainy is cute. just like her boobs! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-554761555951988109?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/554761555951988109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-long-years-happy-2nd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/554761555951988109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/554761555951988109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-long-years-happy-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sm8GrAEfmGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3LMzdvJc860/s72-c/5500_1139637864661_1638857392_357295_6092217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-3271769920746337910</id><published>2009-07-24T17:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:13:43.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July has been a superb mth, i had my short getaway from work. Tried the things i never did before and realised that my taste of music is more diverse now. In short, im acceptive things. Good and Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the departure of my $45 bucks for 2 stupid keys was a painful moment, i finally come to terms with it. Things happened for a reason. And i secretly know wat the reason is.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;HE IS GREAT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;will be in camp again for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be so bored and might be spending a whole lot of time with hippoelly cos we share the same plight. And on Tuesday, we will be going back together from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now trying to be on a strict diet cos my weight is as berat as my pregnant sister.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna start exercising and turn those fats to muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jog 3 times a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Start swimming again ONLY once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(to avoid having much broader shoulders)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;50 sit ups a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat less rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; / Eat moderately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love bday is coming.. and i haven plan anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky he's in camp for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3271769920746337910?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3271769920746337910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-will-be-in-camp-again-for-2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3271769920746337910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3271769920746337910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-will-be-in-camp-again-for-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-6885833222417253782</id><published>2009-07-22T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:19:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY EFFA SAYAAAAAAAAAANG!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how far we've both grown from being so kental and now you so pretty hor. i miss you so much. please meet up soon. i missed gossiping and confessing things with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy so much it feels so different not hearing his voice late at night. he left me a 20sec video so i won't miss him that much. sweet hor. oklaaa. oklaaa. i actually forced him to make me that video. ainy said i was behaving cheekily like a maid watching a video from the bangledesh boyfriend whenever i watched the vid. as usual. baby ainy BABI laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i've got the job. but having mixed feelings about it. not all excited about meeting new colleagues laaaa! how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6885833222417253782?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6885833222417253782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-and-foremost-happy-20th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6885833222417253782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6885833222417253782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-and-foremost-happy-20th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-650082500085203101</id><published>2009-07-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:30:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SmR6XdfQKsI/AAAAAAAAA5E/exbB19OCweI/s1600-h/tt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SmR6XdfQKsI/AAAAAAAAA5E/exbB19OCweI/s400/tt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360543999949023938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love my time-table for semester 1. bed's calling every thursday and schedule for this semester is pretty much slacky. (: 3 hours of break in between lessons for 2 days. but i guess it would be a little draggy to start school at 9 and ends at 5-6pm, especially on a friday. gotta turn in early today cause i slept at freaking 4 am. was actually nervous for school though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was basically okay. nothing much. did a simple introduction about ourselves during class. i was infact lucky to have melissa and hetty in this course or else i would be a loser sitting all alone during lessons. had our lunch at sarah's place and i got the bake rice which i couldn't finish it up. kinah joined us and we wasted our time at NL. dragged ourselves to next class and i almost fall asleeeeeep. mr tan released us early and while waiting for apit i walked to dhoby just to kill time and coincindencely i bumped into fatin and her friend. thank god or else i would be alone. they accompanied me for awhile. accompanied apit to sunshine plaza to get his things done and i got free ice-cream. (: walked around ps to find my sockings but couldn't find it so went home. apit trained down to sengkang so atleast i got a friend to talk to! ((: reached home, fall flat on the bed. dragged myself to have my dinner, took a quick bath and here i am updating my rant. (: take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-650082500085203101?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/650082500085203101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-simply-love-my-time-table-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/650082500085203101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/650082500085203101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-simply-love-my-time-table-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SmR6XdfQKsI/AAAAAAAAA5E/exbB19OCweI/s72-c/tt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7726609882065343457</id><published>2009-07-17T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:23:45.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at home on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;sick and sad.&lt;br /&gt;what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, dad's going to the grannies place.&lt;br /&gt;TV IS ALL MINE! MWAHHHHHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s i miss you so much ahmad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7726609882065343457?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7726609882065343457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-home-on-friday-night_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7726609882065343457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7726609882065343457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-home-on-friday-night_17.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-8845760655195859102</id><published>2009-07-15T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:31:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sl2SRzPbHEI/AAAAAAAAA30/UXTW6lQF7_8/s1600-h/nuruulsboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sl2SRzPbHEI/AAAAAAAAA30/UXTW6lQF7_8/s320/nuruulsboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358599966151089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had never felt this tired before. i need to energize myself before school starts. i've been feeling so weak lately. i wanna get rid of my cough. its so sickening. orientation yesterday was fast. 1 hour talk, fill in our registration form and made a confirmation for the modules that we'll be taking. lucky i'll be in the same class hetty but too bad melissa isn't. sadsxz. yesterday was mum's 51th birthday and we had a mini surprise for her. we had dinner together after so lonng. it felt good though. mum specially cooked nasi ayam penyet. today i will be rotting at home and slowly take off the studs from the denim jacket i got. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8845760655195859102?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8845760655195859102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-never-felt-this-tired-before.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8845760655195859102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8845760655195859102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-never-felt-this-tired-before.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sl2SRzPbHEI/AAAAAAAAA30/UXTW6lQF7_8/s72-c/nuruulsboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7018597823201564355</id><published>2009-07-15T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:03:05.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MUMMYPOKOPANTS! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the company to the clinic on your birthday although you complain alot about the wait and thanks for almost everything that you've done for the four of us our whole lives. plus now abg saiful and in future that little baby boy! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, yes. i've been down with a high fever but still alive and kicking. thanks to my favourite boy that i got the fever. (: when i told him i got the fever he said, "see, we're meant for each other" haha. i love you laaa. get well soon my dear. i miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7018597823201564355?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7018597823201564355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-birthday-mummypokopants-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7018597823201564355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7018597823201564355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-birthday-mummypokopants-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2505584471846971754</id><published>2009-07-15T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:14:10.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.sallycin.multiply.com/image/3/photos/36/600x600/48/IMG-4140.jpg?et=x30P2P%2CApnlb70FdolTyCA&amp;amp;nmid=95480325"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://images.sallycin.multiply.com/image/3/photos/36/600x600/48/IMG-4140.jpg?et=x30P2P%2CApnlb70FdolTyCA&amp;amp;nmid=95480325" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little late wish for my Mom.. not that she's reading it but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 July 09&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;The best mom ever who never fails to pamper the 4 of us plus 1 bro in law now.&lt;br /&gt;We may be a little annoying at times, ok maybe all the time but she never fails to layan our nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;We are the laziest daughters on the planet but  yet she never once complain.&lt;br /&gt;Although i dont usually get breakfast for you like the 2 annoying brat (READ : AINY &amp;amp; HIPPOELLY) does , i still love u the same.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being so understanding the most understanding mom ever. The impromptu excuses you came up with to tell Papa when we are plain lazy to go to school. All the cover ups (inside stuffs). We promise we wont disappoint you! Maybe its safer if i just give the promise for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MOMMY&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's excited being a grandma in a mth time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures pending to post...&lt;br /&gt;Father's days celebration at Sakura, still waiting for the pics from bro in law.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's mini celebration. Surprised mama with a small cake, had a lil doa selamat for Mama, just the  7 of us. I didnt noe there's gonna be doa doa lah rite so we were wearing something not nice for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note,&lt;br /&gt;Hippoelly is sick and is on 7 days MC. High fever. So she did not share the room with us yesterday. Even though she's sick, she ate a whole lot of foods and cakes... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Sha.. I love you.. and collegues soon?&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2505584471846971754?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2505584471846971754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2505584471846971754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2505584471846971754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-7212263329904440482</id><published>2009-07-12T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:29:24.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlmCKfwHleI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4k7zpP-xvi8/s1600-h/120709+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlmCKfwHleI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4k7zpP-xvi8/s320/120709+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357456348567541218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear ahmad,&lt;br /&gt;please please please get well soon. it's killing me worrying about you all the time especially with the fact that you're so stubborn when i asked you to visit the doctor and you keep saying you're fine and need some rest to the extend that your temperature is rising tremendously! and the sisters and mom are not helping making me even scared. saying that high fever can cause brain damage and making me cry! worst still when i called, you didnt want to answer your call making me think of all the worse things that can happen. making me so paranoid, i didn't even want u to go to sleep fearing that you'll never wake up. i love you so much ahmad abdillah. please get well soon. i don't even care if you have to go for your bmt recourse even if you miss this stoopid impt training happening tomorrow as long as you're well and smiling again. it kills me seeing you so weak and shivering on the way home ystd. get well soon sayang, i miss your jokes, laughter and smile. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, please don't be H1N1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7212263329904440482?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7212263329904440482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-ahmad-please-please-please-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7212263329904440482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7212263329904440482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-ahmad-please-please-please-get.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlmCKfwHleI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4k7zpP-xvi8/s72-c/120709+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-7559085457367403059</id><published>2009-07-10T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:54:41.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a feeling that today is a day that i had to remember and the date seems familiar. So, i decided to randomly text my long lost primary school buddy, diana and asked whether it's her birthday today and true enough it was! haha! so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR FRIEND, DIANA! AKU MISS KAU. MEET ME SOON WITH QAMARIAH ALONG OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kite will go lunch same same since our workplaces are only a walking distance to each other k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is fast. i like! it's probably due to the fact that i was addicted to CHARMED, neglecting work for the whole week. i've yet to even finish last week's assignment given laa. I FINALLY GOT TO MEET MY FAVOURITE BOY! i couldn't believe that this week i've missed him so bad. i told him i felt very very lonely this week despite the company of colleagues and the sisters and he told i was nonsense. as usual what. i am the nonsensical one. i wonder how i'll survive during his field camp. mati saaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklaa, i just feel like blogging. thats why so random.&lt;br /&gt;take care. (: bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7559085457367403059?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7559085457367403059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-feeling-that-today-is-day-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7559085457367403059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7559085457367403059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-feeling-that-today-is-day-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2291333320788249092</id><published>2009-07-09T11:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:14:38.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'>Random Peektures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCJL9RpqI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O4rMAT0LAWU/s1600-h/IMG_7411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCJL9RpqI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O4rMAT0LAWU/s320/IMG_7411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356330426167305890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCIgYbyCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/HZgzh-uobT0/s1600-h/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCIgYbyCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/HZgzh-uobT0/s320/IMG_0965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356330414470055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAw7_f2SI/AAAAAAAAAmM/cv2_cDzMQHU/s1600-h/IMG_3462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAw7_f2SI/AAAAAAAAAmM/cv2_cDzMQHU/s320/IMG_3462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356328910053169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAwXxucgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HNt5OqUpXdg/s1600-h/IMG_4009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAwXxucgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HNt5OqUpXdg/s320/IMG_4009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356328900331729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAwGfyofI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zaRY77yfX6M/s1600-h/P1040836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAwGfyofI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zaRY77yfX6M/s320/P1040836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356328895693103602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAv58vzDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/H2YVElaNADw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWAv58vzDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/H2YVElaNADw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356328892324891698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCISOBbkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9p0EWEcqeLk/s1600-h/DSC07264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCISOBbkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/9p0EWEcqeLk/s320/DSC07264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356330410668289602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im feeling so lazy today. Haven been doing work all morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;*Weekend mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2291333320788249092?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2291333320788249092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-peektures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2291333320788249092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2291333320788249092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-peektures.html' title='Random Peektures'/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SlWCJL9RpqI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O4rMAT0LAWU/s72-c/IMG_7411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-5306376059711886882</id><published>2009-07-08T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:41:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SlN3VibP2qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/scG1MBu8o_0/s1600-h/mygirl07gcyrtea03a3sv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SlN3VibP2qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/scG1MBu8o_0/s320/mygirl07gcyrtea03a3sv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755593775700642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been occupying my times with a new found korean drama lately. BASYHAA! a very random day out with allan to tampines today. it was a last minute thing since photoshoot for fat's blog was cancelled. thought i could rot at home and search for another korean drama. heh. but someone insist of treating so obviously i won't push the offer. (: bumped into amir, faisal and apit. joined them and did a mini shopping. i'm all crazy over denim shorts and i just bought one for 5 bucks! high waisted one and also this long sleeve dress for 5 bucks too. cheapos, me like. so i twist and turn all the old jeans into cute shorts! mostly are high wasted. heh. i need to get new clothes before school starts. maybe abit of diy here and there? totally. will dig out all the old tops and willl do something to it. i should get a life already. don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5306376059711886882?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5306376059711886882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-occupying-my-times-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5306376059711886882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5306376059711886882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-occupying-my-times-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SlN3VibP2qI/AAAAAAAAA3k/scG1MBu8o_0/s72-c/mygirl07gcyrtea03a3sv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-4231825611221102164</id><published>2009-07-07T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:03:39.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlMPYb2jAsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_XMDA95TLYI/s1600-h/charmed+season+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlMPYb2jAsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_XMDA95TLYI/s320/charmed+season+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355641294341472962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ON CHARMED MARATHON AT WORK! BEST GILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, i miss the boy already and it's tuesday. lucky for me there's CHARMED to keep me company the rest of the week. haha. i haven't been talking to the colleagues ever since lunch break. weird, considering i'm the most irritating among the three. i've so many downloading to be made laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that baby ainy has another private space of her own. i think i'm gonna have the most frequent updates in this space since twisterella is always too busy too update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4231825611221102164?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4231825611221102164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-on-charmed-marathon-at-work-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4231825611221102164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4231825611221102164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-on-charmed-marathon-at-work-best.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SlMPYb2jAsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_XMDA95TLYI/s72-c/charmed+season+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-8614416446834488053</id><published>2009-07-04T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:18:58.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4vW0MPsHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EbSh3N7NCLI/s1600-h/5453_1148778410804_1567897022_30374163_3178523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4vW0MPsHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EbSh3N7NCLI/s320/5453_1148778410804_1567897022_30374163_3178523_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354269076003729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4vShFDYBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6ZeePCT4agk/s1600-h/5453_1148778010794_1567897022_30374153_4289488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4vShFDYBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6ZeePCT4agk/s320/5453_1148778010794_1567897022_30374153_4289488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354269002153811986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4udD4ya9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJ2ddQAl03I/s1600-h/5453_1148778170798_1567897022_30374157_5625669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4udD4ya9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tJ2ddQAl03I/s320/5453_1148778170798_1567897022_30374157_5625669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354268083784674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling so weak that i almost want to give up on myself. hahah! macam paham! the headache doesn't want to go away and its killing me. oh, don't forget the cough. a month and i'm not recovering even the least. what the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone in the room now without those two annoying girls. but it feels so different getting the room to myself this one night.&lt;br /&gt;today was ice age 3d with hasina. coolest shit ever but not much effects laa. i was expecting at least manny or diego or even sid to just jump out of the screen to us laaa. but instead i get snow drops. chet! but still! the coolest shit movie experience ever, despite the throbbing head! next 3d movie is sooo going to be final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, where did i go wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8614416446834488053?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8614416446834488053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-feeling-so-weak-that-i-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8614416446834488053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8614416446834488053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-feeling-so-weak-that-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sk4vW0MPsHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EbSh3N7NCLI/s72-c/5453_1148778410804_1567897022_30374163_3178523_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2443534573200159391</id><published>2009-07-01T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:43:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SktZimKxGSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/LrRiYt0qaCo/s1600-h/Cam-Gigandet-James-twilight-series-773764_250_365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SktZSi_keqI/AAAAAAAAA2E/AYG3kZn6POk/s320/Cam+Gigandet10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470757225921186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAM GIGANDET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2443534573200159391?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2443534573200159391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/cam-gigandet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2443534573200159391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2443534573200159391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/07/cam-gigandet.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SkeXR4NzV-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/We_DuOVUxpk/S220/1_824941583l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/SktZimKxGSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/LrRiYt0qaCo/s72-c/Cam-Gigandet-James-twilight-series-773764_250_365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-8282292417165901754</id><published>2009-06-30T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:15:29.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SkmlHw-aO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0y0r9Zv0qMA/s1600-h/IMG_3335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SkmlHw-aO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0y0r9Zv0qMA/s320/IMG_3335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352991184930880498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colleague A (one of the management pple ) : Liza, can help me check on the printer. It shows and error msg, No paper in Tray 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me : *fake smile* sure! (walking towards the printing room hoping to find a faulty printer or some major complications cos the printer usually detects the papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In printing room, i found that there is no paper in Tray 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study so hard, printer no paper oso dunno ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8282292417165901754?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8282292417165901754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/colleague-one-of-management-pple-liza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8282292417165901754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8282292417165901754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/colleague-one-of-management-pple-liza.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_usnFrjerqJA/SkmlHw-aO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0y0r9Zv0qMA/s72-c/IMG_3335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-3614536045493697536</id><published>2009-06-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:04:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Mission - We believe that we have the truth and we need to convince others that our point-of-view is right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Train - We get on. We get off. We get on again. Sometimes we feel as though we have been thrown off the train we all sit inside. Like we are stuck outside the train by our shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Race - always finding the fastest route, "keeping up with the Jones'."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Battery - Every encounter seems to drain energy. We need the weekends to recharge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Stained-glass window - full of light and colors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Race - always finding the fastest route, "keeping up with the Jones'."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stepping Stones - We barely get comfortable where we are before we are looking for better job or a bigger house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Courtroom - Everything in life should be fair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Classroom - There are always new lessons to learn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Building - Starting with a solid foundation, then adding floors and rooms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Prison - Feeling like we don't have choices, like others have all the power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Mountain Climb - Life consists of hierarchies. We are always climbing the corporate ladder. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;what metaphor would you choose in life.&lt;br /&gt;i like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3614536045493697536?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3614536045493697536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-we-believe-that-we-have-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3614536045493697536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3614536045493697536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/mission-we-believe-that-we-have-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>AINY SUE</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5783983145897113596</id><published>2009-06-28T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:31:45.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiPDtuC5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M0pKh9dXU1k/s1600-h/090627_185646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiPDtuC5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M0pKh9dXU1k/s320/090627_185646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352354692987751314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiPCPXQWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M48rYREABaw/s1600-h/090627_190653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiPCPXQWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M48rYREABaw/s320/090627_190653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352354692591993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiO-g8BrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/blYMmjhAyB0/s1600-h/090627_190327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiO-g8BrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/blYMmjhAyB0/s320/090627_190327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352354691591964338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiOqUK49I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1_rr6cw-JF4/s1600-h/090627_185630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiOqUK49I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1_rr6cw-JF4/s320/090627_185630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352354686169703378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiOToygTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QjWxY9ZSPoA/s1600-h/090627_184107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiOToygTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QjWxY9ZSPoA/s320/090627_184107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352354680082170162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 23RD TO US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you ahmad abdillah despite the shoutings and vulgarities. the scoldings and the sarcasms. haha! and i know you love me too. (: get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5783983145897113596?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5783983145897113596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-23rd-to-us-i-love-you-ahmad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5783983145897113596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5783983145897113596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-23rd-to-us-i-love-you-ahmad.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkdiPDtuC5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M0pKh9dXU1k/s72-c/090627_185646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-3067914872491762227</id><published>2009-06-26T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:42:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>family dinner in about 3 hours time and the rest of the day will be spend at pasir ris park. pretty much excited about it. heh heh heh. thanks a zillion sis! oh wells, celebrating belated father's day later at sakura. believe it or not i made a father's day card for dad. haha. such a sweet daughter he got here. the pit isn't the main thing that i look forward for today its kamal booking out day!! yes i miss him alot. hehehe. i was in the class when i received a message from him. i bet he doesn't know MJ had died! that was the first news i heard early in the morning. and classmates were like talking about him all the way. oh yes speaking of classmates, i left with one more week and finally the course is coming to an end. lol. so many things to look forward for these days. i'm having a great time in school with my deareast kinah and melissa. my goodness, they and their non-stop hit gossipsss. love them much.  okay bye i need to take a shower and get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3067914872491762227?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3067914872491762227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-dinner-in-about-3-hours-time-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3067914872491762227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3067914872491762227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-dinner-in-about-3-hours-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-4744300489025602376</id><published>2009-06-26T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:35:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saying goodbye to the people you love is never easy, of course. i cried myself to sleep yesterday. it felt so real. and all i want to do is just wake up from all these bad dreams.  felt so real, like a stab in my heart. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much departures for a day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! EVERYTHING SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4744300489025602376?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4744300489025602376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye-to-people-you-love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4744300489025602376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4744300489025602376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye-to-people-you-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3135770885332051426</id><published>2009-06-25T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:33:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkL9csmYEeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0C3e98Ef-dE/s1600-h/myart_comics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkL9csmYEeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0C3e98Ef-dE/s320/myart_comics3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351117976719856098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that you actually have to take months or even years to built up trust but once you betrayed it, its gone. within seconds. just like that.  things that i've always fear the most is not getting what i want, changes and people leaving. i've always want what i want, i cried, threw tantrums, roll over the floor just to get what i want when i was little. though i don't roll over the floor anymore, but sometimes cry and threw tantrums now and then, most of the time. i still get what i want. may it be from someone, or may it be from myself. i've always want things to go my way. my point is, what if i started planning for tomorrow and then it doesnt work out. and i have no control over it? what if i plan what's to happen in a year but the same person isn't there anymore. still no control over it? understand? i used to believe that everything will always go my way but now, i don't think so. it's time i face up to reality and give way to people. it's time i give in. i have to let go of my wilfulness. get rid of all the bad system in me and start anew. yes, start anew. nothing will always be the same. as time passes, thing changes, life changes and people change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3135770885332051426?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3135770885332051426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realise-that-you-actually-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3135770885332051426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3135770885332051426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realise-that-you-actually-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/SkL9csmYEeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0C3e98Ef-dE/s72-c/myart_comics3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-2611163182542618137</id><published>2009-06-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:25:24.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when your sparkle evades your soul, i'll be at your side to console. when your standing on the window ledge, i'll talk you back from the edge. i will, i will turn your tide. be your shepard and your guide. when you're lost in the deep and darkest place around, may my words walk you home safe and sound. when you say that i'm no good and you feel like walking, i need to make sure you know that's just the prescription talking. When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side, climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide, i will, i will turn your tide. do all that I can to heal you inside. i'll be the angel on your shoulder. my name is ainy, i'm your social worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you need me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2611163182542618137?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2611163182542618137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-your-sparkle-evades-your-soul-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2611163182542618137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2611163182542618137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-your-sparkle-evades-your-soul-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-1690635627777851487</id><published>2009-06-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:24:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW I FEEL LIKE GIVING A SHOT AT YOUR FACE. PLEASE EH. LAST WARNING. I DON'T KNW IM FEELING ANGRY, SAD OR BLOODY DISAPPOINTED. HAHA. BUT ITS OKAY. AND SUMMORE I FEEL LIKE PUNCHING SOMEONE'S FACE TOO. MUKA TEMBOK. K BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-1690635627777851487?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/1690635627777851487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-i-feel-like-giving-shot-at-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1690635627777851487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/1690635627777851487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-i-feel-like-giving-shot-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5293878543645795070</id><published>2009-06-22T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:42:40.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sj-E8hZaE0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/g3oDmARrXJk/s1600-h/pic-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sj-E8hZaE0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/g3oDmARrXJk/s400/pic-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141057631392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i already did my part, the rest is up to you alright. and please stop bragging cos people won't believe a single word you said. my intention was different. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy-next-door. i miss you, not you but you! someone who used to be there, each and every minute, sparing his time, texting me, accompany me throughout the day. i miss being teased at, i miss joking around with him too and i miss more and more of him, oh dear S.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about my friday. thought of staying at home after school but ended up in hougang with amirin and didi. helped out with their art stuff, slacked and went home kinda early. the day was basically occupied with non-stop laughter. yelah aku kan slalu dipulaukan. haha. inside joke. reached home, the next thing i knew, i fell asleep without taking a shower. i was too tired to even stand on my own feet. i wish i could just drag myself to the toilet but the problem is i can't even open my eyes. zzz. so yes i slept 15 hours that day. freshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i didn't get to feel what its like to party with the cool people at siloso beach. oh, what a waster. instead, my saturday was spend with family at grand's place. i know of all days, saturday with family? i wish that would be the last. please daddy? at night, joined amirin and didi at fareez adnan's place. yet another boring day uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sunday wasn't that lazy afterall, infact, i spend most of my time at compass point with my first and second sis! window shop for baby stuff, had our brunch and met mum to shop for groceries at rivervale plaza! went home, didi text me and forced me to help him with his canvas, as usual being the nice one, i walked down to fareez adnan's place again and i only took an hour to paint the face! power or what sissy! :D helped didi to carry his canvas to hougang cause he rode his bicycle to sengkang. trust me, that would be the last time i tumpang him man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i don't quite like the atmosphere in class cause my urinating problem irriates me alot and distract my attention in class. went to bishan, thought of finishing my project within two hours but the computer gave me a huge headache! it was lagging like hell. and i only managed to finish up to 3 pages? haha. gonna continue after this! went down to RC, slacked slacked slacked and went home! im looking forward for the bbq this friday though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5293878543645795070?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5293878543645795070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-already-did-my-part-rest-is-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5293878543645795070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5293878543645795070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-already-did-my-part-rest-is-up.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwKTJOmpWkQ/Sj-E8hZaE0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/g3oDmARrXJk/s72-c/pic-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-6178959265329810349</id><published>2009-06-22T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:59:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sj7i5TY6KnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/T1jYzW3Pqdw/s1600-h/Rantandrave1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sj7i5TY6KnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/T1jYzW3Pqdw/s320/Rantandrave1785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962881447897714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! the weekends passes by so fast! I love the fact now that the boy is botak! he looks way better without his scruffy long hair! i told him i felt like as if i'm meeting my cyber boyfriend for the first time when i fetched him the other friday. and seriously i was freaking nervous laa! and excited of course.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i fucking love him so much! spent quality time together over the weekends despite the fact that i had to attend a kenduri at grammies and i didn't turn up. haha! first time siol langgar peraturan!&lt;br /&gt;i love you laa ahmad abdillah! to infinity and beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6178959265329810349?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6178959265329810349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-weekends-passes-by-so-fast-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6178959265329810349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6178959265329810349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-weekends-passes-by-so-fast-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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/_5bw0dCG2Sgc/Sj7i5TY6KnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/T1jYzW3Pqdw/s72-c/Rantandrave1785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826568638747948537.post-4675090820750101016</id><published>2009-06-19T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:26:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY! THE DAY I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO SINCE LAST TWO WEEKS! WEEEHOOOOOOOOO! REALLY THANK  GOD ITS FINALLY FRIDAY!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE BOY IN UNIFORM AND ESPECIALLY BOTAK! I MISS HIM SO MUCH LA AND WE'VE BEEN COUNTING THE DAYS FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS AND ITS FINALLY HERE! SEE HOW HAPPY/ELATED/ESTATIC I AM THAT I'M TYPING IN CAPS! OOOHH! I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooos, i'm so much addicted to poker on fb now that huda finally taught me how to play. especially when the AD is not in for these two days. wahh! so easy to play siaa. no need to pretend that i'm so engross in doing my work and keep changing the windows! lol. come anyone, play poker with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4675090820750101016?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4675090820750101016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday-friday-friday-day-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4675090820750101016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4675090820750101016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday-friday-friday-day-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-8300909497186179372</id><published>2009-06-18T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:42:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my password is totally expired. i should change it to something else instead. i want to start anew. i want to lead my life without having to think about somebody. someone i should basically ignore and be care less of. new new new. i just want to get rid of the old, dusty and boring me. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two words to simply describe today. PERFECTLY FINE. it was a last minute planning for picnic. first decision was to skip school since they planned to meet at 10am, being the ainy who knows each and everyone's habit really well , i decided not to skip class and i'm glad i did. cos whyyyyy, my class ended at 1. i received a message from allan at 12:41, saying, "aku skrang bru nak otw gi sk." HAHAHAHA. cantek. assuming the rest of them had already reach pasir ris park, i called them up to ask for the exact venue, so guess what my dear friends were seperated and none was there! it's freaking 1pm and they've yet to meet. hehehe. yes i called them right after my class ended. so trained down to pasir ris. reached, called them again. bugis to pasir ris is usually half an hour journey or so. they should have already reach the place by then right butttttttttttttttttt hor, 3 dudes were still at pasir ris interchange and the rest still waiting at the 403 bus stand. so much hor for 10am. thanks, janji melayu power sak satu satu. it's a good thing also cause i didn't miss out any fun. me love it. settled down under the scorching hot sun and of all things, i forgot to bring my shades! jatoh! haha. it started with food. i controlled my hunger for freaking 6 hours can you believe that. lucky enough allan brought some food along and carl's mum cake was superb man. baqir joined us after so long but it was only a while. accompanied him to downtown east and it was damn far. about 2km walk sak! to and fro, atleast 30 minutes in total. and while i was halfway walking back to the place, i almost fell asleep cos my eyes were damn heavy!! and the weather was killing me too. haiyo. phototaking, face painting, then allan, fatin, me and natazsha played some games requested by fatin. (it was stupid though) while the boys played soccer. followed by charade after and i admit i suck at acting. haha. harold &amp;amp; kumar seriously whats there to act? fuck. -_- they went to have a shower and while waiting for natazsha's dad to fetch, we started the night with ghost stories. pretty lame ones but firhan's was abit scary somehow. cik lut fetched, everyone squeezed in the van, send them off to rc and everybody was perspiring like piggies the moment they get out. HAHA. stuffy but overall, my day was AWESOMELY PORESOME. haha. me love today and allan, me want the pictures!! i will upload it as soon as i get it from mr-wait-for-spring-then-upload. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-8300909497186179372?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/8300909497186179372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-password-is-totally-expired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8300909497186179372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/8300909497186179372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-password-is-totally-expired.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-4875572581295147388</id><published>2009-06-18T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:02:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA! IT'S FINALLY THURSDAY! JUST ONE FREAKING MORE DAY LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, yesterday was a sweet short meet up with zanah love. catching up and gossipings. i love her la. i wouldn't know what to do without her especially when the boy is in camp most of the time. the cough is sucking the life out of me and today of all day, the red period has to come and the cramps are so unbearable. i'm amazed i've yet to be pmsing. hmmm. lets wait and see for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-4875572581295147388?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/4875572581295147388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-its-finally-thursday-just-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4875572581295147388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/4875572581295147388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-its-finally-thursday-just-one.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-912326977642224814</id><published>2009-06-18T11:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:29:27.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like eons since i updated and i feel fat today&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter if some of you still think im thin but thin pple have their fat days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting so far, apart from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;getting to go out of camp almost every single day. We are of cos taking the opportunity to spent Quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot register in my head that he's a instructor, cos he's never the type who shout or raise his voice. But i guess time and environment changes people, and i can see he's trying his best to do what he's supposed to. I just have to make sure that what he does inside stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason im blogging now is bcos im feeling like its Fantastic Friday cos im on leave tomorrow. I have an appointment with SGH for the swell on my leg due to an accident a few years back. Apparently, the swell hasnt subsided and i just feel uneasy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt affect my daily life in anyway but im affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the Friday pple.&lt;br /&gt;I dont miss HB cos i see her everyday,&lt;br /&gt;i miss Nat and abg R.&lt;br /&gt;i told Nat yesterday morning that i miss her more than i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;. Only bcos i see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; almost everyday now.. And i think its fated cos we bumped into each other the same evening.&lt;br /&gt;K actually she ran up to me excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days when love was in camp on Fridays and they will be there just to entertain me, walking around aimlessly and it doesnt matter where.&lt;br /&gt;They are my so annoyingly Scwheeeeetttt cousins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow and the most awaited trip this year early next mth,&lt;br /&gt;till next time~~~&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-912326977642224814?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/912326977642224814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-seems-like-eons-since-i-updated-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/912326977642224814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/912326977642224814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-seems-like-eons-since-i-updated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-416404206051248899</id><published>2009-06-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:22:12.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allan is forever taking his own sweet time. weather today is scorching hot that it almost burns my skin. heading to the swimming complex in a while time and currently im at the library waiting for allan to bloody reach. actual time is to meet at 4. and guess what its already 4:17 to be exact. ridiculous sak. haha. maybe bcos i reached too early. lol. life and style magazine caught my attention. twilight's robert and megan fox's late night dates. wowowow. awesome poresome. k bye. i can fall asleep in the library anytime soon k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-416404206051248899?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/416404206051248899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/allan-is-forever-taking-his-own-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/416404206051248899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/416404206051248899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/allan-is-forever-taking-his-own-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5464369380552083561</id><published>2009-06-16T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:46:45.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fast huh tuesday? aboden ah. eversince kamal was admitted to NS i didn't received numerous phone calls from unknown numbers like how i used to. i miss kamal casablanca cause seriously at this very point of time i desperately need someone like him. ): who else. i was on the phone with izuan awhile ago and talking to him somewhat make me have this feeling of regret. regret in many ways. yes partly i regret answering his phone call too at times. especially when we ended up into a serious conversation. it will always turn out shitty. seriously. everytime i tallk to him, i should always be prepared with tons of unpleasing words and opinions merely coming from him. its very demanding tho. you can never imagine how stern he can be. i had to deal with it and eventually it does bring a great impact and i am pretty much affected with what he got to say. immune, thats what he calls me. sibye. he will be coming back to singapore in a week's time. i heard theres a party at sentosa this coming weekend. anyone up for it? have to go now, heading off to the stadium as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5464369380552083561?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5464369380552083561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-fast-huh-tuesday-aboden-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5464369380552083561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5464369380552083561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-fast-huh-tuesday-aboden-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-6722714733563397793</id><published>2009-06-14T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:34:42.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to update a decent entry for today. im still lazing around my bed. just woke up from sleep. my saturday was basically okay. didn't spend the night at neither town nor cityhall. infact i was at hougang the whole evening. lepakszx on a saturday. there were only 4 of us. one was learning new chords, the other was singing along. two bottles of drinks and packets of tibits just like a movie marathon at the void deck. zzzzz. went off, thought of joining them again but the thoughts of having to travel back to hougang make me feel even more lazier especially when im already at home. besides, i was enthusiastically watching a lot like love on channel 5. a fucking nice movie! the storyline hwever was super sweet! i like la. teheee. okay im hungry, i wanna eat. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: don't bother finding me again already. you know i know. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-6722714733563397793?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/6722714733563397793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-update-decent-entry-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6722714733563397793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/6722714733563397793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-update-decent-entry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3676992050799368041</id><published>2009-06-14T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:04:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss the boy so much and i know i should be glad it's only five days away, but it just feels like 50 days away. i wanna sleep till friday la! this is so damn hard. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooss. i had the most heartiest and satisfying meal ever today(sat) at grammies with just three simple dishes with rice. and it was sumpah finger licking good. i was actually making the 'ermmm', 'aahhh' sounds while and after eating. imagine that! sungguh satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my driving still sucks even after a month. i told the boy that even if the probation is over, i'm still going to be the most suckiest driver. sometimes i wonder how actually i get my license. it's a miracle. even my mom is scared being the passenger to the extend she wears the seatbelt when she's not even sitting at the front!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3676992050799368041?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3676992050799368041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-boy-so-much-and-i-know-i-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3676992050799368041'/><link rel='self' 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abit messed up. seriously guys im sorry. blog is where i could share my feelings and whats been bothering me lately too. i don't mean anything uh. plus, i don't know this blog has alreadt reach the level of popularity. another addition of fuccked up issue just had to blend in at the very wrong time. before i go into details, yesterday's match was okay. they played quite well this time and they missed alot of chances. poland won which is double yayness and the score was satisfying though. s'pore scored one. good game guys. decided not to go for their last match today. thought i could stay away from danger, but then things ended up the same. chaos. i hate it. the truth is i didn't really enjoy myself supporting the match ysterday. yes natazsha you could simply read from the expression of my face. infact, i love you for that. you know me really well. i get so tensed up and i don't know why i was feeling different, specifically in sense of jealousy. the moment i saw him walking into the pitch with his friends. with somebody, someone, that is already a thing to him. i know. i know its totally over between us. i guess its just me. i can't just easily see him move on in a blink of an eye. the fact that i miss him, it makes me want to hate him even more. everyfuckingthing was okay at first. today marks the 11 of june. and the number 11 reminds me of you. i don't love you now and i don't hate you too. i just want to know what are the reasons for the painful treatment i used to get. i know you're reading this. i pray, i wish, i hope and i believe you will positively change being the nice guy that you always claim you are. you are nice, you are just confuse. i wish you all the best. and if you think they mentioned bad things about you, you're wrong. i was the one who desperately wanted to know what was it all about. i swear, they didn't mention those bad words about you. they are your friends. i shouldn't be the one who cut across the line. im sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't really in my best mood today. not until those 3 boys gave me a surprise visit at night. thanks ash, alfee and asrezal. you guys came at the right time. its been ages since wr hanged out at my place. the companion was great. i wasn't really thinking about the matter with them around. so many changes. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3885446789309462551?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3885446789309462551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/stinging-thursday_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3885446789309462551'/><link 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italic;"&gt;'make me smile wide wide'&lt;/span&gt; message from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gd morning dear, i love you alot. .................................................... i'm always there in your heart. love you MY ONLY ONE :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW! I'M HIS ONLY ONE! haha. sorry uh excited. for the past one year ++ going to two this is the first time he typed/said that laa. i woke up smiling wide wide despite dad waking me up! fuuh. tak sia sia dia masuk ns uh. walau, 10 more days left. so long uh! chet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-7151299053645940864?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/7151299053645940864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-boy-soooooo-much-and-its-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7151299053645940864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/7151299053645940864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-boy-soooooo-much-and-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5272585039889612181</id><published>2009-06-09T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:30:48.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisterella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not be close to her,&lt;br /&gt;Our exchange in words may not even last for more than 5 mins when we met,&lt;br /&gt;but her lost kept playing in my mind repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking&lt;br /&gt;How ready are we to meet HIM?&lt;br /&gt;Someone i knew passed away&lt;br /&gt;Someone who none of us would have expected to leave so soon, considering her age.&lt;br /&gt;She was just 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursaidah Binte Sinwan&lt;br /&gt;26 July 09 - 5 June 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semoga Allah mencucuhri rahmat ke atas rohnya dan tempatkannya dalam golongan yang beriman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5272585039889612181?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5272585039889612181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-not-be-close-to-her-our-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5272585039889612181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5272585039889612181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-not-be-close-to-her-our-exchange.html' title=''/><author><name>twisterella</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-2062623979528817034</id><published>2009-06-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:11:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holla. unusual sunday. my sunday was abit different this time. infact, it was rushing. the day strted with kenduri arwah, after that rushed home get changed and hippoelly send me off for the junior worldcup hockey. expected, singapore lose 8-0. holland players were damn fast and they scored 4 each round. haha. super strong and most of them are fucking hot. i didn't exactly concentrate on the match but my eyes are basically scanning for hot boys. theres alot you know! haha k stop. good game singapore! dah popular kau baqir. zzzzzz. good luck fr tmrrow's match against india. went fr dinner at cp. dropped by rc for awhile and went off. was supposed to meet huda but thennn hor, i was chasing the time to get hme before dad finishes his takraw, so tk jadi. sorry to rush you huda! and thanks arep fr the help! owe kau big time aye. alright my eyes are getting heavier. tc people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-2062623979528817034?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/2062623979528817034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/holla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2062623979528817034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/2062623979528817034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/holla.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5584549785451255444</id><published>2009-06-05T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:42:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i lied, i was never ready. it's time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, it was sad when the news broke off, although i was sleeping like a pig. though, i was never really close to her it was still heart-breaking. she suffered for 7 months and now she's rid of the suffering. she was what sugarspun said, she was strong.&lt;br /&gt;dear abg saiful and sugarspun, brace up. it's probably for the good. HE loves her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semoga ALLAH mencucuri rahmatnya. AMIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-5584549785451255444?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/5584549785451255444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-lied-i-was-never-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5584549785451255444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/5584549785451255444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-lied-i-was-never-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>hippoelly</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-3362219414086111734</id><published>2009-06-04T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:02:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY I'M DONE WITH MY PROJECT. (: i took 5 hours to finish up everything. eventhough the deadline's next week but i rather finish it as soon as possible so i don't have to worry much plus no more last minute work already. tehee. as for now i need to prepare a script for the presentation. i didn't go for class today. was on my way to the mrt station when my stomach was giving me a major problem. :/ went back to grand's place then. had a short nap then met up with the usuals. fatin went off early for gym. there were didi, iban, mirin, fareez, mush and alep joined us fews minute before i went off. talked shit, sing-a-song, played games and at the end of it something just went wrong. for me that is. i am super curious right now and only god knows how desperate i am trying to find out what was the main reason for it. damn it. seriously guys, meet up soon and tell me about it man. ahhhhhhh. bummer. why why why? whats your motive boy. randomly bring out our pictures from your wallet and showed it to me. wtf wtf. and it was neatly arranged in a card folder. okay that part touches me, aloooooooooooot, but but, the drastic changes you made when you're with me, i know it wasn't because of me. theres another reason to it. i really want to know. thats what the boys told me but when they're about to tell me, my bus arrived! fuck. mistake mistake! you guys should have tell me earlier. i wanna sleep! take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826568638747948537-3362219414086111734?l=spasticwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/feeds/3362219414086111734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-im-done-with-my-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3362219414086111734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826568638747948537/posts/default/3362219414086111734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticwriters.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-im-done-with-my-project.html' title=''/><author><name>hyperballad</name><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-5826568638747948537.post-5750950955342744259</id><published>2009-06-03T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:10:24.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad this is our second year celebrating your birthday and of course, i hope more birthdays to come in the future years! i love you so much and i hope that you love the day out today. nothing can ever compete with what you've done for me thus far. you're the best. you're my everything, you're my only one. its two days left now and if i have the power to freeze time, i'll freeze it to the time when we're happy together. the moments where we share our joy. so you don't have to go for your enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;i love you ahmad abdillah, i love you so much. always. 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