<?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-13624681</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:21.500-07:00</updated><category term='Riddles on Saturday'/><category term='sweet tooth'/><category term='the urge of running away'/><title type='text'>blackpantyh0se</title><subtitle type='html'>leave mi al0ne</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/'/><link 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blog address cause this address is just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apathyandcomapills.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;apathyandcomapills.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-3556907064438141086?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3556907064438141086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3556907064438141086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3556907064438141086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RgFvmZEeavI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-C-3V_GaWBU/s72-c/grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-4191022806067962760</id><published>2007-03-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:54:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept and was thinking twice whether I'm working or off today because i was the having the urge to continue my ouh-so-wonderful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the same these days at work.  The crowd in Vivo City is decreasing and most of the shop is getting their desperation to no where.  My shop is getting deserted every now and then.  Talking is the only thing to let the time go faster but its getting no use day by day.  Since most of my colleague is talking crap, sometimes, i would probably bug off from the conversation than talking lame stuff pretending its so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina dismiss me at 7pm since time is running to slow.  Decided to wander around at Vivo for a while.  Text Mas and she just finish watching her movie.  She gonna watch another movie later till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uncle mahally is going to Paris later at night.  i wanna follow and spent two weeks there and forget about the world.  I would just simple drag mas along. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRCnXaLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oKGoJj8CXf8/s1600-h/P1060355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRCnXaLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oKGoJj8CXf8/s320/P1060355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043630553670576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRSnXaMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/COK5RHqr2cU/s1600-h/P1060388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRSnXaMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/COK5RHqr2cU/s320/P1060388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043630557965543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRinXaNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VtNwtJTevYs/s1600-h/P1060393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRinXaNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VtNwtJTevYs/s320/P1060393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043630562260510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRynXaOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rY8H9-3EABM/s1600-h/P1060379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRynXaOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rY8H9-3EABM/s320/P1060379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043630566555478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that fuckhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-4191022806067962760?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/4191022806067962760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=4191022806067962760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/4191022806067962760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/4191022806067962760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/overslept-and-was-thinking-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rf6TRCnXaLI/AAAAAAAAAh0/oKGoJj8CXf8/s72-c/P1060355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8026742941721841750</id><published>2007-03-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:38:57.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woken up by the ringing of my handphone alarm.  I let myself to sleep and drag it till 30 minutes had past.  Time to went out of the house was just not part of my plan because its just involve me and workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my favourite colleagues were working today just that one of them could just be better off because it could be the sick in the ass thingy.  I just don't understand her sometimes.  She would be nice to me when she have nothing better to talk to or something but when she have someone to accompany to talk craps, she just trying to become the goddess of all toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When a regular customer came (which is a total snob herself) enter the shop with her complete blue eyeshadow, none of us really bother about her.  Suzie would always entertain her and stuff but since Suzie is not even present today, no one even tries to serve her.  I want to serve her but everytime i smiled or greeted her or something, she would be..you know.  So this time around, i decided to smile and pretend i never seen her before.  Vicky serve her but Vicky cant even be bothered about her. Vicky was dragging her legs and having lazy eyes serving her.  Cute girl girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform Vicky about the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regular customer&lt;/span&gt;' and Vicky was like, "I know.  But i always see her come in the shop but never buy anything.  Try all the clothes only".  I dont know but i know her voice could be heard in the fitting room :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina serve '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the regular customer&lt;/span&gt;' like she is the goddess of all customers.  Giving her the Colgate smile and giving her the best courtesy she could possibly give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the goddess of all toads would be talking with my preety Katrina and if she saw me talking with Kala and Vicky, she would just come to me and would want e to push the sales.  Said it twice and i would be like "yaaa" and Kala would saw my behind-the-back face.  Kala would say, "i knowww".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have been thinking lately whether to quit the job or not.  Jennyfer once say this to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennyfer: You work 5 months already ah&lt;br /&gt;me: i guess so. Maybe i wanna quit at the end of april&lt;br /&gt;Jennyfer:  Quit? Everybody is quiting. even vicky.  You consider good already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.  i just rate myself as the geek retailer and the geek who can't wait to quit, some sort.  I'm just not too sure about working and schooling in the same time.  I know when i was schooling and working in the same time, i have sick for two times and faint. Being too tired and being cock up with mock exams and having NAPFA was a torture.  Dance practice was a different thing.  Having muscle cramps.  So exhausted everytime I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, mas, i pity you alot than myself.  Being force to do something which consider you to put your whole life in it, thinking about the decision in a short period of time is a hard task.  I know when it comes from my mum and grandma making a discussion, it may just lead to a worst part of the story.  I would try hard to psycho my mum though. i guess?&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/13624681-8026742941721841750?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8026742941721841750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8026742941721841750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8026742941721841750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8026742941721841750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/woken-up-by-ringing-of-my-handphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-6644330203947540581</id><published>2007-03-18T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:54:36.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to wake up at 2pm after irritated by the sound of my sister's online game.  She have glued her eyes to the monitor screen since 10 in the morning.  I force her to made an eyes exercise to avoid wearing glasses like her dorky sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry was done and mum came up walking from her room and saying grandma's brother from Borneo will come over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they came. Hugs and Kisses were given as exchange gifts from each other.  Picture were taken to kept as memories and for flash back.  Food and drinks were serve.  I'm not really good in entertaining guest when they come to my house, especially like family members or distant relatives.  Well, I'm just never good at this. So i conquer myself in my room being online and blasting the music loud to my ears.  Sister bugging me about my branded babies everytime.  Its too irritating that i decided to entertain my branded babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to grandpa and her wife and tell them about whats going on with my life and stuff but i think i just cant proper Malay.  And if i could talk a proper Malay, i will be talking a perfect Bahasa Melayu.  They spoke Borneo all the way with mum.  Calling my mum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt; everytime they want to acknowledge her.  I know my mum just dislike people calling her that.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nenek&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean grandma in Borneo.  It means...err..i don't know how to explain it but go find yourself at some Borneo dictionary, please.&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/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5SnXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/li3aqJgTqu8/s1600-h/P1060292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5SnXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/li3aqJgTqu8/s320/P1060292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945149904578498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5inXZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/jc5-DhCjvAM/s1600-h/P1060294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5inXZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/jc5-DhCjvAM/s320/P1060294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945154199545810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5ynXZ-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/NROhXUiZemg/s1600-h/P1060293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5ynXZ-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/NROhXUiZemg/s320/P1060293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945158494513122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj6CnXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/7BYJ4THfNwI/s1600-h/P1060283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj6CnXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/7BYJ4THfNwI/s320/P1060283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945162789480434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj6SnXaAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4vC_9Bkn2Ek/s1600-h/P1060282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj6SnXaAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/4vC_9Bkn2Ek/s320/P1060282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042945167084447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a moment, they had to go.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datok's&lt;/span&gt; wife cried as there is just too little time to spent with us.  I hug and kiss her and told her I'm gonna miss her and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salam&lt;/span&gt; both of them and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sala&lt;/span&gt;m my beloved grandma too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datok left us this water in the bottle which he read some prayer.  Mum says that when he pray in the mosque at Borneo, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cahaya&lt;/span&gt; would fall on him.  He inspired be to be a better person =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get ready after that and met with melly, husaini, syafiq and syauqi.  Went Pennisula and then to Clarke Quay.  That bungee thingy,  I thought it would be faster though.  I think Sunway Lagoon's Bungee thingy would be faster after seeing it across the Sunway Lagoon premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfwlYCnXaBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WcB707UKbJM/s1600-h/P1060297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfwlYCnXaBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WcB707UKbJM/s320/P1060297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042946777697183762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfwlYSnXaCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3wOMxPyQwSY/s1600-h/P1060304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfwlYSnXaCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3wOMxPyQwSY/s320/P1060304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042946781992151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-decided-to-wake-up-at-2pm-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfwj5SnXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/li3aqJgTqu8/s72-c/P1060292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5017552218608949982</id><published>2007-03-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:54:37.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice Skating was the plan to made up my sister's March Holiday much fulfilling.  Drag Mas too so that she could re-charge the childhood memories which she had with Uncle Mahally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hate seeing people being bored on their holidays example, my sister.  I seriously pity her.  Having parents busy 24/7 is not a good thing. A brother who mine his own business and a sister been working and going out always, what do you expect your holiday to be? of course, she will be looking forward to rot at home every single time on her holidays.  So, a decision came and i decide my Thursday with her since im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0HSnXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap3zJD8aF1E/s1600-h/ice+skating+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0HSnXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap3zJD8aF1E/s320/ice+skating+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042188926422837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0HinXZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uhR5-X2HMQ8/s1600-h/ice+skating+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0HinXZ2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uhR5-X2HMQ8/s320/ice+skating+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042188930717804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0NCnXZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Uo1jp93q66I/s1600-h/ice+skating+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0NCnXZ3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Uo1jp93q66I/s320/ice+skating+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042189025207084914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went Causeway Point after that and bought my Ding and Dong and their little branded babies their bedding.  Went home and had to clean all those cages.  My little Prada, Louis Vuiton, Dior, Gucci, Mont Blanc, Armani Exchange had become such an adorable hamsters.  Being small and branded but poop too much i suppose.  I had let them being an independent branded hamster since i have seperate the six of them with their mommy.  They had to spoon feed themselves from now onward.  Ding is living with her beloved husband, Dong.  Their social life is getting better.  No scratching of each others face and all.  Instead, they are running in their cute treadmill wheels and challenging each other to be fat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work tomorrow and all my colleague is trying their best to drag me over to Newton Circus food court (i guessed that's the place called or some sort).  The thing is guys, im definetly qualified myself broke at the moment so its maybe a no :p&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/13624681-5017552218608949982?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5017552218608949982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5017552218608949982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5017552218608949982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5017552218608949982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/ice-skating-was-plan-to-made-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfl0HSnXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ap3zJD8aF1E/s72-c/ice+skating+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-6487795898267801097</id><published>2007-03-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nce upon a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there live two little girl name Little Nora and Little Mai. They were good friends. They've known each other since their primary school days.  One day, Little Nora asked Little Mai out to a vacation to somewhere out of the fairytale kingdom.   So that day came and they went with Little Nora's parents and a bunch of strangers from other parts of the fairytale land.   All of them were going to the same way which is Kuala Lumper -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbECnXZxI/AAAAAAAAAek/klyVbD1evgk/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbECnXZxI/AAAAAAAAAek/klyVbD1evgk/s320/MALAYSIA+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041598432844146450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbESnXZyI/AAAAAAAAAes/0VNhg8zKheM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbESnXZyI/AAAAAAAAAes/0VNhg8zKheM/s320/MALAYSIA+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041598437139113762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbEinXZzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/vFsBM1oa8es/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbEinXZzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/vFsBM1oa8es/s320/MALAYSIA+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041598441434081074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbEynXZ0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/K5ZlOugBzOE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbEynXZ0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/K5ZlOugBzOE/s320/MALAYSIA+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041598445729048386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were traveling with all different kinds of fairytale creatures.  Minahs, Makcik and toddlers. There they went, on their way to KL.   Their coach is Pak yey.  He say the things which is unnecessary for the trip and it makes Little Nora and Little Mai feel sleepy.  But then, after a moment, the fairytale creatures were supposed to have their late night dinner before continuing their 5 hour journey to KL.  Little Mai was waiting for this moment as she is very hungry. VERY hungry but as for Little Nora, (im not sure). haaa. back to the story. ehem.  Then, the both Littlies, ate Mee Soto.  Then, went to the awful scary toilet with alot of spider web on it and after those moments, they went to buy themselves some snacks.  Little Nora bought orange mint mentos and Little Mai bought a bag of nachos.  Both of them went back to the bus and snuggle themselve and sleep and ate and sleep.  (As for me, i just cant stop eating everytime i open my eyes! back back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to alight from the bus for Subuh.  The fairytale creatures were to alight at Masjid Putera (if im not wrong lah).  Even though Little Mai and Little Nora have been to the mosque last 2 years ago, they were still amazed of how beautiful the mosque is.  Since they were not dressed appropriate to go inside a mosque, they have to be &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; riding hood.They went to take their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wuduh&lt;/span&gt; and went to pray.  The place was surround with peace and quiet.  It was wonderful to be there.  It was quiet that you can revise your O level there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaQSnXZsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iy70VOCfWtw/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaQSnXZsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iy70VOCfWtw/s320/MALAYSIA+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041597543785916098" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaQinXZtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KWDWSLL3Wck/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaQinXZtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KWDWSLL3Wck/s320/MALAYSIA+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041597548080883410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRCnXZuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bEMaBI8VvAE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRCnXZuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bEMaBI8VvAE/s320/MALAYSIA+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041597556670818018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRSnXZvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7v1wLDRSL9Q/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRSnXZvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7v1wLDRSL9Q/s320/MALAYSIA+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041597560965785330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRSnXZwI/AAAAAAAAAec/_ckyd6BHAwQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdaRSnXZwI/AAAAAAAAAec/_ckyd6BHAwQ/s320/MALAYSIA+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041597560965785346" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZginXZoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ul-ZEXDKONQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZginXZoI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ul-ZEXDKONQ/s320/MALAYSIA+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041596723447162498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZgynXZpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ckYh5XriXyg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZgynXZpI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ckYh5XriXyg/s320/MALAYSIA+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041596727742129810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZhCnXZqI/AAAAAAAAAds/-tZMvwV0YnU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdZhCnXZqI/AAAAAAAAAds/-tZMvwV0YnU/s320/MALAYSIA+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041596732037097122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYRinXZiI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DI5hNbpX2Ms/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYRinXZiI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DI5hNbpX2Ms/s320/MALAYSIA+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041595366237496866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYRynXZjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bW4tzNKBWdg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYRynXZjI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bW4tzNKBWdg/s320/MALAYSIA+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041595370532464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYTynXZkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dcyBoszWqNs/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYTynXZkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dcyBoszWqNs/s320/MALAYSIA+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041595404892202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYUCnXZlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Dj7TUd5qEE4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYUCnXZlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Dj7TUd5qEE4/s320/MALAYSIA+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041595409187169874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYUSnXZmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4XjqvCcYh8o/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdYUSnXZmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4XjqvCcYh8o/s320/MALAYSIA+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041595413482137186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdSnXZdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RHSD3WeE0vo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdSnXZdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/RHSD3WeE0vo/s320/MALAYSIA+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041594468589331922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdinXZeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/MPZrV8s0HjI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdinXZeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/MPZrV8s0HjI/s320/MALAYSIA+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041594472884299234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to board the bus.  Little Mai was asleep; to sleepy to be alive that moment. And by the time she woke up, all of them were already at the very lower side of cameron highland.  So they were near.  They all alight the bus to have their breakfast.  The feeling of the cold wind on them was amazing. It was wonderful.  It seems like the place is air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alight the bus and Pak yey asked the whole fairytale creature this, "Who wants to fly?"  All the fairytale creatures put up their hand, excited to be in the air. Pak yey brought us to the machine which called, "The Skyway".  So all of us were flying. Higher and Higher.  They saw alot of trees and fakes creatures hanging around he mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdynXZfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vMVwZVEfsEQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXdynXZfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vMVwZVEfsEQ/s320/MALAYSIA+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041594477179266546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXeCnXZgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CqfemdfxwC8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXeCnXZgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CqfemdfxwC8/s320/MALAYSIA+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041594481474233858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXeSnXZhI/AAAAAAAAAck/vSZZvNZdg2Q/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdXeSnXZhI/AAAAAAAAAck/vSZZvNZdg2Q/s320/MALAYSIA+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041594485769201170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhginXZZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UvUXnFs3ftg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhginXZZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UvUXnFs3ftg/s320/MALAYSIA+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041464782051829138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhhSnXZaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VsrbrEM3EZQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhhSnXZaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VsrbrEM3EZQ/s320/MALAYSIA+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041464794936731042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhhinXZbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oxdAtnuE380/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhhinXZbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oxdAtnuE380/s320/MALAYSIA+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041464799231698354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they reached GENTING HIGHLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhiCnXZcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hHJAZMtV8bM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbhiCnXZcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hHJAZMtV8bM/s320/MALAYSIA+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041464807821632962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3SnXZTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NXBqk0cV1H8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3SnXZTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NXBqk0cV1H8/s320/MALAYSIA+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462973870597426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were brought to Genting by Alfee not Pak yey. (Alfee is this singapore young coach for us).  Alfee is our leader.  He and another 2 boys and a girl. They were the Goldilocks and the Three Bears.  They guide us dumb founded fairytale creatures to genting and showed us where to meet before letting us go and being hooligans around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Little Nora and Little Mai went to buy the ticket to Outdoor theme park. Indoor theme park was boring. Outdoor was much thrilling.  Then, two fairytale creature came and decided we go and have some fun together.  Their name is Mira and Darian.  Both of them are siblings.  Darian is such a very good tom sawyer boy.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3inXZUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vsAiq90trOc/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3inXZUI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vsAiq90trOc/s320/MALAYSIA+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462978165564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3ynXZVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1_d_11gyFWU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf3ynXZVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1_d_11gyFWU/s320/MALAYSIA+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462982460532050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf4CnXZWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6gpiAIObBEY/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf4CnXZWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6gpiAIObBEY/s320/MALAYSIA+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462986755499362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf4CnXZXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cadpJSRZQ8g/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rfbf4CnXZXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/cadpJSRZQ8g/s320/MALAYSIA+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462986755499378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quening for prirate ghost train which is preety stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfGinXZOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dSqBnfNtPNw/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfGinXZOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dSqBnfNtPNw/s320/MALAYSIA+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462136351974626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfGynXZPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1zg77iAkWAE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfGynXZPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1zg77iAkWAE/s320/MALAYSIA+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462140646941938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the ghost train. it was boring that i and Little Nora decided to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHCnXZQI/AAAAAAAAAac/FKdaf_N_Ols/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHCnXZQI/AAAAAAAAAac/FKdaf_N_Ols/s320/MALAYSIA+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462144941909250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHSnXZRI/AAAAAAAAAak/I2SqiHHu7AM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHSnXZRI/AAAAAAAAAak/I2SqiHHu7AM/s320/MALAYSIA+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462149236876562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHinXZSI/AAAAAAAAAas/4HypSsWmDhQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbfHinXZSI/AAAAAAAAAas/4HypSsWmDhQ/s320/MALAYSIA+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041462153531843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLCnXZJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hHvBt0UubLs/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLCnXZJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hHvBt0UubLs/s320/MALAYSIA+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041461114149758098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bloody cheeky mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLSnXZKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UrljXhfB1vw/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLSnXZKI/AAAAAAAAAZs/UrljXhfB1vw/s320/MALAYSIA+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041461118444725410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least this monkey is better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLSnXZLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/o5KkczDYans/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLSnXZLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/o5KkczDYans/s320/MALAYSIA+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041461118444725426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our favourite boy &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLinXZMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KXU4sr5bN2k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLinXZMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KXU4sr5bN2k/s320/MALAYSIA+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041461122739692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLynXZNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lK_ZJvhkN_Q/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbeLynXZNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lK_ZJvhkN_Q/s320/MALAYSIA+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041461127034660050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdICnXZEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/T1upW7W_Z7E/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdICnXZEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/T1upW7W_Z7E/s320/MALAYSIA+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041459963098522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdIinXZFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IAbSguNi5PA/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdIinXZFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IAbSguNi5PA/s320/MALAYSIA+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041459971688457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Nora and Little Mai can't wait lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdIynXZGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4KAEWsY9aw0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdIynXZGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4KAEWsY9aw0/s320/MALAYSIA+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041459975983424610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdJCnXZHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xkUmtJxgiz4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdJCnXZHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xkUmtJxgiz4/s320/MALAYSIA+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041459980278391922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdJCnXZII/AAAAAAAAAZc/TzDW3Bb5-D8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbdJCnXZII/AAAAAAAAAZc/TzDW3Bb5-D8/s320/MALAYSIA+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041459980278391938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST OIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcBynXY_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9Kv0eAjELz4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcBynXY_I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9Kv0eAjELz4/s320/MALAYSIA+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041458756212712434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCSnXZAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CzPC3zl-5hk/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCSnXZAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CzPC3zl-5hk/s320/MALAYSIA+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041458764802647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCSnXZBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Tr1CWYXfBLg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCSnXZBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Tr1CWYXfBLg/s320/MALAYSIA+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041458764802647058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCinXZCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PZqDX0QB-Os/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCinXZCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/PZqDX0QB-Os/s320/MALAYSIA+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041458769097614370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCynXZDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GdS3QLw4wUc/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbcCynXZDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GdS3QLw4wUc/s320/MALAYSIA+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041458773392581682" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBSnXY6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/G9csLygqznQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBSnXY6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/G9csLygqznQ/s320/MALAYSIA+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457648111149986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, i ride that last year. yourll should tried it. its a fear you can't sweat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBinXY7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/u9xArihH08A/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBinXY7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/u9xArihH08A/s320/MALAYSIA+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457652406117298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBynXY8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/p_dFlmM_TVQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbBynXY8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/p_dFlmM_TVQ/s320/MALAYSIA+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457656701084610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbCCnXY9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/wscsLZkJLLQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbCCnXY9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/wscsLZkJLLQ/s320/MALAYSIA+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457660996051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbCSnXY-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ttoxx9kjUec/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbbCSnXY-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ttoxx9kjUec/s320/MALAYSIA+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457665291019234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaIynXY1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/U2XqfGFbo_E/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaIynXY1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/U2XqfGFbo_E/s320/MALAYSIA+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456677448541010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJCnXY2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/_A9byHtZ_ns/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJCnXY2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/_A9byHtZ_ns/s320/MALAYSIA+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456681743508322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJCnXY3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LMfKQbh75Xo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJCnXY3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/LMfKQbh75Xo/s320/MALAYSIA+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456681743508338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJSnXY4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2oXGyeWOpe0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJSnXY4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2oXGyeWOpe0/s320/MALAYSIA+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456686038475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJinXY5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/uI5yqvnQCpo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbaJinXY5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/uI5yqvnQCpo/s320/MALAYSIA+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456690333442962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3SnXYwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yKxgyBtslYs/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3SnXYwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yKxgyBtslYs/s320/MALAYSIA+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041455277289202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3inXYxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G794uWzHXU4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3inXYxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G794uWzHXU4/s320/MALAYSIA+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041455281584169746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3ynXYyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jyJ07D_RNv0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY3ynXYyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jyJ07D_RNv0/s320/MALAYSIA+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041455285879137058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY4CnXYzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Q7mBOKoXYvo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY4CnXYzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Q7mBOKoXYvo/s320/MALAYSIA+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041455290174104370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY4SnXY0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ixGfv1bzZ5A/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbY4SnXY0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/ixGfv1bzZ5A/s320/MALAYSIA+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041455294469071682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun had to ends at 3pm to board out bus. =(&lt;br /&gt;But goodness us, Little Nora and Little Mai still have their candy floss to survive the whole trip =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0SnXYrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/i5ZMMcSXCA8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0SnXYrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/i5ZMMcSXCA8/s320/MALAYSIA+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041454126237967026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i went to sleep and by the time i woke up, our bus parking its way to the hotel porch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Brisdale is our hotel.  i kept asking Little Nora about the hotel condition. good or bad? preety room? nice food?  She says, "not bad lah. not bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0inXYsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VCvz_v0HouM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0inXYsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VCvz_v0HouM/s320/MALAYSIA+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041454130532934338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penat noraaa. and ouh, see that paper bag. that potato chip bag? we got it for free from a stranger. it was full of bag of potato chip.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ape lagi, ambik ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0ynXYtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LXlOx322MOc/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX0ynXYtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LXlOx322MOc/s320/MALAYSIA+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041454134827901650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX1CnXYuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2Tv4QOGCMow/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX1CnXYuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2Tv4QOGCMow/s320/MALAYSIA+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041454139122868962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see my high sock. see see! i was bored lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX1SnXYvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XpuNweff5MU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbX1SnXYvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XpuNweff5MU/s320/MALAYSIA+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041454143417836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXESnXYmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lo-JH032530/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXESnXYmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lo-JH032530/s320/MALAYSIA+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453301604246114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our window view. it was a bigger view but too bad, little mai's cam dont have a wider lens =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Nora and Little Mai sadly, had to wake up at 6am by a morning call from the reception. We listen to the azan where there is a mosque in front of our hotel room. We quiet taking our sweet time though but we were preety early for our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXEinXYnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/62jtNpFWcD8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXEinXYnI/AAAAAAAAAVU/62jtNpFWcD8/s320/MALAYSIA+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453305899213426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that first door to your left is our rooooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXEynXYoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M1_HrBA04CE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXEynXYoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M1_HrBA04CE/s320/MALAYSIA+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453310194180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXFCnXYpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yZk67ppbHaE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXFCnXYpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yZk67ppbHaE/s320/MALAYSIA+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453314489148050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the bus. sleeppppppppyyyyyyyyy. VERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXFSnXYqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BIPqpkUkCJo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbXFSnXYqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BIPqpkUkCJo/s320/MALAYSIA+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041453318784115362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the bus to sunway lagoooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak yey decided to drop us at KLCC to have a photo session for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVxinXYhI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0v3dw8-Xrcg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVxinXYhI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0v3dw8-Xrcg/s320/MALAYSIA+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041451879970071058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVxynXYiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9R4aqzbC-VU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVxynXYiI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9R4aqzbC-VU/s320/MALAYSIA+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041451884265038370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVyCnXYjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qozEE6ebmHE/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVyCnXYjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qozEE6ebmHE/s320/MALAYSIA+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041451888560005682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVyCnXYkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/B5dPyMz6b6s/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVyCnXYkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/B5dPyMz6b6s/s320/MALAYSIA+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041451888560005698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVySnXYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-nScJxlgc4k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbVySnXYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-nScJxlgc4k/s320/MALAYSIA+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041451892854973010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU0SnXYcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SMrpzsjYPaY/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU0SnXYcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SMrpzsjYPaY/s320/MALAYSIA+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041450827703083458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU0ynXYdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hshIuD9TZ8c/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU0ynXYdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hshIuD9TZ8c/s320/MALAYSIA+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041450836293018066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1CnXYeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aiwYOXc5Zz0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1CnXYeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aiwYOXc5Zz0/s320/MALAYSIA+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041450840587985378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairytale creatures were so excited to jump in to the pools and ride all the thrilling rides in the Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1SnXYfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aQkZf7j98Js/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1SnXYfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/aQkZf7j98Js/s320/MALAYSIA+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041450844882952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNWAY LAGOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1inXYgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Sr3lOyh6mYY/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbU1inXYgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Sr3lOyh6mYY/s320/MALAYSIA+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041450849177920002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbS_ynXYXI/AAAAAAAAATU/E8TXav5LWzg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbS_ynXYXI/AAAAAAAAATU/E8TXav5LWzg/s320/MALAYSIA+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041448826248323442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTACnXYYI/AAAAAAAAATc/9nUPH-TPZns/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTACnXYYI/AAAAAAAAATc/9nUPH-TPZns/s320/MALAYSIA+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041448830543290754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTASnXYZI/AAAAAAAAATk/XlAs_EcKGUA/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTASnXYZI/AAAAAAAAATk/XlAs_EcKGUA/s320/MALAYSIA+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041448834838258066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTAinXYaI/AAAAAAAAATs/9hmaQEzpWxg/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTAinXYaI/AAAAAAAAATs/9hmaQEzpWxg/s320/MALAYSIA+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041448839133225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTAynXYbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oky3wkNdVx4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbTAynXYbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oky3wkNdVx4/s320/MALAYSIA+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041448843428192690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3CnXYSI/AAAAAAAAASs/mbgoJ5geT80/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3CnXYSI/AAAAAAAAASs/mbgoJ5geT80/s320/MALAYSIA+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041446476901212450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3SnXYTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LC0k30fDkoY/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3SnXYTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LC0k30fDkoY/s320/MALAYSIA+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041446481196179762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3inXYUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V2CDvQzOk7c/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3inXYUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V2CDvQzOk7c/s320/MALAYSIA+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041446485491147074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3ynXYVI/AAAAAAAAATE/PuRnmlKW4Ws/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfbQ3ynXYVI/AAAAAAAAATE/PuRnmlKW4Ws/s320/MALAYSIA+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041446489786114386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those rides, Little Mai and Little Nora gotten themselves sunburn. So do Mira and Darian.  Though, we took alot of rides.  Darian, Little Nora and Little Mai took a ride whereby we have to lie on our chest and slide down on this very high slide. We felt like Superman! We took 4 to 5 times.  Little Nora and Little Mai took the U shape slide. It was thrilling fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, Little Nora's parent and Mira's parent decided to go to Petalling street and we came across a Public toilet which is along the road which is beside a police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8NynXYNI/AAAAAAAAASE/_Bs2pZf-0gI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8NynXYNI/AAAAAAAAASE/_Bs2pZf-0gI/s320/MALAYSIA+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071934278164690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OCnXYOI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ih7SVLCK5MU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OCnXYOI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ih7SVLCK5MU/s320/MALAYSIA+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071938573132002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OSnXYPI/AAAAAAAAASU/0kNaHHC7GDA/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OSnXYPI/AAAAAAAAASU/0kNaHHC7GDA/s320/MALAYSIA+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071942868099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OinXYQI/AAAAAAAAASc/Lm-2Q02lAZk/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OinXYQI/AAAAAAAAASc/Lm-2Q02lAZk/s320/MALAYSIA+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071947163066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet were the cleaness public toilet that Little Mai have seen so far.  It was conditioned and comfortable. Its like a lift whereby you went out, you could transformed into a superman.  All for 20 cents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OynXYRI/AAAAAAAAASk/CMTwiyfDU8k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV8OynXYRI/AAAAAAAAASk/CMTwiyfDU8k/s320/MALAYSIA+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071951458033938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh, that man. posing posing. though, he drew nice fairytale creatures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Petalling Street and alot of them sell fake leather without license that there is a walkie talkie in every shop.  And at a moment, they all suddenly start packing up fast and panic.  Little Nora and Little Mai was guarantee themselves that its surely that the Fairytales Police is coming preety soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After petalling street, Went to Masjid India. Shop here and there and bought themselves a watermelon juice and an orange juice.  Brought it to the hotel and snuggle themselves up till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bCnXYII/AAAAAAAAARc/lQmf8TRr9ZI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bCnXYII/AAAAAAAAARc/lQmf8TRr9ZI/s320/MALAYSIA+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071062399803522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bSnXYJI/AAAAAAAAARk/qD7lrVEgfv0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bSnXYJI/AAAAAAAAARk/qD7lrVEgfv0/s320/MALAYSIA+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071066694770834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bSnXYKI/AAAAAAAAARs/_ioYl98QR_o/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bSnXYKI/AAAAAAAAARs/_ioYl98QR_o/s320/MALAYSIA+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071066694770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7binXYLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3xmg6u6Db68/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7binXYLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3xmg6u6Db68/s320/MALAYSIA+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071070989738162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bynXYMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Dsmi-wts4Q/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV7bynXYMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Dsmi-wts4Q/s320/MALAYSIA+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071075284705474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this patrick at sungei wang. BARGAIN BARGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6ginXYEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KN7mnQrxhNI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6ginXYEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KN7mnQrxhNI/s320/MALAYSIA+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041070057377456194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6ginXYFI/AAAAAAAAARE/F5TU8R2Za0s/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6ginXYFI/AAAAAAAAARE/F5TU8R2Za0s/s320/MALAYSIA+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041070057377456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and Little Mai hurried to bath because she thought they both gonna be late but until she went out of bath, Little Nora says, "Its only 630am".  Get ready and had breakfast at the 17th floor and look at the wonderful KLCC. Little Nora and Little Mai had an oily Kway Teow. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to check out our hotel room and get up the flying bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6gynXYGI/AAAAAAAAARM/EFkeg26tNAU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6gynXYGI/AAAAAAAAARM/EFkeg26tNAU/s320/MALAYSIA+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041070061672423522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6hCnXYHI/AAAAAAAAARU/RCpi97Tivxk/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV6hCnXYHI/AAAAAAAAARU/RCpi97Tivxk/s320/MALAYSIA+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041070065967390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy food buy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OCnXX-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/JRIKrHVKt7A/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OCnXX-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/JRIKrHVKt7A/s320/MALAYSIA+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041068640038248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OSnXX_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aSrEE0ZyBaM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OSnXX_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aSrEE0ZyBaM/s320/MALAYSIA+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041068644333215730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boy, daniel, is everyone's favourite.  his too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OinXYAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1MtfIjiSr7Q/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5OinXYAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1MtfIjiSr7Q/s320/MALAYSIA+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041068648628183042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love us! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minah alert ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5PCnXYCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/deWs6yEcZtA/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV5PCnXYCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/deWs6yEcZtA/s320/MALAYSIA+199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041068657218117666" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3ginXX5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/dfRnqgY7txU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3ginXX5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/dfRnqgY7txU/s320/MALAYSIA+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066758842572690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Chocolate Boutique. Been there twice but still, Little Mai and Little Nora kept begging Mr Wonka for more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3gynXX6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qPwMM6rBmYo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3gynXX6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qPwMM6rBmYo/s320/MALAYSIA+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066763137540002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hCnXX7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ee-llLKgwVQ/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hCnXX7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ee-llLKgwVQ/s320/MALAYSIA+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066767432507314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cocoa tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the fairylate creatures were on their way to Nilai 3 at Negeri Sembilan.  The place was quite deserted in some way. It was preety preety hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hSnXX8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/hEFqx-tjaQ0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hSnXX8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/hEFqx-tjaQ0/s320/MALAYSIA+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066771727474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hinXX9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4WxnNR-7ehY/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV3hinXX9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4WxnNR-7ehY/s320/MALAYSIA+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041066776022441938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SSnXX0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NNUrcs1PMBU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SSnXX0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NNUrcs1PMBU/s320/MALAYSIA+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041065414517808962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SSnXX1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/52wBVlWK8nI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SSnXX1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/52wBVlWK8nI/s320/MALAYSIA+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041065414517808978" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SinXX2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PbGore_hl-Y/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SinXX2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PbGore_hl-Y/s320/MALAYSIA+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041065418812776290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This this is a hand dryer. Little Mai is verrryyy amazed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SynXX3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/0lR0rra16b4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2SynXX3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/0lR0rra16b4/s320/MALAYSIA+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041065423107743602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2TCnXX4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0klTvKCebU4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV2TCnXX4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0klTvKCebU4/s320/MALAYSIA+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041065427402710914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0tynXXvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/C-iLiHefzWk/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0tynXXvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/C-iLiHefzWk/s320/MALAYSIA+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063687940955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0tynXXwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/37jR7LhdPHU/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0tynXXwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/37jR7LhdPHU/s320/MALAYSIA+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063687940955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uCnXXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3TGCQFrlZGo/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uCnXXxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3TGCQFrlZGo/s320/MALAYSIA+223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063692235923218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uSnXXyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/M0aB7yikDfw/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uSnXXyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/M0aB7yikDfw/s320/MALAYSIA+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063696530890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uinXXzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9swX7O4xVu0/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfV0uinXXzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9swX7O4xVu0/s320/MALAYSIA+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041063700825857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyIinXXqI/AAAAAAAAANs/aMafhQnKtI4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyIinXXqI/AAAAAAAAANs/aMafhQnKtI4/s320/MALAYSIA+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041060848967573154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cute kid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyIynXXrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6HIcEOk-Vgs/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyIynXXrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6HIcEOk-Vgs/s320/MALAYSIA+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041060853262540466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJSnXXsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QbLE7_X7Lv4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJSnXXsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QbLE7_X7Lv4/s320/MALAYSIA+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041060861852475074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJinXXtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ETmQN1PTs2k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJinXXtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ETmQN1PTs2k/s320/MALAYSIA+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041060866147442386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on our way to some keropok place which is our last destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJinXXuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/faJg4vET23k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVyJinXXuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/faJg4vET23k/s320/MALAYSIA+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041060866147442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfSnXXlI/AAAAAAAAANE/Sj2QcJb2CN4/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfSnXXlI/AAAAAAAAANE/Sj2QcJb2CN4/s320/MALAYSIA+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059040786341458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy buy keropoks and we had our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfinXXmI/AAAAAAAAANM/MvKohhJsm0k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfinXXmI/AAAAAAAAANM/MvKohhJsm0k/s320/MALAYSIA+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059045081308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfinXXnI/AAAAAAAAANU/ayB1MQpiR18/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfinXXnI/AAAAAAAAANU/ayB1MQpiR18/s320/MALAYSIA+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059045081308786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfynXXoI/AAAAAAAAANc/UWh97OOlIs8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwfynXXoI/AAAAAAAAANc/UWh97OOlIs8/s320/MALAYSIA+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059049376276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mai and Little Nora took alottttttttt of pictures with Mira and Darian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwgCnXXpI/AAAAAAAAANk/K719vI3Gc3s/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVwgCnXXpI/AAAAAAAAANk/K719vI3Gc3s/s320/MALAYSIA+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059053671243410" 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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9ynXXiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1jymGI7GFyI/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9ynXXiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1jymGI7GFyI/s320/MALAYSIA+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041057365749095970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite boy &lt;33 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu-CnXXkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_PcGYw-hBKM/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu-CnXXkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_PcGYw-hBKM/s320/MALAYSIA+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041057370044063298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9ynXXjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c86r8TQnPF8/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9ynXXjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c86r8TQnPF8/s320/MALAYSIA+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041057365749095986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go darian go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9SnXXgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5-YKYlPyo-k/s1600-h/MALAYSIA+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfVu9SnXXgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5-YKYlPyo-k/s320/MALAYSIA+265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041057357159161346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH EH, WAIT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop down at choa chu kang and that cute boy.........NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPILY EVERY AFTER WITH ALOT OF MISSES TO PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-6487795898267801097?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/6487795898267801097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/6487795898267801097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-nce-upon-time-there-live-two-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfdbECnXZxI/AAAAAAAAAek/klyVbD1evgk/s72-c/MALAYSIA+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-9221379911551004597</id><published>2007-03-09T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:02.733-08:00</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/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfBIWzZGOdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AjwosLsdyI4/s1600-h/lolipops+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfBIWzZGOdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AjwosLsdyI4/s320/lolipops+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039607539617380818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tomorrow, i m off to Malaysia to have some great fun fun and put all my worries and sorrows aways from it.  I'm going to get away from darn Singapore with Nora and her parents and more more people.  We're going to a lot of places so yeah, i'm gonna update all those pictures when i get my ass back here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, im not excited yet for the trip.  Maybe im too tired to have a thought about the trip. heh. Well, i haven't pack my things yet.  Some sort.  My luggage is on the floor with a lot and a lot of things around it, deciding whether to bring for the trip or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, lets proceed about my day at work today shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So i reached work in time i guess and Nadrah was there. Her expression show that she was surprised to see me working today.  I miss her pretty much. Pretty much, today is the last time im gonna be working with that babe. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mas after work and we went to Topshop and Forever21 and just went back straight. Grab some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rojak cine&lt;/span&gt; and brought it home for dad and bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, today, i get my results for m application for Higher Nitec.  and yeah, my application to Higher Nitec was successful.  I got in to my first choice which is Accounting. Alhamdulilah.  But i pity my friends which didn't really get in.  O level thingy fault.  no offence but hey, they should give the first priority to ITE students first then the o level students or whatsoever.&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/13624681-9221379911551004597?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/9221379911551004597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=9221379911551004597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9221379911551004597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9221379911551004597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-tomorrow-i-m-off-to-malaysia-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RfBIWzZGOdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AjwosLsdyI4/s72-c/lolipops+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-258782027692580308</id><published>2007-03-06T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working at China Square is really making me hating this job.  Its soo BORRRRRIIINGGGGG.  With the people there being kind off snobby, i decided to zipped my mouth for 8 hours and that add my boredom to dead.  I am like an invisible statue walking around and serve customer, entertaining my own-self with the ouh-so-pathetic music and the people across the shop which is Spinelli (i think thats how its spell) some cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12pm, nearly to 1pm, suddenly loads of ladies came in to the shop and yeah, taking the clothes like its the last food in the world.  This customer asked, "Did you feel the trembling here?" i was still figuring what was she talking cus i was still in my own world.  Not sure what to answer to her unknown  question, i said, "err..no?".  Then she told me that she was at work and everybody was asked to evacuate from the building because they felt the building trembled. Some sort.  And i was like earthquake? with my eyes popping out from the socket.  Scary but i wished i had felt the trembling thing.  She told me it is the earthquake at Sumatra.  It makes me thinking about all those kids and families running for their lives, trap in those buildings and all.  pity pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies were still happily shopping though. Even though there happened to be an earthquake which just occurred.  The women told me that they are waiting for the news to either go back home or continue working. i wish gg&gt;5 would feel that tremble and told us to go home straight and sleep and never to come to work. i would be preety pleased =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this chinese senior ah, is a little stuck up. i dont know why but hey, shut up can you? Sometimes she would be preety nice but then some times, she would say things like i started work hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5i4o5VI/AAAAAAAAALs/P09gthT_ouk/s1600-h/Picture26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5i4o5VI/AAAAAAAAALs/P09gthT_ouk/s320/Picture26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038830781760857426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5y4o5WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EJoj6gCeTsg/s1600-h/Picture35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5y4o5WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EJoj6gCeTsg/s320/Picture35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038830786055824738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5y4o5XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qOAE8nI2IF4/s1600-h/Picture20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5y4o5XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qOAE8nI2IF4/s320/Picture20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038830786055824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F6C4o5YI/AAAAAAAAAME/FQGMvVUmvNY/s1600-h/Picture18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F6C4o5YI/AAAAAAAAAME/FQGMvVUmvNY/s320/Picture18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038830790350792066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F6C4o5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JSh2jmerBIQ/s1600-h/Picture82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F6C4o5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JSh2jmerBIQ/s320/Picture82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038830790350792082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing all of them and more more people. my ex-4t1, my ite mates, dance people. miss misses &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-258782027692580308?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/258782027692580308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=258782027692580308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/258782027692580308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/258782027692580308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/working-at-china-square-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Re2F5i4o5VI/AAAAAAAAALs/P09gthT_ouk/s72-c/Picture26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-513251490694924719</id><published>2007-03-06T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:04.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was making sure that i was not late today.  So i did it. Being punctual and being a good ass for awhile.  Katrina and Kala is the only person there when i came.  Honestly, they are the only people which i like being around. ouh ouh, plus Nurul and Vicky.  The others, is like a barrier between us when were talk out about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was outside my house gate, i saw this little two kiddy toddler playing outside. Turns out to be my small sister and her friend.  Uncle Ali, dad and this man which look unknown to me was in my room, browsing this online map to search their path to cycle to Thailand.  I stayed in the living room, flicking the remote control watching show about Avalanche.  I love this kind of show like Discovery Channel.  Its feels like my brain is feeding information about the things around us. I have ever wanted to be a world explorer, so i could be that presenter in Discovery Channel, saying all the things that you found out about.  Though, too bad.  That fantasy of being that occupation was never my first choice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was preety excited when dad told me that his friend is fixing my computer problems.  So dad drag me in to my room, tell me to vomit all the problems of my computer.  So this unknown man, name Uncle Rashidi, is a computer expert. Some-sort.  I told him that my computer went dead after half an hour or less and saying about stupid pop up stuff and all.  Honestly, all this have been happenning since last year June or July.  Its really irritating when im in the middle of my project.  For example, my Gladiator powerpoint presentation. i remembered, i have to redo it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Uncle Rashidi about all the darn problems.  He resolve it patiently.  Seriously, he talks very patiently like a news presenter or probably, a host.  He spoke to me in a very good and calm manner.  Its really treating me good.  He talk very carefully and actually, i realize, he started talking in english when he heard nothing from me in malay.  When we spoke in english, the people around us like Uncle Ali and dad, made me feel uncomfortable.  Because dad and Uncle Ali speak malay rojak kind. haaa.  But talking to Mr Rashidi is like combating in a game of Street Fighting.  Though, he resolve all the problems.  Overheating of my CPU was the thing which made my computer went dead everytime.  I think i overused it too long. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then seated in the living room. Uncle Ali, his daughter and his wife went back home then.  Uncle Rashidi suddenly come out this question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are you studying now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ite, waiting for results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you interested in tuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, teaching small kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teach? teach dance can lah.  i teach my small sister like what already :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But teaching? you must be kidding me.  I mean, i ever want to be a teacher but a teacher who teach P.E for primary school kids is ok but like maths, english? nono. he suggest art and craft. i was searching for word to say. and come out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insya'allah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i can use my computer like all you normal kids out there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RexaOJhJELI/AAAAAAAAALk/Bc0UMjSy0PA/s1600-h/P1050484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RexaOJhJELI/AAAAAAAAALk/Bc0UMjSy0PA/s320/P1050484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038501282240336050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-513251490694924719?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/513251490694924719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=513251490694924719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/513251490694924719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/513251490694924719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-making-sure-that-i-was-not-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/RexaOJhJELI/AAAAAAAAALk/Bc0UMjSy0PA/s72-c/P1050484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-3851070756200722515</id><published>2007-03-04T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:57:20.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, im not looking forward to work.  Im such a lazy doughbag.  Ouh well, i got to do what i got to do.  I should probably be working with the 4 full timers, like Katrina, Jennyfer, Kala and Suzi.  I should be the only part timer.  And after this month, my baby Vicky will not be entertaining me anymore.  Since her mom dont let her work and study in the same time.  Her mom let me ask myself this, should i be working when im schooling?  Because i remember last October till December, when im still working and schooling i the same time, i usually slack in school alot and slept in class.  Alhamdulilah, i pass my exam or else, i think i will be blaming myself for working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vicky is going Sentosa today.  Go have fun women. gogo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i should just name my baby hamster trip, pop, cabaret, dance, punk, emo.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-3851070756200722515?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3851070756200722515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3851070756200722515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3851070756200722515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3851070756200722515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously-im-not-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8181237216941076437</id><published>2007-03-04T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T07:48:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up sitting straight suddenly after seeing the clock showing me 1030am. Make up and hair went ruined. At the mrt, i feel like i cant breath for a moment.  Trying to catch some breath was a suicide at the moment.   In the train, dad gave me a missed call and called him back. He told me that my colleague called me and he told her that i was running late. When i called workplace, i found out i was suppose to be at work at 11am instead of 12. great.  I was already saying 34870935 sorry. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, i think im still late. But i dont think they noticed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs.  Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.  If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up.  With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-8181237216941076437?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8181237216941076437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8181237216941076437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8181237216941076437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8181237216941076437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-woke-up-sitting-straight-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-7294711109660656819</id><published>2007-03-03T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:12:56.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since mas going to the Fall Out Boy concert with Jolene, she had to left me on the favourite day of the week, Saturday =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before she went to the fob gig, i and her went to town and we bought ourselves a jeans. hokkien mee for branch and talks about how shocking it is for me to speaking malay on the other day. ok. it was wednesday and it was nearly midnight and we were at some kfc at admiralty. and i ordered bandito and there was no bandito were left for me to eat for supper. and i goes, "takde bandito eh? hmm..takpe lah. zinger ade?" and it made mas jaw drop. i use malay when i feel that the other party dont really get me. and OUH, i hate teaching sis malay homework. recently, mum told me to do her homework cus she was so dosing off to sleep. so i was squeezing my head, praying for my brain to give me the explaination for what is "penjodoh bilangan". even my mum dont even know it even though she speak malay 24/7. she ask her friends and i ask mine. and i knew it at last. i just think malay language just dont exist in me =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soo soo, i bought myself a jeans and novel. We went our seperate ways and i decided to went to causeway. Bought myself a chocolate ice blended (my all time favourite) and browse around the shops. Flashes of liyana and me came across my mind when i drag myself slowly around the mall. We would drink bubble tea and walk around while discussing what to wear for the next event in school. haha. and we would sat at 'Titanic' and eat those snacks we bought at Value shop. You probably wondering where is this titanic place is. Its a place where you could see the sunset and sunrise infront of you on top of a bus interchange. and you would have to seat at the edge where if you are clumsy enough, you would actually roll down and died. its like a cliff. Its beautiful already thinking about the past when youre closest friend is not even beside you and not really keep in touch preety well. but we tried =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way home riding the bus and this malay secondary boys are such maggot. They teased their own schoolmates which is this two girls infront of me. She was abit handicapped and they made fun of her. Saying about her disabilities and saying how obese she was and all. i was right in the middle of them. And i felt like rise up and standing up for this two girls right infront of me. i felt like being their supergirl but i could just sit there and felt sorry for her. Stupid boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and siree, sorry i cant follow you to town with gracey and zy. i would love too but i just had to get away for the world for awhile.  sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-7294711109660656819?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/7294711109660656819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=7294711109660656819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7294711109660656819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7294711109660656819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-mas-going-to-fall-out-boy-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-2638958129345193416</id><published>2007-03-03T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:43:11.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad says a sentence which made me fall a tear. i broke down in the lift on the way to work. sitting in the bus, i cant stop thinking of how can i ever be happy when family is like deteriorating. If there was no chores or something which is suppose to be done, i think i would not talk to my parents that often. and i can sense the little of social-ness in our family. It make me wonder when i've grown up, will i even come a word like i love you personally or should i always write in a card like all those Mother's and Father's Day. Im trying hard to change the state of my family now. I know dad is busy with debts and work and mum, working and busy catching dreams in wonderland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wish my everyday is like on 31 december 2006. i spent time with my parents like never before &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-2638958129345193416?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/2638958129345193416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=2638958129345193416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2638958129345193416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2638958129345193416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/dad-says-sentence-which-made-me-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-1327136424676073117</id><published>2007-03-02T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:25:37.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;one of them is still a f up but than i tried to talk to her and suddenly im giving her a HI-5? wth.  and i met nurul for the first time. well, we talked but we dont talk much. i always talked crap and she's always sweet. and when there's nothing to talk about, i'll just stoned there and hoping for the time to end so i could be sleeping on my bed at home. But then, a part timer came at 6 and i think god drop her from the sky. She nice to be around with when youre working. i love part timer cus they talked crap along with my bullshitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but it was her last day. i thought she decided to quit but i found out later that the company terminate her. i was like wtf? and why? because she is got too busy with a last minute dance practice. but thats what we are called part timer what. i mean, we work when we can or..you know you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and she is the same school as me. and she has been dancing indian dance since she is small. She hated it but for the sake of her dad, she dance till now and starting to like it. i pray for the best of her and her upcoming engagement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i realise, everybody is like having engagement. like, so young? and im starting to realise that im turning 18 this year. its so sooonnnn. please please rewind time again. i want to be 8 years old where i play under the tree dressing up as a grown up with mas and wan at some bishan, along some road. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i miss those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-1327136424676073117?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/1327136424676073117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=1327136424676073117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/1327136424676073117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/1327136424676073117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-them-is-still-f-up-but-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5298497775395902397</id><published>2007-03-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:09:23.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was thinking that im gonna be stoned standing there at tampines mall but turned out, there was another part-timer which is from Space and she really made my day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Jeannette's presence, i feel more at ease to work at tamp. the senior is abit f up.  Jeann says that they dont talk much. i was like, "thank god i got vivoo". vivo is so kecoh as the days go by. we talk more instead of working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Nadrah cammeeee at 5.30pm. miss her especially when we started talking with indon essence.  and she were so scared when these 3 freakin guys disturbed. haaa. i think im the one who should be scared cus i said something absolutely wrong from my mouth. ooopss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i why do customers rely on us to choose what best suit them? they trust us dorks easily. if it isnt even really look nice on her and i would just say yes, pretendly, she would be glad and buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the customer is always wronggg. eh wan eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ouh, i watched avril's new single video and omg, she dance? and since when did she went all bubble gum pop. but cute. she is still one of my list of favourite singers. go watch people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and tomorrow i workkk!!! no nadrah, no jeannette. argh. =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5298497775395902397?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5298497775395902397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5298497775395902397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5298497775395902397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5298497775395902397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-thinking-that-im-gonna-be-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-3135644026647792675</id><published>2007-03-01T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:08.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chingay pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYyfkVzW9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AwjOkicDPBc/s1600-h/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036768751172934610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYyfkVzW9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AwjOkicDPBc/s320/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxukVzW7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/M9hCoH7wDpA/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036767909359344562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxukVzW7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/M9hCoH7wDpA/s320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxukVzW6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ECpj2Sgi6Ag/s1600-h/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036767909359344546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxukVzW6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ECpj2Sgi6Ag/s320/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip hoppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYyf0VzW-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mbbBzXjRQ7E/s1600-h/Picture27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036768755467901922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYyf0VzW-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/mbbBzXjRQ7E/s320/Picture27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygEVzW_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aaBAYqFiuQg/s1600-h/Picture26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036768759762869234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygEVzW_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aaBAYqFiuQg/s320/Picture26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygEVzXAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UhhG7lyDNaQ/s1600-h/Picture25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036768759762869250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygEVzXAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UhhG7lyDNaQ/s320/Picture25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygUVzXBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KWbUCYOkDDw/s1600-h/Picture18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036768764057836562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYygUVzXBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KWbUCYOkDDw/s320/Picture18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxuEVzW5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/H5jmWE27SbI/s1600-h/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036767900769409938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxuEVzW5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/H5jmWE27SbI/s320/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzckVzXCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZuKyM9lZZE0/s1600-h/Picture30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036769799144954914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzckVzXCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZuKyM9lZZE0/s320/Picture30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzc0VzXDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RbAFOIK_f20/s1600-h/Picture31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036769803439922226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzc0VzXDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RbAFOIK_f20/s320/Picture31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdEVzXEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uDkJnBcZYLA/s1600-h/Picture37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036769807734889538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdEVzXEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uDkJnBcZYLA/s320/Picture37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdEVzXFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xRMEMz40xrU/s1600-h/Picture36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036769807734889554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdEVzXFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xRMEMz40xrU/s320/Picture36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdUVzXGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RBrCei4fFEw/s1600-h/Picture34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036769812029856866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYzdUVzXGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RBrCei4fFEw/s320/Picture34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love us &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1SEVzXHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lagycyNDO6g/s1600-h/Picture48.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1SkVzXII/AAAAAAAAAGY/5hkmPrLM_KI/s1600-h/Picture47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036771826369518722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1SkVzXII/AAAAAAAAAGY/5hkmPrLM_KI/s320/Picture47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-4i8wtI18j8/s1600-h/Picture46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036771830664486034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-4i8wtI18j8/s320/Picture46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qLmjd4HEvw0/s1600-h/Picture45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036771830664486050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qLmjd4HEvw0/s320/Picture45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1TEVzXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KDtpeShC3To/s1600-h/Picture44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036771834959453362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1TEVzXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KDtpeShC3To/s320/Picture44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxu0VzW8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/pvwslluedpg/s1600-h/Picture1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036767913654311874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReYxu0VzW8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/pvwslluedpg/s320/Picture1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1SEVzXHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lagycyNDO6g/s1600-h/Picture48.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1SkVzXII/AAAAAAAAAGY/5hkmPrLM_KI/s1600-h/Picture47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-4i8wtI18j8/s1600-h/Picture46.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1S0VzXKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qLmjd4HEvw0/s1600-h/Picture45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY1TEVzXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KDtpeShC3To/s1600-h/Picture44.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2aEVzXMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LekBbQihBlw/s1600-h/Picture43.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ashek with his star-wars red face. scaryy oit&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2aUVzXNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z__sCD0_vTg/s1600-h/Picture40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036773059025132754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2aUVzXNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z__sCD0_vTg/s320/Picture40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oooohh. i love the way they dance to that lindy hop. wooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2aUVzXOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IZ30XCwczVo/s1600-h/Picture38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036773059025132770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2aUVzXOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IZ30XCwczVo/s320/Picture38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2akVzXPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OwemuBVk6Xw/s1600-h/Picture39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036773063320100082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2akVzXPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OwemuBVk6Xw/s320/Picture39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i simply love mr cho. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2akVzXQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uyL4XmBxLJQ/s1600-h/Picture54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036773063320100098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY2akVzXQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uyL4XmBxLJQ/s320/Picture54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3TUVzXRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6S9Ay-IzzjE/s1600-h/Picture53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036774038277676306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3TUVzXRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6S9Ay-IzzjE/s320/Picture53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3TkVzXSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kEZmvXmkzW0/s1600-h/Picture51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036774042572643618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3TkVzXSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kEZmvXmkzW0/s320/Picture51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3T0VzXUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TiXzW23ltNE/s1600-h/Picture49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036774046867610946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3T0VzXUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TiXzW23ltNE/s320/Picture49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY3T0VzXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Us17yaJzBtM/s1600-h/Picture50.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNGLE BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY550VzXcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fnJuncnF9f8/s1600-h/P1050647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036776898725895618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY550VzXcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fnJuncnF9f8/s320/P1050647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4c0VzXWI/AAAAAAAAAII/IH7yBpyq1GI/s1600-h/Picture61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036775300998061410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4c0VzXWI/AAAAAAAAAII/IH7yBpyq1GI/s320/Picture61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4dEVzXXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KS0h3bKEWDU/s1600-h/Picture59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036775305293028722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4dEVzXXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KS0h3bKEWDU/s320/Picture59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ding and Dong with their babies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4dkVzXYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a8qxcW4b390/s1600-h/P1050456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036775313882963330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4dkVzXYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a8qxcW4b390/s320/P1050456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4d0VzXZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eqgNnCLvCqw/s1600-h/P1050464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036775318177930642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4d0VzXZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eqgNnCLvCqw/s320/P1050464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4eUVzXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jkVyxVGxZ3c/s1600-h/P1050465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036775326767865250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY4eUVzXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jkVyxVGxZ3c/s320/P1050465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY55kVzXbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iumtnv-3X7A/s1600-h/P1050746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036776894430928306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY55kVzXbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iumtnv-3X7A/s320/P1050746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY56kVzXdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B0h72Kr175c/s1600-h/P1050751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036776911610797522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/ReY56kVzXdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B0h72Kr175c/s320/P1050751.JPG" 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/13624681-3135644026647792675?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3135644026647792675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3135644026647792675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-3985378858240384109</id><published>2007-02-27T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:58:34.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was working. all of us are very talkative. katrina, suzi, nurul and i were the only one working. haaa. and i love them. and it was the last time im gonna see nurul. im gonna miss her. she is like a sister to me. she hear all my nonsense and shitties. haha. and always ask me "eat chicken noodle again ah?". im in love with chicken noodle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my malay language totally sucks. My malay is very destructive. Suzi and Nurul was like saying that im like another race. haha. i dont know. i just prefer english than malay. its hard for me to talk malay. at home i speak malay but its like basic malay. i talk english like to my friends and even my own same age aunty for i dont know how long is that. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Katrina kinda tell about our future by seeing our hand features and stuff. for girls, its the right hand. she told us about our love life, life line, career job and see whether we know how to cook or not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY (CHINGAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up by the sound of my handphone and when i pick up the phone, i was not sure who was it at the moment. and it turns out to be shima. she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shima: you wake up already?&lt;br /&gt;mai: wake up for what???&lt;br /&gt;shima: omg MAI! got dance and you have to meet me at 8.15 and you havent wake up???!&lt;br /&gt;mai: ahhh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was already 7.55am. hhaaaaa. i know shima felt like being beside and shake me to death to wake me up. then i bath and get ready and all. of course i was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet shima and then met liyana at yishun bus stop and ride the bus till tampines. we reach simei ite in time and the dance room was quite empty at first but yeah, everybody was there after awhile. we dance and mr cho is always cute in his way. curly hair, cute spectacle, wore his strectable pants till tummy line, and his singlet. ahahah. cuttteeeee. okok. and rashid and michael do that freestyle dance like omg?! where mr cho goes "you guys better dont do that in public later uh". haha. cus they do something..err..something.hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all went back and liyana came over my house to get prepare ourselves for later in the evening. so there was still plenty of time. and we eat eat and play stupid games with my small sister and liyana make up my small sister. ha! blue eye shadow, thats what my sister want. damn. my sister look matured. haha. preety lah my sister. preetyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i and liyana get ready at 5pm which marks that we are sooo late. shima already came and we still havent really do something to our hair and make up. that fake eyelash takes alot of time. the glue stuck to our eyes and its soo kecoh lah. HAHA! i wish someone could have record it on the vid. its damn kecoh and funny. laughter goes around my room and make up and bags was everywhere on my bed. ahahah! and everybody try to stuck their face to the reflection of the mirror. ahaha. and we are so late. we have to meet mr cho and the other dancers at somerset mrt at 630pm and we went out like at 6pm. haaaa. we reach there like at 6.40 or 6.45pm. haaha. thank god they are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we trying hard walk through those crowds to go in to our section to seat. and damn. its alot of people. and i can tell this ang mo was lost. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we get our seat, it was dirty. The girls was like asking each other for tissue and all. i was just praying for no birds would shit their poo poo on us. have mercy on us. preety please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there they goes. those hot hot hip hop guys dancing and made the crowd go "woah and wow and wahhh". great performance. and there this group with kids dancing with them. so cute. and the most cute and chubby and eating the most snack is just beside me. kept eating and eating. get scolding for eating and still can eat. ahhh. feel like pinch that cheek. so cute. can be my hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belly dancer came and shima, dee, rashid and sudurul was invited to go to the road and do belly dancing. wth.ahahaha. i hope they come out on national television. haha. and i think when the belly dancer came with ouh so costume, i think it was boys night. ahhaa =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;float after float came. we scream and scream and scream for almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw familiar faces like Badar, Ashek and this junior of mine which i still dont know her name. Badar dancing malay dance, Ashek play percussion with face painted red and that junior dance dance. preety her lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmm..yeah. after the parade. there was a dance floor. everybody was high and dance dance to the hip hop songs and all. i surrender and take pictures and so did my snail, sudurul. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i upload pictures when im at mas house. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-3985378858240384109?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3985378858240384109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3985378858240384109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3985378858240384109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3985378858240384109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-7384543013124215251</id><published>2007-02-27T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:47:09.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG OMG! i have promoted myself into a grandmother because......MY HAMSTER GAVE 6 FREAKIN BABIES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;omg omg. its really making me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was sleeping and my mum was like , "eh BABYYYYYYY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and in my mind started to say that its obviously its my hamster who is having babies. and i was already going like, "i dont want babies!!!!". i was already smacking my pillow around my bed.  my sister, is like calling dad as if a human is giving birth. She dial dad's number like she is calling an ambulance saying sumone is dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then i run to my hamster cage and i saw nothing at first and thinking that maybe my mum is just saying it or something. but thereafter i saw the female hamster get away, there they was. 6 babies moving like an earthworm. so pinky pinky.  it sooo newborn. make me go eee =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then spoke to me on the phone and he ask me how small were them and i told him its a baby thumb size. very smallll. no wonder the mum look so fat for the past few days.  for a moment i thought i over feed her. cus i would her to be fat =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then i had to transfer the mum and the babies to another cage. stupid thing. i should have transfer the dad instead of the female and the babies. now im just praying that the mum would not eat the babies cus the sawdust and all is too new that maybe she would think that the human wanna take her babies. and would MAYBE make her think to eat her own babies so the human would not take them. ok. what am i talking??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the babies; make those squeking sound which make me think, "am i raising birds??". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the dad so innocent. i love the dad. ahaha. so innocent and quiet. make me hold him around and stuff. i love dong &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and now, i have 6 babies. and its so cuteee! and for a moment, i tried to touch them and ouh, i TOUCHED them. its sooo fragile and the feeling makes me feel so err...grandma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and 6 babies. what should i name them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i will update to you soon about chingay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-7384543013124215251?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/7384543013124215251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=7384543013124215251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7384543013124215251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7384543013124215251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-omg-i-have-promoted-myself-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-2058585946920736926</id><published>2007-02-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:05:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been rolling and pretending to sleep since 1am and im can end up in my sweet sleep dreaming. damn. this is sickening when you have a dance practice at 930am at simei ite which is like the other part of singapore? argh. insominia insominia. never stop to fail me from falling asleep in the time i need most like now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chingay was nice but we kinda missed our quenue -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;even mr cho dont even know when we had to like join in the parade. i was like "what?". We all heard the news and it brought our anxious mood down that we dont even know whether we will have the mood to dance for tomorrow's chingay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;though, all of us sat along the road. Not only us, other hip hop dancers were there too. The 'soft' guy dancers were there too and not to forget, the BREAKFORCE CREW were there! ahhh! woohoooo~! if you have no idea about who they are, they are from the Channel 5's Dancefloor. wooo. they were great. they do the opening. But i was hoping for some band cus mas told me that last year, it was 3 dash 1. tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was performance from Africa, China, Malaysia, Korea, Indonesia and from parts of the world came to contribute some 'sparks' to the grandest parade in asia. and they did preety well. Some were doing lindy hop, blow fire from their own mouth and some even put fire on their mouth (ahh!), and lion dance and more lion dance, balancing that big big flag on their mouth and alot of floats. the balancing of that big and huge flag was making me go wooahhh. Because......this little boy and girl were balancing on the mouth and balancing on their hands and all. amazing =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeah, belly dancing. ahahah! rasyid and dee was invited to perform with them on the road. ahahha! rasyid was making a fool of himself. i wish he could be on national television so people could see how this Pak man satay is. hahah. okok. and belly dancing, woohoo. belly belly. and ouh, some wear fake hair =p. but preety. haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and lion dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the lion was like facing me and liyana. and there was one part where i screamed when i thought the mask would fall on me from high. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there was part, this women in mask trying to scare us. We girls so drama lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there is this Concert band thingy which is from korea or japan. i love bands but its making me and booboo deaf. the trumbone and those trumpet right in front of me and liyana and we both are like the middle of everything all the time. huhu. and i like that conductor who hold that very long pole. i loikee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i think i can go deaf and be unspeakable for a day or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-2058585946920736926?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/2058585946920736926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=2058585946920736926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2058585946920736926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2058585946920736926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-rolling-and-pretending-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5426641703650172815</id><published>2007-02-23T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:27:02.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my heart is beating harder and harder as the clock when tick tock. 5 more hours to meet mr cho and the other dancers at somerset mrt. i think im getting a nervous breakdown soon. haha. slap me PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and before going to meet they all, im gonna meet mas and accompany her buy some guitar strings and ask for her pay from her ex-job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. seriousyly, i have nothing to write cus im killing my boredom at home and trying to calm my nervousness. and i think my mum is karaoke-ing. ok. its confirm. she is karaoke-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;though, morning, wake up to my sister saying, "kakak, hamstem (hamster) due due hidung ade darah". i was like open my eyes into that sepet kinda thing and "ah ahhh". and slept again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think my ding dong is like having conflict with each other. kept fighting. though, it entertained me to see them fight. but of course, after awhile, ill stop them. most of the time they will like fight with each other but the fight looks very harmless and its preety cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i recently found out that one of them is a female and the other is a male. damnnn. many babies awaits me i guess. but if they fight often and refuse to make babies, then MAYBE no babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and my cheek is like hamster =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5426641703650172815?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5426641703650172815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5426641703650172815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5426641703650172815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5426641703650172815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-heart-is-beating-harder-and-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8387704213050742055</id><published>2007-02-21T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:32:32.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im besought for patients so i could teach my sister with less anger. i think i got too much stuff at the back of my mind that i let out my anger too easily on her when i teach her homework. Its like when im back from work, feeling tired and restless, the next thing i want is have some peaceful time for myself. But then, her homework kept waiting for me to teach her every night and ouh, thats not the only thing, house chores too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i dont know whether i wanna blog further about that, cus its hard to type it out when your felt like beating slower and die at once but then my brain kept telling me to be patient and stuff. whatever it is, i think im out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and ouh ouh, i so cant wait for chingay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13624681-8387704213050742055?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8387704213050742055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8387704213050742055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8387704213050742055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8387704213050742055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-besought-for-patients-so-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-776292661428340453</id><published>2007-02-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:13:21.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all this babies, pregnancies and all those something-got-to-do-that-pregnant thingy came across my mind these days without knowing why and the next thing i know, my beloved Katrina is pregnant! i was like o-o. the news was much shocking to me when i told her about girls and boys and she was like went into the store room and eating this sour thingy. and i was like, "eh, i like that". she gave me some and tell me that she is pregnant. ouh my god women. haha. nevermind. if she get a daughter, i just beg her to name her name after me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love working today. not LOVE as in i wish every working of my life would be like this but it was a much joy brings to me cus i at least felt at ease during working time. joking around with Kat, Vicky and Suzi. talking about hindustan movies, the heroes and heroine. Telling which hero is hotter than the others and wishing ashwarairai (i think thats the name to be spelled, isit? haha) to be divorced as soon as who knows when. and its surprising that i can still remember that song from Kabi Kushi Kabi Gum (whatever the title was) where Hithrik Roshan would be singing in the disco with that stupid Karina Kapoor. ahaa. and surprisingly, i remember the dance step. and if you ask me how i remember, i would answer,"i was such a dork then and learning hindustan step was a trend then". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hamster have been acting strange lately. i have been seeing this two ding dong sitting together and facing one direction together for a long time. just staring into blanks and made me say this to mas, "i think they are praying". and mas would be, "i think so too. they pray to the north than east then west and then to south." and i so agree with her. seriously, my hamster is preety cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i had to sleep on the floor thanks to the insufficient mattress. (something happen). and yeah, i put my hamster in my room and it is preety disturbing. i know they are like some nocturnal creatures but please, dont they gave some mercy to human like me? cus when im trying to get my preety dreamy sleep, this ding and dong running through the wheels and being hyperactive all night long. and they kept playing among themself. i think they both are trying to be in love with each other. MAYBE. and yeah, its seems like they are like doing 'chop slam' to each other. hahaa! they goes WWE. and talking about them being in love, i think i just saw them doing sex. ha! kidding. i hope. and yeah, i kept wonder whether they are both boys or girls or biosexual. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cus i dont to end up being a grandmother you know. i just hope they both are gays. that would be preety fine. lesbian would be much better =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and sorry if i talk crap. i cant help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-776292661428340453?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/776292661428340453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=776292661428340453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/776292661428340453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/776292661428340453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-this-babies-pregnancies-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-581205956966537655</id><published>2007-02-19T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:45:42.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been at grandma house for the past two days and i have been eating and eating. and have been sleeping for plenty and plenty of hours . i have been waking up late, eat and sleep again. and have late night snacks like those wonderful nachos. if i was not to be working, i can promise you that my everyday life during my holidays could be like this. and oh, plus outings after outings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bringing my little sister here may not be a bad choice. she just spent some time with grandpa to somewhere. and playing with my another aunty's son is her 24hr toy now. they play at the corridor outside with their scooters and all. great laughter they had. reminded of my aunty, my brother and me playing at the corridor when we're a littlies. getting nagged by the neighbour next door cus we were such a nuisance. Singing on top of our lungs with no great tune out of it. haa. and ouh, grandma told me and my aunty, that when we were my sister age like 8 years old, the three of us (bro, aunty and me), would went to the traffic light with slippers on our hand and my mum would be searching for us like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise, it seems like we would be happy to be undiscovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/13624681-581205956966537655?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/581205956966537655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=581205956966537655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/581205956966537655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/581205956966537655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-been-at-grandma-house-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-3303856798994142194</id><published>2007-02-19T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:59:31.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn. its a dread when i found myself working tomorrow. thank god i drag myself from grands place today or else, i will still be seating my ass off at mas's room either, eating, strumming, or sleeping. life is just great when im at grands place. Cus i love grandma &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just cant wait to dance for chingay this weekends cus i cant wait to meet my friends! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the thing is killing me right now is, what in the world am i suppose to wear? though, i dont really care about the wearings and stuff. i know i just wanna have fun and yeah, forget everything for that very moment ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart kept thumping harder when i kept thinking that tomorrow im suppose to be working. maii ah maii. maii lazy eh maii. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-3303856798994142194?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3303856798994142194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3303856798994142194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3303856798994142194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3303856798994142194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5089602365522951094</id><published>2007-02-17T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:37:00.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went to ikea with mum. its really a pity that me and mum is not really close at all. its like kinda hard to come out a conversation to start with or something. alot of silence surround us. long bus trip to ikea and im just suffered myself by reading books and listening to mp3. and conincidenly, i was reading a book about a daughter and mum having a bad relationships and stuff. and it makes me reflects about my relationship with mum. i'll rate it = fair. seriously, i envy all those girls saying they talked to their mum about their friends and their lives and went to like market together and all. but mine, well, i dont know. i just know that my childhood days is preety much fun. cus currently, it seems like everything is depending on me. but not all. almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears caught up in my eyes and i try hard to hold it dearly from dropping. listening to songs and reading those words on those hundreds of pages. and suddenly, she was just beside me. looking outside the window quietly and it makes me think, wondering whether did she feel the same way as i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5089602365522951094?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5089602365522951094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5089602365522951094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5089602365522951094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5089602365522951094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-ikea-with-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-7149339098185833088</id><published>2007-02-13T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:28:05.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>graduation ceremony kinda bores me when i had to seat seperately with my aunty eileen. actually, everyone is seperated with their friends and all. and its like not really alot of people came. and some wore outfits like they dont give a damn about all of this rules of black or white. but some wore outfits like very the vava voom kinda thing. though, everyone have to get out of their seat and get their ass of that stage and take their red folder and take a picture with this wise women who smile so sincerely =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think everyone makes new friends today. funny thing, we was suppose to do this during our orientation, not graduation ceremony which marks that everyone will went to their own seperate way right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh my god. i cant believe i just saw my myspace's friend. not i saw him. he saw me. haha. fresco fresco. and eileen thought he was a girl -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-7149339098185833088?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/7149339098185833088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=7149339098185833088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7149339098185833088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7149339098185833088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/graduation-ceremony-kinda-bores-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5588044486249091842</id><published>2007-02-12T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:37:44.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went sleeping over at mas's house yesterday. and tuning her guitar but turn out preety stupid and eh eh, i apply my courses for my higher nitec years. im putting Accounting as my first choice. i really hoping to get in accounting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is my graduation ceremony. im very positive that 3/4 of the class wont be there. and im sure there's gonna be like only 6 people from my class. well, how pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;and i think i went there to see my old mates and have free food i guess. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and working just now and my ati came to visit me!! eheh. preety women. and she went back with her fiqri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suzi is a gangsta. hahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5588044486249091842?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5588044486249091842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5588044486249091842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5588044486249091842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5588044486249091842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-sleeping-over-at-mass-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-6709173540592311488</id><published>2007-02-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:39:12.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dance was fun yet its giving me ache and muscle problem with my legs. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went with shima and liyana. yeah. it was fun. i can catch the steps must easier than before after trying hard to be at ease with jennifer's dance step. she is sooo damn versatile people and flexible. she perform alot of those musicals and even performance in tv shows. and ouh yeah, she is chreograph yana's dancework in secondary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after dance, went eating at kfc. shima's friend came and after having our lunch, they both went to their friend's chalet and gonna go Wild Wild Wet. sooo fun! heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yana and i decided to walk around tampines mall and century square. and we were so bloated from drinking too much water and we were like having trouble to find the toilet. and i kept laughing which make me wanna pee more. ahha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. shhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeah, after jalan jalan, went boarding 969 home. Reach home and i was feeling so tired already. i felt so sleepy for not having much rest cus i always sleep very very late and work and go out and go out and work and sleep late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i fell asleep  of exhaustion and wake up when slyvester call me.  what a surprise. wake me up from that terrible dream that im working at River Island. haha. i think i see those stuff too much. and yeah, its nice to talk to slyvester after a year or so. aha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, mas came in the evening and brought her Panic! at the disco Dvd which she bought it like 80 bucks at Music Junction. thank god she didnt bought the one at HMV. it could have cost her 110 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and ouh yeah, courses for higher nitec. im interested in accounting and event management. but i really want to go to accouting. i want to fulfil tha tdream when i was a little girl of seating in this bank office pretending to be a big ass boss. haaaa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i think i'll do that tomorow or something. for noe, im buzzing off. bye fools!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-6709173540592311488?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/6709173540592311488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=6709173540592311488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/6709173540592311488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/6709173540592311488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/dance-was-fun-yet-its-giving-me-ache.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5451382770483831669</id><published>2007-02-10T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:36:34.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me happy pills too please. im craving for it as i feel like im falling from a cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think i need a second therapist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i can slide down and run around that rainbow till i reach to that pot of gold to fufil my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really begging for wonderland to let me in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let me stay among the purple sky and those diamonds stars which i stare at it almost every second of my every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which fill my bed with petals of every preety flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vanilla spread the sky like an icing on a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lollipop trees and a field of chocolate fudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;horses and flying pony is my guardian angel there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;care bear became my  huggable things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna go with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5451382770483831669?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5451382770483831669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5451382770483831669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5451382770483831669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5451382770483831669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-me-happy-pills-too-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5249219101331313765</id><published>2007-02-08T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:56:42.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished my kfc student meal. ahhh. and i think im still hungry. smack me pleaseeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, today before went to work, mee tmas to accompany to find her guitar. and ouh yeah, we went to bras basah and went to that music shop on to and get herself a black guitar nearly similar to mine but her one is power lahhh. its preety =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet she is practicing her guitar now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we went to vivo after that. went walking around and bought ourself something since we have been working and staying at home and torturing ourself. ha~! and mas, well done for physcho-ing your boss. ahah! and i cant believe that they even fall for that act. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went to work and saw VIKCY! ahhh! i saw her from behind and i was like, "VICKY! i miss you!" AHAHA. and i glad she miss me too. ehehe. ahh. havent see that women for like nearly 2 weeks plus? she cute lah she. i and katrina like to disturb her. wahah. cute women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, i got to go to Golden Shoe at raffles place. im not so sure how to go there but i try to have faith on Vicky's piece of paper where she drew a cute-little-map. ahha. i hope i wont get lost. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and usual, i cant wait for dance =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5249219101331313765?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5249219101331313765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5249219101331313765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5249219101331313765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5249219101331313765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-finished-my-kfc-student-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-326143170809496607</id><published>2007-02-08T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:51:15.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feeel much better for the past two days. and ouh, stupid scene. last sunday i kinda broke down at work. and my colleague is such a lovelies. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ign="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and today, working was a snob. i feel tired and people, i got my pay and they gave me ang pao also. haha. give me more lah so little the ang pao. haa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;moron ouh moron. mai mai gonna have some vacation with nora next month. i so cant wait. going to KL and genting highland. maybe sunway lagoon. its gonna be like last two years. going with the other 'rombongan'. ahaha. and i still remember that boy, hidhir. wahaha. :pp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeah, we gonna shop shop. i just hope i got enough money to bring uh eh. ahha. but we still havent bought our tickets yet so yeah. we went some day or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and tomorrow, send sis to school and meet mas before went to work. she wanna buy her guitar or just went to survey first or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;talking about guitar, my bro's friend is such a jerk. borrow my guitar for almost for god knows how many months he took it. damn. i just feel like knocking on his door and like, "hello? arent you suppose to like give my guitar for like 6 months ago ass?" :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wadever it is, lets put that aside for awhile or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i cant wait for saturday cus its off day. im damn tired lahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking home with hot fudge sunday under those stars. and keep remebering, "it was just one seat away sarah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-326143170809496607?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/326143170809496607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=326143170809496607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/326143170809496607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/326143170809496607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feeel-much-better-for-past-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-9061939764537710939</id><published>2007-02-07T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:22:38.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to relieve at Plaza singapura today. yanti, nisa and moon was there. it was like my first time relieving there since the day i went to interview there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was pampering myself with silence and having mouth shut as im close to them. but when evening came, thats when we went really talk like talk. and yeah, we call ourselve teletubbies. kinda off? im either the Po or the vacuum. haha. wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and buy myself this currypuff thingy. and drag myself home. feels like there is 10kg on each foot. im like zombie with curly wurly hair eating currypuff wearing skirt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, tomorrow working at 12..like omg?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-9061939764537710939?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/9061939764537710939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=9061939764537710939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9061939764537710939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9061939764537710939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-relieve-at-plaza-singapura.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8003224017183555246</id><published>2007-02-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:22:46.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i went sleeping over at grandma house. i feel at ease after leaving all those burdens on my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, from grands house, went to ite bishan to have dance with Dee, yana and shima.  new nitec students were there.  then saw that so call 'ciara' girl. like always, she is ego but then today, &lt;em&gt;boleh tahan&lt;/em&gt; lah.  and its like they were wearing those army pants and a black top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yana: dier orang asal pakai army pants?&lt;br /&gt;mai: dier orang joget nyer baju pe&lt;br /&gt;yana: dier orang nak joget ke nak march seh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finish dance and i just dont dont dont dont dont dont wana go home. but then after awhile, those lovelies had to, so i just went along with them.  reach home, and omg, i didnt bring my key. i had to call ayah to come home. and yeah, he and my sis were already were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach sis her homework which is like forever? and ouh, im surprise for a moment, i cant do a simple math.  shoot me, ill be glad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me a ticket to somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-8003224017183555246?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8003224017183555246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8003224017183555246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8003224017183555246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8003224017183555246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-i-went-sleeping-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-5018881512254845548</id><published>2007-02-03T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:54:37.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the urge of running away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when i was on my way to dance, dad called me and started to like scold me and shouting at me. seriously, i feel like breaking down at that moment in the bus. I told him that i was sorry. And he was telling me that my sorry doesnt mean a thing. then i just didnt say a word. he blabbers some sentence then i decided to turn in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry that im a careless daughter. sorry if i cant be your perfect daughter. i tried hard enough. sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yana was beside me though, i just didnt tell her but yeah, we went to dance. at least the dance let my mind off at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, dee came. preety babe. join us on the dance floor and start all those dance step. And saw rashid! miss that funny dude. i miss your 'hung up' dance lahh. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after dance, yana, dee and me join shu hua, this girl i and yana call 'chicken little' (michelle) and nana. Ate long john silver and yana and i laughed like noody business. like always. and yeah, after eaten our lunch, all the girls went home. so yana and i like walk around the malls nearby like century square and tampines mall. nothing much uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. was seriously late to get ready to go out. like soso always. and shima was kind enough to delay the time abit. hee~. so meet her like 4.30pm arounf there. and yeah. we went to vivoo ct. even though i went there like nearly everyday for my job, it didt fails me to bores me cus the accompaniant is the one who makes my journey different and enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walk around. cam whore here and there. i was seriously trying not to remember a single thing at home. im forcing myself to free from everything. the more i think about it, the more i felt like a dagger stab in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. it was early. i didnt dare to went home late today cus i know dad will blabber more and more since he shouted at me this morning. when i was in the lift, i was already prepared to be scolded. and yeah, my dad was doing his racing bicycle infront of the house gate, my corridor. i say assalamualaikum and he reply and then he got say stuff to like tell me to do this and that. it was so predictable. then i kinda answered back which i never been doing for such a long time or should i say its very seldom for me to answer back cus im always trying to be patient. and he was like yadah yadah to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i talk too much. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-5018881512254845548?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/5018881512254845548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=5018881512254845548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5018881512254845548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/5018881512254845548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-was-on-my-way-to-dance-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-1555414622396271084</id><published>2007-02-03T00:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:10:50.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was kinda late for work. reach vivo and i ran with my flare skirt like as if im wearing a pants. but goodness, my senior is great. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, selina perm her hair and she looks so gorgeous. i jaw drop when i saw her. oouhh lala.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you, her hair and my hair can be a siamese twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and selina let me off early today. i went to toys 'r' us after that. bought sister's friend a kelly doll for her birthday. since my sister going to her birthday party without anything, im the one who had to come out with the present. i just hope this two toddlers will have fun tomorrow at KFC at 888 plaza since they reserved that place for that little girl's birthday. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminded me when i am primary one. i had my 6th birthday at MacDonald. i was the princess there. with a very preety dress. but sadly, i was suffering on a very high fever plus asthma. so i was like still the anti-social girl and in the same time, i was not really feel like its my birthday. especially when this boy friend of yours blow your candle. great isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;but i know, i got alot of barbie dolls. and all those dolly stuff. and i miss that castle with a key provided. and sadly, my grandma gave that JB girl. rahhh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. wadever. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im going to dance. yeah yeah. i cant wait =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-1555414622396271084?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/1555414622396271084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=1555414622396271084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/1555414622396271084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/1555414622396271084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-kinda-late-for-work_6932.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-2578645266281792413</id><published>2007-02-02T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:22:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to dance shortly. it seems like me and Liyana will only be going. since shima dont wanna go. nevermind but then, i hope to see Dee there or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if only we can made a copy of our heart and sell it on shops.  So that the buyer would know how we feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go again to my wonderland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-2578645266281792413?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/2578645266281792413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=2578645266281792413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2578645266281792413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2578645266281792413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-going-to-dance-shortly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-474237654342770081</id><published>2007-02-01T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:40:52.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im having flu and sore eyes. its irritating-ly irritating. and i have to go to work later. kat want to turn up at 1 but then i told her that i had send sis to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat: eh, you can come earlier not? like 1?&lt;br /&gt;mai: i cant ah. i had to send sis to school.&lt;br /&gt;kat: today you maid uh?&lt;br /&gt;mai: i always maid ah. haha&lt;br /&gt;kat: then nvm lor. i kill you?&lt;br /&gt;mai: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gave up.  its worthless to change it when they doesnt even matter a single thing.  and they didnt even realise about it. like mas says, "there is always a reason behind all this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-474237654342770081?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/474237654342770081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=474237654342770081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/474237654342770081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/474237654342770081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-having-flu-and-sore-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8411047473032926646</id><published>2007-02-01T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:43:24.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel very bad when im at home. there's reason which i kept it as unknown. but i know that i was having the urge of running away. im getting sick and tired. but then, thank god there's such thing as a same age aunty in my life, mas, to lend me her shoulder hear what im going through and all of my sorrows. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went out with mas to town after i had a heart which weigh like theres 10kg. went to heeren cus she wanna buy Panic! at the disco cd since she have been stalking their everyday lives in youtube. haha. and she bought this Kerrang magazine and another music magazine. i forgot what was it. and i came across husaini who is listening to dont what album. haha. nice to bump into you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then, we both went home. bounce back to marina bay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was intending to when home late late at night. i dont feel like going home seriously. but sister have her homework getting ready to guide her along the way. so i had too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why life have to tough sometime?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-8411047473032926646?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8411047473032926646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8411047473032926646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8411047473032926646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8411047473032926646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-very-bad-when-im-at-home_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-9148491896156893374</id><published>2007-02-01T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:42:52.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel very bad when im at home. there's reason which i kept it as unknown. but i know that i was having the urge of running away. im getting sick and tired. but then, thank god there's such thing as a same age aunty in my life, mas, to lend me her shoulder hear what im going through and all of my sorrows. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went out with mas to town after i had a heart which weigh like theres 10kg.  went to heeren cus she wanna buy Panic! at the disco cd since she have been stalking their everyday lives in youtube. haha. and she bought this Kerrang magazine and another music magazine. i forgot what was it. and i came across husaini who is listening to dont what album. haha. nice to bump into you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then, we both went home. bounce back to marina bay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was intending to when home late late at night. i dont feel like going home seriously. but sister have her homework getting ready to guide her along the way. so i had too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why life have to tough sometime?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-9148491896156893374?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/9148491896156893374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=9148491896156893374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9148491896156893374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/9148491896156893374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-very-bad-when-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-2368227971168271387</id><published>2007-01-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:26:52.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had a nightmare. nono. not really a nightmare. its a dream whereby i confess all of my hidden feelings. err...scary yet a relieve feeling. hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ouh. today im on standby but im not really looking forward to go to work.  im so lazy to work.  But if im off, i wanna went out with mas or something.  i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and im maybe going on a vacation with noryaaa. big MAYBE. and i hope everything is fine yeah women. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aiyoh. please dont call me, i lazy to work.  hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-2368227971168271387?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/2368227971168271387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=2368227971168271387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2368227971168271387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/2368227971168271387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-3978042995570837976</id><published>2007-01-29T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:35:17.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet tooth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im off to work soon and i feel like i got to blogging so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum is karaoke-ing again. i think that goes under her&lt;em&gt; hobbies&lt;/em&gt;  list.  And i miss working in Vivo City cus for the pass few days, i have been transfer to paragon and other places but alot of times at paragon. i miss my katrina, kala and suzi and all. vicky the most. i havent seen her for like 3 weeks i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, i think im getting my new uniform later. cus when i went to paragon outlet, all of them wonder why arent i not wearing my new uniform. though, my new uniform is not a 3/4 pants =(&lt;br /&gt;but a skirt. seriously, i look more to a seondary school girl. but hack lah, cus its either that skirt or a long pants which made me look like a small girl wearing a office pants. ee. hhaha. okok. wadever. i think im off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im having that part of the month where i eat chocolate non-stop again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-3978042995570837976?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/3978042995570837976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=3978042995570837976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3978042995570837976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/3978042995570837976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-off-to-work-soon-and-i-feel-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-176593336084725199</id><published>2007-01-28T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T06:55:23.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just dont get it all you people.  I've done all those thing even though i feel im like hating you forever. but then, i decided to do it for the sake of respect. But ouh, what did i get? no thank you, and top of that, you kinda blame for another party who is so dearly wrong himself. Its sickening to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey you, i was just asking something which belong to me. And you sincerely finish it without asking me about it. and thank you for slaming that door right on my face. Seriously, you need to do some reflection to yourself. cus all this year, i gave in to you but you just dont realize because of  your ouh so devil-lish attitude. sometimes i just feel like hating you forever. But mostly, i try to treasure as what we are. But you just still dont get it. You just want all for yourself without thinking of others, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to treat you anymore. Sometimes, wi would seat in the room thinking how to make our quarrel less and more bonding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But argh, youre just a sick in my head now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-176593336084725199?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/176593336084725199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=176593336084725199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/176593336084725199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/176593336084725199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-dont-get-it-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-7522558984286054145</id><published>2007-01-28T01:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:55:12.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riddles on Saturday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rbxk3ue4AdI/AAAAAAAAACc/TGOkA0bU2os/s1600-h/Picture37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025002192771744210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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tell me to take some food home later. and im eating mas black forest cadbury chocolate. its heaven but i still love my hazelnut cadbury chocolate. heee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since today im not working, i wanna watch dance floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like, its my first sunday that i never work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love yellow butterfly &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-7522558984286054145?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/7522558984286054145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=7522558984286054145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7522558984286054145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/7522558984286054145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-saturday-filled-with-laughter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/Rbxk3ue4AdI/AAAAAAAAACc/TGOkA0bU2os/s72-c/Picture37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-8547391289611153039</id><published>2007-01-28T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:30:11.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to dance. shima was late but its ok. cus im late myself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. we were abit late for mr cho class. but it was ok. jennifer class is a hot and sweaty dance practice. and the air con never seems to work. make us feeling theres free sona around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy that we both communicate with rul again. its been a long time since we all had a good joke after all those small "silence quarrel" suring our last year dance practice. :p&lt;br /&gt;im happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to banquet causeway with miss shima. i ate hotplate horfan fish fillet. and miss shima? aha. she ate this sweet and sour chicken rice thingy. looks yum yum. ok. hungry now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. bath and change. went out and meet melly,syauqi, husaini,syafiq and ezz. we all went to arab street. thought house of japan is like a sooo a nice shop or whatsoever. but turn out to be a ...ermmm...ok. nice to see the shop i guess :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to town. went to forum.  we went to toy 'r' us. taking pictures with head gears and all. costumes and ponies. playing games and ride on those kiddy rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnn waited for ezz girlfriend from work. we sat at macdonald and cracking our brain hard enough to solve syauqi's riddle to win that 8 bucks. ahaha. and  after we all like think for more than like 20 minutes, i kinda get the answer lah. but i wont take the reward =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk to somerset trying to solve one another riddle.  birds, &lt;em&gt;nasi, &lt;/em&gt;jagung, ikan bilis helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singapore win win win !! cant wait for finals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-8547391289611153039?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/8547391289611153039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=8547391289611153039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8547391289611153039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/8547391289611153039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116979345534330744</id><published>2007-01-26T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:37:35.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gettng sick and tired of my computer. seriously, it feel like it needs some smacking fun from me. if i could be a warrior for killing virus and turn into bits, small enough to appear in the cyber world, i would kill all those mites or whatsoever which had playing around with my comp. sickening stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant upload pictures i guess. i cant click on those drop down anymore. i just need a Bill Gates or something beside me. or a computer whiz or something. something which make my computer brand new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i had to be patient till tomorrow night. i think i had to ask my mas mas to help me. if she cant have the solution then, that would be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, yeah, today off and tomorrow too. ive been online and when the computer is dead, i went reading my book at the corner of my room. so far, i have finish this book on Ugly. now im going to another of  Scott Westerfield's 2nd edition, the Pretties. yourll should go and read =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116979345534330744?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116979345534330744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116979345534330744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116979345534330744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116979345534330744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gettng-sick-and-tired-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116957201960541730</id><published>2007-01-23T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:08:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;read chapters after chapters on "Uglies" from Scott Westerfield and couldnt stop thinking about it. questions after question knocking out from my head. confusion hit me preety well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was on my bed, glued my eyes on the paragraphs printed this page Uglies, and i heard grandma's voice. I quickly stood up and step fast to the living room. Grandma and mas came bringing wonderful food. I miss grandma so dearly. Im so busy that i have no time to visit her. not like those nitec times, where after school, or during our break time, i would visit grandma at home and eat her food. And would entertain my aunty's son on his Ultraman vcd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grandma left after staying for 1 hour. It was not enough for me. But it was getting late. She gave me a warmth kiss on my cheek and forehead which would last me forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should sleep over at my grandma house this weekend or something. But i guess grandma would go Johor for some relatives stuff. But at least, i can runaway from home for 24hour since dad and mum is like having war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i could be crazy with mas at her house and talk about our endless jokes and foolish games. and we could have a night walk and have alot of those junk food. nice-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116957201960541730?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116957201960541730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116957201960541730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116957201960541730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116957201960541730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/read-chapters-after-chapters-on-uglies_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116948410810994752</id><published>2007-01-23T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:48:06.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/168522/misslove3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/575043/misslove3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant bare to see you getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the same time, i cant bare to let myself getting hurt sacrificing to the other party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gave in to much in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made alot of sacrifices in my life which i kept it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i lock it under where it belong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;under a heart which had suffer enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just, let me do the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/168522/misslove3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116948410810994752?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116948410810994752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116948410810994752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116948410810994752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116948410810994752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-bare-to-see-you-getting-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116948320901730506</id><published>2007-01-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:26:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;work at bugis space outlet today. they made my day =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im super talkative today. seriously. nadrah and diana is the babe who followed me to caused a scene at the outlet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there was this women, i was like serving her. and she then speak to me in chinese and i was like, "HUH??".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nadrah, me, and the women's boyfriend laughing. ahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the chinese women talking to me like im a professional mandarin speaker and me, my "huh??" was like so low and sooo ya..low huh. ahaha. i dont know how to explain it in words. but its damn funny that i and nadrah kept laughing. ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and diana and nadrah says that  i look like an indonesian. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of course i am an indonesian. i think those &lt;em&gt;red indian&lt;/em&gt; ones live in some lost forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i went home with nadrah. since were taking the same train. we kept talking like an indonesian women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im looking forward for out outing with diana after 10 feb.  i hope we wont forget about it :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the conversation we had played over and over again in my head =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116948320901730506?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116948320901730506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116948320901730506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116948320901730506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116948320901730506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-at-bugis-space-outlet-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116931083844290729</id><published>2007-01-21T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:10:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dance early in the morning with my loveable booboo instead of following dad cycle to khatib to that fishing place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yana and me eat eat inside the bus like our mustdo basis. ahah! we ate currypuff. those mamas one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we laugh here and there like spastic women like always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and waited for our dear vernie. ahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hug her after such a long vacation from each other. she nearly choke. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeah, we went to dance. mr cho, just please, treat us like those times. cus i really miss those times with all those jokes. argh. and that miss pig, go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/836771/Picture49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/910999/Picture49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/795631/Picture50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/125908/Picture50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/186072/Picture51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/786528/Picture51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/196150/Picture52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/663346/Picture52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verne was not there cause she was late. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. went home. eat inside the bus again. ahah! funny funny! beside us got some ghost wanna like possesed liyana. ahaha! i dont know how to explain here but yeah. ahha. then yana went down and beng hui alight the bus. we talk talk crapness plus stupidity-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home, bath, pray, and get ready to meet shima. she wanna go shopping. went to bugis. it was raining. i loike. thank goodness i brought umbrella. ahaa. and i love to the the mee pok tah there. heee~&lt;br /&gt;and walk around and i was hungry again. shima dont let me eat so much. cus she dont feel like. hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she bought two tops. and it is so hard when there is no fitting room i tell you. you must like estimate whether she fits or not. ahaha. then we went to town to meet melly, husaini,syauqi and syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to heeren and walk to shaw house. cus thought of sit around at Mc Cafe. turn out that i feel like sitting at Coffeebean cus the McCafe seem soooo...naahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to wheelock. and saw 4 dude standing at the traffic light. seem so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;i smack both of the two guys bag from behind. ahaha. the two guys was shock. ahahah. it was husaini and syafiq. and melly syauqi was there too. ahaha. then they all wanna go makan.&lt;br /&gt;then shima meet her friend and yeah, we seat at Coffeebean and drank our Snapple and this Double chocolate muffin. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/763501/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/117985/Picture48.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/572572/Picture45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/908450/Picture45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/793925/Picture42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/487853/Picture42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/260499/Picture26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/269607/Picture26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/835989/Picture25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/641581/Picture25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/540276/Picture24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/222185/Picture24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/731489/Picture21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/788324/Picture21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/56639/Picture22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/329357/Picture22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/394667/Picture20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/469628/Picture20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/779494/Picture17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/704126/Picture17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/964694/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/605446/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/456206/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/480114/Picture13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/892121/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/652256/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was qualified to take ugly photos =DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and another nice  saturday was spent. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116931083844290729?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116931083844290729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116931083844290729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116931083844290729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116931083844290729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-dance-early-in-morning-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116918776695570628</id><published>2007-01-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:22:46.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn out today was just a seating on bed and reading books consist of more than 400 pages. and im filled those boring moments with cooking, sweeping the floor and being a geek infront of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge to drag myself to shing shiong. eat those icy ice kacang top with loads of corns. yummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so cant wait for prison break next week. my honey boyfriend is like escaping or something from prison. and his making me so anxious to watch him do it on national television next week. aaahah! i like wentworth miller lah. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/263022/muchinaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/770245/muchinaman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahaha. see see the picture. wooohoooo!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lalala &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116918776695570628?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116918776695570628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116918776695570628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116918776695570628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116918776695570628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/turn-out-today-was-just-seating-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116914015523631441</id><published>2007-01-19T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T09:09:15.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at then you know it, tomorrow im off.&lt;br /&gt;zoo is canceled due to some 'changes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im looking forward for tomorrow but the other side of me is telling me to push that day off me. i feel like wasting myself up tomorrow. i feel like visiting singapore's past and bring back to life. visiting kampong glam, chinatown or fort canning would be a good deal. maybe. or the singapore art museam. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see hows tomorrow first. dont tell me im gonna end up at town again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i was posted to work at china square centre. its like damn quiet and boring. seriously. and mable and xiao wei ( i think thats her name), were nice peeps. mable is coming to vivo this sunday to work. so im gonna see you then babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go read my storybook and buzz off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116914015523631441?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116914015523631441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116914015523631441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116914015523631441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116914015523631441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-then-you-know-it-tomorrow-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116905491123725838</id><published>2007-01-18T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:37:21.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was such a letdown today.&lt;br /&gt;but out with mas was time where i could be free from the cold world.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i have a wonderful aunty which i couldnt ask for more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you mas mas! &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday working at paragon and i have no comment on them. how could they let me work on friday where i have promise my sayangs to go to the zoo? and when i talk to catherine about it, she gave me chance by working till 4. like wth? i think when i reach the gate of the zoo, it will be closed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they like giving me all this clothes of uniform to try. saying that, we all getting new uniform from the new collections. and of all of those uniforms, i took this puffy top and a skirt. seriously, i look like a school girl. i know i am lah eh. but i prefer wearing those bermudas with that top. but then that bermuda was suppose to wear an ugly top and a long cardigan. errr..ugly. so skirt it is. im gonna be freezing obviously in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like a worst sister in the world who teaching sister not i na proper way. im just too stressed up liana. im sorry. but thank you for being so sweet of asking why am i so down when i was lying in the dark in the living room. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/587970/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/422543/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/483178/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/638533/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116905491123725838?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116905491123725838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116905491123725838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116905491123725838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116905491123725838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-such-letdown-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116878681091779037</id><published>2007-01-14T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:16:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. parents not home now. i wonder whether mum is working or she is out with my daddy and sis. hmm...but ouh so THANK GOODNESS that the karaoke marathon is like sooo soo O-V-E-R! haha. and guess what, when i was going to work just now under my block, i heard my mum's friends voice from downstairs. like so loud lah my speaker! ahah. i wonder did anyone made any complaint? ahah. cus if im not wrong, myprevious home like 3 years ago, got 'saman'. aahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. work. i realise im starting to talk to suzi more often and getting socialize with her then we did before. and i realise my colleague is starting to talk to each other. not like last time. its like so quiet. argh. and my katrina came just now with her husband. she so preety lah. with or without make up. gorgeous garfield you. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went home with muhammad. he went to his cousin which is the same block as me. yeaps yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/793634/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/512261/Picture11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum inspired me to sing since i am little. i remember following her singing Ziana Zain when i was 4 years old. Singing to the standing fan to make as my ouh so uber cool microphone. ahaha! and i remembered primary 2, i remembered that i starting to read words easily already and saw mum singing this duet song from Ziana Zain and Awie from this Album of hers. Then mum tell me to be the 'Ziana' and she be the 'Awie'. and we would duet and duet. then when my family starting to move to admiralty, i was primary 3. when im bored, i will always which on the stereo and plug in my favourite microphone and sing songs from siti nurhaliza like what the hell. ahah. so loud lah. and mum was sleeping cus from there on, she was starting to work night shift. ahah. i wonder how she stand it. when dad's friend came or visitors and when my parents would open those karaoke machine, they would tell me to sing one of those malay songs. and i would sing like some ass wanabe superstar. wth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ouh. when im at weddings with mum. i just hate it when mummy force me to sing at the karaoke machine. i would be begging not to go but turn out that i would be at the front there with a face saying, "i hate this". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really miss those moments. but mums never fails to force me to do something what she wants. seriously. not only singing. even to model and dancing on stage for that small concert on raya and weddings. it serously embarrasing. ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you ask me about dancing. im not so sure. ahah. i just know that when i was primary 2, dad open this song and i would dance until the whoe cd song finish playing all those songs. its crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i miss those days. how i wish that i would spent my weekends with them like those little toddlers time. when i work and see those teenagers with their mum and dadand their family and they seem so happy. they really are making me envy them and making me feel like a worst daughter or something. i just dont know. but hey, im tryna look at the brightside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. someone please turn me into a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SUPERMODELDANCINGSINGERGIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116878681091779037?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116878681091779037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116878681091779037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116878681091779037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116878681091779037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116873978375049925</id><published>2007-01-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:00:02.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a no choice to wake up scene when i saw the clock show its nakes tick tock at 9.00am. and the exact time, my dad, and my mum and her friends from work which consist like of 4 people included this&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'bapok' an&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a guy&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; came to my house to some 'karaoke-ing'. i think i should call it karaoke marathon. cause it seems to be nonn-stop singing contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk out my room with the towel cover my face and hair cause my hair look like an afro turn into a lion at that moment. and i kinda peep and saw the guy standing and sing. i was like, "trying to be a superstar isit?". eee! okok. mum gonna kill me if i tell her. but i think im gonna tell her anyway. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bath and all. and i heard this women voice. not bad not bad. but nice nice nice nice suddenly loose the tone of the song. i kinda giggled in the showers. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went out of the bath room with everything on and go salam they all. including the bapok. she really look like a girl ok. i mean, she do &lt;em&gt;it. &lt;/em&gt;she really look a minah that kinda but i think much decent. she ragged lah. aahah. and there was this moment before when i ask my mum like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt;"ma, kawan mama yang bapok tu ikut eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;"tak baik panggil dier bapok. dier dah jadi girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt;"err.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. wadever it is, i feel weird salam-ing that so call girl ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wish to hear HER sing though. hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im like needa get ready to work. starting at 12 and im still sleepy. ahhhh! smack me please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116873978375049925?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116873978375049925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116873978375049925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116873978375049925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116873978375049925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-no-choice-to-wake-up-scene-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116870568981445170</id><published>2007-01-14T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:02:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/34656/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/415603/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with iza, and 4 bastards (syafiq,husaini,asyik,syauqi). ahaha. we went to marina square. went to topshop and mr syauqi bought himself a pair of jeans. and the 3 guys came and if im not wrong, my syafiq bought himself a jacket. i guess. uh huh. and then we went to Creative. and i like this small small tv lah. its like soo the WOAH! haha. and ouh ouh, our mr syauqi here bought himself a $179 Creative mp3 player. bravo bravo. ahaha. then we went to eat! and i bought myself a grilled chicken with additional rice. niceeeeeee! i love love the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to ARCADE! we all played the Daytona car racing. ahahaa. over 6 people i got 4th. shit! ahaha. that husaini bang my car. you watch out you. ahahah. or else i got 1st =ppp&lt;br /&gt;then play this game. ahaha. best lah that one. i play with syafiq then i lose. then syafiq play with asyik. then syafiq lose. then asyik play with husaini. then syauqi. ahaha. and i play this push push game with melly. ahahaha. i win i win! lalala~ then verses syauqi. i win i win! ahah! ok. shuddup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cam whore here and there then i, melly and syauqi went home seperately cus i live in the north. ouh yeah. and the 3 guys, syafiq, hus and asyik went to have some shesha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/653223/Picture35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/207770/Picture35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/4987/Picture42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/395746/Picture42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/944876/Picture34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/790880/Picture34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/231057/Picture50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/135292/Picture50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/430127/Picture47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/937962/Picture47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/225659/Picture46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/78035/Picture46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/197233/Picture32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/867107/Picture32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/292904/Picture55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/819241/Picture55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know. its quite gay. ahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/468815/Picture53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/838874/Picture53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/788454/Picture27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/842863/Picture27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/419863/Picture72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/455254/Picture72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/897224/Picture25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/929354/Picture25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;im the cheong! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/518872/Picture19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/492405/Picture19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see how those people react behind us four. ahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/156946/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/829901/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/852679/Picture80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/68376/Picture80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116870568981445170?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116870568981445170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116870568981445170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116870568981445170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116870568981445170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-fun-went-out-with-iza-and-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116865780567336752</id><published>2007-01-13T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:10:05.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday working was a torture.  the air con was getting preety cold and worst, it was raining outside which making it much  more colder. sweet jennyfer borrow me her 'somethinglikeashawlthingybutweird'. but still, it doesnt make any difference. it so damn cold that im searching for the right spot to warm myself up. and ouh ouh, and steaming the clothes didnt even making me warm =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like preventing myself from peeping at my watch all else i'll be more calculative about the time and ask myself why is the time so slow? so yeah, closing and all and my jennyfer trying alot of clothes whether to buy it or not. as for me, i try this top and ouh, see nice, but then whenn tryyy....eeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. then when home, take the train going to marina bay so i can bounce back. cus im not feeling well you see. i dont wanna faint again infront of those bloody crowd. and i miss my Supernatural show! rahh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily.  and i feel like there's 10kg on my head knocking me out to go to sleep as soon as i possibly could. so reach home, bath and went to sleep straight. i was shivering non-stop. then fever. high fever. dad thought of sending me to the hospital. and i was like nono. then sleep sleep sleep and here i am now, just wake up. havent bath yet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better but then still im still suffering from fever. but then i should be feeling better by noon or something. yeah. and sad thing, my medicine for fever finish already =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116865780567336752?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116865780567336752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116865780567336752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116865780567336752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116865780567336752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-working-was-torture.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116858590414327515</id><published>2007-01-12T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:11:44.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning i was having a fever and a bad bad flu. argh. and eat medicine and it was getting preety ok. send sister to school and drop off causeway a while to buy mum's umbrella at espirit. and im still feel sicky.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i had to go to work. and i receive a call from jennyfer and i was suppose to start at 2 but it turn out that i thought that it starts at 5. but lucky, i have a sweet senior who let me come at 5. heee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mum cook pizza after i suggest her to do one. i loike~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wanna eat alot alot and hope i wont die on the floor of GG&gt;5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116858590414327515?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116858590414327515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116858590414327515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116858590414327515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116858590414327515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-morning-i-was-having-fever-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116853386725513522</id><published>2007-01-12T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:44:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. this is sick. i try to like upload all those pictures of the preety people i went out with with on friday and saturday and what did the blogger gave me? rubbish! ahhaa. teruk lah this thing. nevermind nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so friday was chalet. went to beng hui's chalet and yeah, it made my friday.  re-uniting with some of the old schoolmates and classmates makes me think about the days we had in secondary school. doing stupid stuff like playing cathing around the school. and ouh, its the whole class. ahah! and sec 1 soo the naugthy! the most naughty class among all the sec 1. ahaha. punishment after punishment. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. back back to chalet. i went after work and meet siree at vivo and yeah, adi boo us from behind and yadah yadah, we reach raffles and meet jerevin. and that hazhim was late. ahah. so we wait and he came and raech the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys play True or Dare but we play only Dare. no true. ahah. so i like shuffle the cards and let them choose and the one who gets the joker have to do the dare. ahah. kai yuan had to suck his toe instead of licking hazhim dirty foot. haha. and beng hui had to lick the whole stretch of wall. ahah! we all were like laughing. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then, yaya all. went home with hazhim, adi, and yong ji. we were late for the last train. so we ride a cab to tampines to ride a straight bus to woodlands. and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. at last met that husaini. thanks to melly and syauqi. ahaha. there were like 5 of us. hus,mel,syauqi and syafiq. ahaha. syafiq is hus bff. like omg. ahah. we had fun. went to suntec too. and i play xbox with that hus and play boxing. ahahhaa. okok. hus win hus win. and poor baby melly. she have a bad sore throat. and now she already recover. cant wait to hear her voice back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, is THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my prisonbreak. my boyfriend. wahaha. cus i was like at town with mas and we bought alot of stuff lah. ahahaha. and ouh, i nearly fell and i was posing like some dork lah, preventing from falling. ahah. and mas had to be in the scene too. huhu. yeah. im real tired. ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. tomorrow working at 5 till closing. better than 12 to closing. huhuuu.. tatas machine and angels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116853386725513522?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116853386725513522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116853386725513522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116853386725513522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116853386725513522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116844803722236516</id><published>2007-01-11T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:53:57.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updating sooooon. all those pictures from my last weekends.  AS i get alot of free time, as im not tired, as im not having so much busy time and feeling bored. yeah, after all that, i will update. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just kidding&lt;/em&gt;. the blogger picture thingy is not working in my internet and why is that so ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116844803722236516?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116844803722236516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116844803722236516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116844803722236516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116844803722236516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/updating-sooooon.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116782977073329455</id><published>2007-01-03T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:19:01.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought of spending myself at orchard road and just spending sometime with my shadow was a day which i thought would make a sunshine in me glow and let the darkside of me be drawn out. but yet, it didnt. it is such a letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of being so angsty. i feel like that empty feeling in me kept waiting to be filled with happiness plus a cup of love by friends and families. but then, i feel like there's a funeral which is prepared for me and songs by eisley be played. how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather be sick than healthy. cus sometimes, i find there's no point of being so healthy and be hurt in same times. i rather be in bed and dream of being a princess of another world and just dont ever wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im in love with Porcelain and the Tramps. especially their song, Fuck like a Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and rain, please wont stop till i stop dropping a tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116782977073329455?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116782977073329455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116782977073329455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116782977073329455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116782977073329455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-of-spending-myself-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116775959018022781</id><published>2007-01-03T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:39:50.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work.  yes. work. work wasnt really making me work. seriously, it need to built up my stamina much more than standing there and having ear worms in my head and waiting for the time to pass up like hyper rocket. and ouh, yourll know tights? girls. you should know. if you dont, you seriously need to learn the art of fashion. cus this women, she thought that tights is a normal 3/4 pants which is like to wear just like that and ya, she wore it like that. which isnt suppose to be. and like omg, she wore it and its like show everything. too tight lah women. ahaha. grab a book and learn what is fashion. gogo. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and met massie after work. sorry for being late. like always. and we ate macdonalds. we talk about work and all the weird customers we had. ahahah! and ouh, the wing of a fly was stuck in my mayonaise which made it stuck fully and it just kept moving its leg and all. and it made me stop eating that mayo of mine. and the weird thingis that it was stuck upside down. and it stop for awhile i think. so i guess it was getting bored to death. too tired and it died. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank too much that i seriously need to go to the toilet. ahaha. and too bad, i was stuck in a transport which named by human, MRT. nd it was yishun and i decided to take a seat for while. and too bad, fate let be seat beside a physco bangla. and ouh my gawd, he is making me tense and irritated. he kept looking. and if move a single inch, he will like look. and i will be like looking at him back and giving him that small tiny side look. ehhe. and argh. still no change abit. then sembawang came and he walk to the door. while waiting for the door to open, he look. and i stare he one kind. ahaha. and like..err..&lt;em&gt;jeling&lt;/em&gt; at him. i think the makcik beside me, and this chinese women infront of me and this man know why i did that. honestly, when i was sitting there, i feel like show him middle finger, and poke his eyes alot of times and kick him out of the mrt and tell him to get a proper eyeball cause his one just dont have a good condition. and ouh, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tml, im off. i wana go out with ati! ahah. i miss her loads. and ask eileen along but she is busy with some stuff. so yeah. looking forward for tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my siblings already grown up lah. my sister is already primary 2 for gdness sake. and my bro, sec 4! like omg. so fast. its like just yesterday, when they were primary 1 and sec 3. aaha. and me, if i were in school now, i will be in higer nitec. insya'allah eh. ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116775959018022781?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116775959018022781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116775959018022781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116775959018022781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116775959018022781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2007/01/work.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/200/281992/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/375265/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/200/400124/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/299683/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/200/465955/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/346917/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/200/567150/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last i got my paper prata. ehehe. and ouh. my mama is minah. ahah&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/998674/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/200/8742/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . selamat hari raya. and happy new year. &lt;em&gt;im so not looking forward for it lahhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116757151240064092?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116757151240064092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116757151240064092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl was a one-time teenage drama queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hyped up, everyday wannabe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she'll have changed her destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she's a somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl was a wild child dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she'll find herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she believes in nothing else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you'll look back when you won't believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl was me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah ouh yeah. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, i went out today. instead of visiting for hari raya haji, my family went out to ikea and bugis and stuff. seriously, its been a long time since we have done all this. yes, spent some quality time together. but it was not complete cause my brother was not there. we went to shop around. ikea was nice. crowded. i want the hotdog but then the quenue was taking forever so we take cab and went to bugis. yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis, dad pamper my mum by buying her favourite jeans. and blah blah. i got a bag for myself. and yeah, all of us buy something for ourself. since we have been working 24/7. and my mum has got my fever. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: ma, pakai contact lens biler malam je uh. you nyer muke garang ah. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: mama macam minahhh =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mama: huh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: ahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116757073202344901?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116757073202344901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo ct or 'bimbo' ct with mas. had to bring along sik kecik. went like at 9.15pm. ahaha. very late.&lt;br /&gt;and ouh. we nearly missed our last train. and i swear, all the passengers who wanna ride the last train were running. including the geek here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tml HARI RAYA HAJI!! eheh. selamat hari raya everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116749985276651620?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116749985276651620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116749985276651620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back from the clinic and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this first room and all. the doctor check and send me to take this thing call nebuliser treatment whereby i have to breath from this oxygen tank or something. kinda make me sooo sleeepy. and ouh, makes me very shaky after that. and yeah, see this nurse. ahahah! i see her again. and she was like, "how come i see you again? i just see on last october. i suppose to see you next year leh" =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to take that inhaler everyday instead of only take it when having the asthma attacks. leceh you know like this. but what to do. yeaps yeaps. err..went to the doctor again. and ouh, she thinks im younger. i know man. im such small small girl . ehehe. and hmm..i gain weight. eheheheh!!! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me loads of medicine to take to let all my sickness to be preety good instead of attacking me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. pharmacy and all. went to eat lunch. i was so wanna eat the prata lah. paper prata with chocolate!! wah. and got so many varieties of pratas i tell you. it makes me go googoogaga. ahahaha! woah. but too bad. it was over for prata mania. cus it was already noon. =( how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to woodland loop. some factory sell satay. bought a walnut cake and brownie too. and i so feel like im in a malaysia lakin. very the confirm the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw some stray dogs and cats today. cute. and i thought the dogs were dead. they were sleeping as if they were shot by a supergirl like me. ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116746383035078022?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116746383035078022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116744505227711537</id><published>2006-12-30T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:17:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad came back =)&lt;br /&gt;means my hari raya haji will be complete instead of being incomplete without one of the members in the family.&lt;br /&gt;his 'trip' will be delayed. or he need to do something so that he whouldnt have to go.&lt;br /&gt;prayers answered-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im taking mc again. im sick again.nono. its not that im sick again. i havent rec0ver ever since saturday. so im going to the polyclinic and yeah, ask for better medicine and a new asthma inhaler cus it seems like i cant survive with it. and ouh, it lost. so yeah. new new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, natalie is such a nice girl. she's a new part timer but she relieve at my outlet yesterday. cant talk much because it was too crowded. but gawd, i wanna talk to her like forever. and ouh, got one time i was talking to her about mylonggrandmastory and selina or my senior came and tell me to shut my mouth. wahaa. she didnt scold me. she just tell me. ahaha. my seniors are great. they are like a sister to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because they let me off earlier everytime when i needed =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not looking forward for the new year. seriously, the memories of 2006 make me wanna stay. and 2005 is calling back to go to the past. i miss my 4t1 jerks and biatchs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhk ouhk. im going im going.&lt;br /&gt;and im craving for prata egg =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nurul: maii .. mai. sik lapar je. sakit tak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sakit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116734979345137386</id><published>2006-12-29T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:49:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now. its like 7.36am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why am i waking up so early for. it seems like having a quest to make. which is to see my father to be away for quite sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i huged and tell him to take care and always pray. telling him im gonna miss him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;tell me to take care of the siblings and all.&lt;br /&gt;missing him dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116732271991314213</id><published>2006-12-29T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:36:10.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got my result. not happy with it. but then i guess i can be in higher nitec though. i hope i hope. i get like 3.1069. yeaps. ok lah ehhh..i though i got more than that =p&lt;br /&gt;i studied very hard ok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, went to work and there was somebody behind me. and it was this boy. kept ehem ehem. i was so argh. and that boy suddenly pronounce my name. turn out to be beng hui. -_-&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. went to vivo with him. got this girl name evelyn.and not his girlfriend. wahha! yeaps. nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, met them. evelyn went home. then i and beng hui went to eat for dinner at kfc. yum yum. ahaha. after loads of chats, we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss you dad &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;=(((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116732271991314213?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116732271991314213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116732271991314213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116732271991314213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116732271991314213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-my-result.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116706561827001436</id><published>2006-12-26T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:01:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its raining. and rain is coming in. i didnt bother to close the window.&lt;br /&gt;the rain drops, pitter patter. cool and cosy night.&lt;br /&gt;answered prayers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still trying to figure out this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, just take my hands and bring me to a new world. thats just simply will do. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>the temperature has went down. still have that sick feeling on me. and OUH, giddiness, never failed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to work today but i havent recovered fully and i dont even feel like working. =p&lt;br /&gt;so i sms selina and told her that i havent recover from my fever yet. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand my parents sometimes. i will help if i could. but im weak. and you expect me to do house chorus. but then, there is no use of complaining about it sometimes. cus it wont improve over times. i just do it but in a slower pace. i just pretend it was just a small breeze swept away across my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and medicine has been a close friend. since i get sick often, i had to bring medicine with me everywhere i go. all else i faint again in some train again. and now, where did i put my asthma inhaler??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY PARENTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116703079360239756?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116703079360239756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116703079360239756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116703079360239756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116703079360239756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/temperature-has-went-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116696242833426130</id><published>2006-12-24T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:13:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fainted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. story began like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at work, i kept complaining that my tummy having this tiny weeny cramp feeling which just made me dont feel right. and it made me feel so weak. and i kept having feelings to puke. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then katrina let me off earlier at 10pm. so i drag myself to mrt, weak and in pain. and i dont know why is my left kidney feeling this small ache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, ride nel train and reach dhoby ghaut. at dhoby ghaut, i was already praying to get a seat in the train. but then fate, was unkind to me. it was crowded. then i was holding this pole and standing infront of this old apek. the feeling of puking was still there. i start praying that this pain will stop. then my head was going everywhere. it was so unbearable. then i decided to drop at bradell to take a seat over there and rest for awhile. so i was like saying excuse me and all and then my head head was all spinn up already. and the next thing i know. i was on the floor, sitting down, on the train. like omg! i fainted!! and the people around me was like helping me to get up. everybody eyes was glued to me. then the old apek who was sleeping just now gave the seat to me. the old ah ma beside him ask me whether im alone. and i was like ya in a weak way. and she was like aiyoh. then ask me where i stay. i say admiralty. then i decided to sleep. my head was still feeling the pain of spinning around in circles and it was feeling soo blank. nd while i was sleeping, i heard tihs small girl was like, "she sleeping". then people around me was like talking and talking. like i care. im sick for goodness sake. and the aunty beside me was like talking about panadol or something. actually, i feel like asking everyone for a sweet or something. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then i reach admiralty. when i was on my way out, people were looking at me. i know man. i just make a scene. i was the title of "the girl who fainted a minute ago". darn. so went out take escalator. i was having a feeling that im gonna faint again or something. i was like praying hard to keep myself safe. cross the road and reach home. i went straight to bed. without bathing or whatever. i felt soo weak. and now, im sick. high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, 1am in the morning, i vomit non stop. im gonna be soo skinny now. and i havent been eating proper. i just ate three toast bread and ate alot of those pills. went to bed. slept till 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im sick. and sorry siree. i cant make it to your party. i wish i was there =(&lt;br /&gt;and sorry bebe for not accompanying you to  go to siree's party. =(&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing, i dont have the need to go to work today. or else, i should be working from today till next saturday. no off. so goodluck to me. =((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116696242833426130?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116696242833426130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116696242833426130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really. msn, internet, music bores me rite this moment. and im at home all alone. ahha. kinda fun to think of it. cus i can blast my music out loud. uh huh. that explains alot of why am i so deaf sometimes. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and working was as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow im on standby. if im off tomorrow, maybe im heading to town and let out my sorrows out of something. and look at those christmas lights. and hmm..maybe check out massie on her work progress. and maybe, overnight at her house and talking about pig giving birth to horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. im bored, hungry, cold and yeah, i look like a spastic women in batik. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalakjdsfjkefsdjbcjbfvbdfmbgurgbsdjhwkfjkdhubtuwhruwjfivkinernciwngkjsdke. 63658169. who knows whose number is that?????? lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116680208760781462?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116662862649867261</id><published>2006-12-20T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:48:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selina let met off early today after asking them whether can i have break cus im verrrryyy hungry. :p&lt;br /&gt;and instead of letting me off to have my break, they let me off and to be free from todays work. ahaa. so i end at 8pm. i went admiralty straight instead of having my dinner at vivo. i can tell you, i am like a zombie, dragging her leg slowly to the mrt and kept day dreaming while im seating in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh, my uniform, the top, was kinda damp today due to no sunshine on my favourite weather, rain. so i was like wearing my giordano plain top lah. and jennyfer find it very casual and lend me this 'crop' to wear it on so i look much formal looking. its kinda ok i guess for people. i feel like a potato sack for goodness sake. with the texture so the same as a potato sack is, i feel much like it. and the time when i step out of the store room, kala saw what i was wearing and she was like, "what the hell???". ahahah! i started laughing myself. haha! and ouh,i serve a woman and she goes, "hey! and we have the same specs!" ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to going home, then i bought myself  a shrooms meal and upsize and upsize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst now. why is my dad hate it when i buy outside food?????&lt;br /&gt;there is not much food at home, &lt;em&gt;like always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh ya, dad told me that i am very the "cengkung' or skinnier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;always starve myself and pretends nothing happens. drinking milo to fill that empty tummy. thats explain why im so skinny. im jealous of other family cus their mum always cook for them nice meal and they could always eat and have a full tummy. but mine? my mum sleep and work 24/7. even off days. i understands that she is tired. so i dont bother. i just kept quiet. even though, some times and then, i complaint to her. lets dont sigh about this problem shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im happy for my friends. their family is so a happy family. spent quality times together and all. but mine doesnt. how i wish i could go back to childhood times. like it ever come true. hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and why isnt it raining? rain rain come come. i want you to fell down from the sky and come clean with me. i want you to wash all those sins in everybody's soul. wash wash away those fears and selfish hearts that make me seating in the corner and kept thinking about it, rain. rain rain, came down now. youre the only one who always fill in the emptiness in me. every sound of those drizzling noises, fill the story in my heart like a book of once upon a time =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116662862649867261?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116662862649867261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116662862649867261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116662862649867261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116662862649867261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/selina-let-met-off-early-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116657251876318314</id><published>2006-12-19T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:03:22.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET LOVEABLE NAUGHTY IRRITATING CUTE EATEABLE AND WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR AND AND WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR AND EATEABLE CUTE IRRITATING NAUGHTY LOVEABLE SWEET TO MY SIS,YUSLIANA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how your skinny sister here love you. &lt;333like&gt;i decided to bring sis and mas out. yeaps. went to vivo.went to toys r us. of course that birthday girl would love it. saw all those pink colour maniaure everywhere. and got this things happening for little girls. for customers with toysrus voucher, this little girls can dressed up as their desired princess and have a photoshoot and make up by jean yip. i can see my little sister want it even though she kept quiet. but its too expensive for me lah. and i have no toys r us voucher with me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so decided to go to eat at long john. then i saw someone. =p&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to eat at banquet. ate mee soto. share with sis. and mas ate her fishball noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we headed to orchard. went to isetan and bought my sis a remote control car. thinking of buying her a bratz doll. then she was like saing she want a remote control car. then i was thinking, i think a doll is boring. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. so we had fun. and OUH, i nearly loose my loveable sis! wahh! so drama i tell you. its like she wanna go down the staircase so much. so i told her ok lah. then i go down the escalator. then its like when were down. both of the staircase and the escalator is a different direction. she was like screaming "KAKAK! KAKAK!" i saw her and start waving. and she cant see me. and i started to call for her. and still cant see me. so its like she saw the train behind her. she nearly go in when its starting to close. wahh! i so scared lah. thank gwd she didnt go in. then she started to cry. by then i was running to her lah. then i came to her. she cry and cry. hugs&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/390318/Picture19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/630771/Picture19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/390318/Picture19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/9482/Picture18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/475893/Picture18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/360311/Picture17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/320747/Picture17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/759325/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/502368/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/626574/Picture14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/32160/Picture14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/601755/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/496624/Picture13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas long lost doll! and we were wondering isit her's or isit. mine and was like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mai: but yours is blur rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mas: no. mine was naked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/446042/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/525606/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/528777/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/29677/Picture11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/376297/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/522038/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/393693/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/601143/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/899679/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/546014/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/19040/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/189537/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/184207/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/616692/Picture6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/647794/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/615712/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/880829/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/849720/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/478496/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/600325/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/847466/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/206275/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/293302/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/796501/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OUH OUH, got this old wise woman who i sat beside. and from khatib to dhoby ghaut we talk. strangers to strangers. she started it first. and she thinks my sister was my daughter for goodness sake. like omg! nver! ahaha! and she is very wise. she was like telling me about life. she gave me hope to study hard after telling me about her daughter. saying that her daughter concentrate on studies until she got her master honest or something. and now earning like 14k a month! i was like woah! and i ask her what job. she told me she is a vice preseident of this bank. i can tell by her gold uber cool spectacle. it was like christian dior for goodness sake. wahhhh! and she was liike wearing gems bracelet and gold watch. but she is simple. yeap yeap. and they was this two chinese girls sitting infront of us. young teenager. wear all this nonsense outfits. and she told me about them. being vain and all. but i hate to say goodbye. hope to bump into her again. speaking to her is like im speaking to fairy godmother. ehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116657251876318314?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116657251876318314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116657251876318314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116657251876318314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116657251876318314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-belated-birthday-to-my-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116645130340287566</id><published>2006-12-18T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:15:03.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday working with those girls was preety alright. talking about boys.&lt;br /&gt;and a sudden subject came asking and it knock out the brain outta me. =pp&lt;br /&gt;and they were like, "syiok ah, heaven ah" i was like -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. and and yesterday, after working went to meet mas after both of us done with working.&lt;br /&gt;then we both were like walking towards the traffic light when everybody was like looking towards our direction. and i was thinking, since when im having a "FOOL OF CRAP" stamp on my head. turn out that there was  PAUL TWOHILL AND JASMINE LIKE BEHIND US. its  like ouhmygawd lah. i didnt realise it was paul until its like 2 minutees after. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like they both are like holding hands and yeah, swinging. so yeah, i think they are an item or something. i dont wanna spread rumours. but yeah, i just love the way they are =))))) &lt;em&gt;sweet love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went walking to cineleisure. yeap yeap. went eating at kfc. and leandra from singapore idol season 1 was just behind me with her boyfriend and her girlfriend. ahaha. i like her sore voice. ahah. but yeah. and OUH OUH its like we are the last human being left there again. and its like much worst that its like all the staff already went back and all. ahahhaa. and felt bad for this staff that i decided to put my cheese fries in a bag and eat walking back to mrt. &lt;em&gt;simply can throw it cant i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116645130340287566?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116645130340287566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116645130340287566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116645130340287566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116645130340287566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-working-with-those-girls-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116629136259570549</id><published>2006-12-17T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:53:38.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED TO MY PATRICK A.K.A YANA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeeen lah she, seventeen. uh huh uh huh, seveneteen!&lt;br /&gt;ok shuddup-&lt;br /&gt;and i gave her this patrick which i like made it like 4++ hours? specially for her ok!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and she like it. thats warmth my heart just enough. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARATION FOR YANA'S PATRICK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/974885/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/403703/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/824884/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/46259/Picture6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/493318/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/558480/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/997759/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/240227/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/623220/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/797846/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/284616/Picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/358224/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/846226/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/570245/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/54236/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/183455/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice not the patrick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is like saturday and have dance? and im like wake up like at 8.15am. i quickly sms booboo and she tell me that she not going and stuff. and its like i told her i feel like going and stuff cause i cancel all my appointments and stuff. and summo, its like we need to collect our performance allowances. =DDD and its like we decided to like rush to ite simei. and yeah, we bump into shu hua and all at the interchange. and yeah, we went to dance together and stuff. and i saw this girl from our school. hey, your make up very the tebal leh. and hey, were like dancing you know? perspiring? you know you know. if she's happy with it, then i dont give a damn. huhu and after dance class, meet mr cho personally to collect our allowance. i can sure you that i and yana were having dollar sign on our eyes. aahah! and mr cho is cuteeeee lah! ahhh! and wah, still can act that he already spent the money. sooo action~~~~ and its like while waiting for mr cho, yana and i were already a hungry piggies waiting to be spoon feed. and yana heard my tummy rumbing!! ahah! wahhh! and its not only loud but its like so long lah the rumbling! lol! she say like drum roll! ahah!omg =x okok. and yeah, after get money, unpatiently, take the bus and went to long john silver. and we buy like combo one with cheese and tartar sauce and additional fries. ahah! &lt;em&gt;tamak tamak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we eat inside the bus like one hungry pigs lah. ahaha! its like as usual lah, we are like food machine so we intend to care about the tummy than the places we eat at. and its like other passengers were like looking and can smell the fries and yummy chicken! yumyum! ok. im craving for it now. :p&lt;br /&gt;and this is sooo not our first time. im sure of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/466916/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/223578/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/340091/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/463769/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee yanaa &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you realise something. i got a new specs! ahaha. at last!&lt;br /&gt;the end of all my misery of being blind with a purple specs which is like half dead. no more nearly hit by a car. no more slanted specs and make people looking at it like 283479345 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;and im always look like red riding hood's grandma when i wear a specs. rite rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116629136259570549?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116629136259570549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116629136259570549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116629136259570549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116629136259570549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-belated-to-my-patrick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116620009448564363</id><published>2006-12-16T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:28:14.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;fools. real fools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;treating me as if its your world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine. thanks you. and go grab yourself a life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come to me only when you need something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yeah, you think i would give it easily?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;naahh.youre soooo wrong..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, how many more days and he is going to live my family for a dozen of days or something. well, im gonna miss him so much that im gonna tear myself down on the flooor and stare at the clock waiting for him to come back every moment. i wonder whether can i ever take it or not.  i didnt share with this to anybody cause..cause...i dont know. im not ready. find my diary, and maybe you would know the whole truth of why this little mai mai here is feeling grouchy and feeling down at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;ouh well, maybe i have been so patient in the days of my life that people simple poke me that they predict that i would just bleed and lay to grave. well, so not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. bad post. bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out. im like continue my present to give yana on her birthday. so yeah, im out. update soon i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116620009448564363?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116620009448564363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116620009448564363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116620009448564363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116620009448564363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/fools.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116615309467453693</id><published>2006-12-15T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:24:54.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>katrina katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she call me at 11 when im still asleep. hmph. ahaha. funny women.&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone, trying to be 'imalreadyawakesinceearlyinthemorning' voice. but failed. i still sound sleepy. and she like asking whether i can be at work by 1pm. and i my eyes start jumping out from its socket and i was like "what?!" ahaha! i take alot of time to get ready ok. and its like i tell her whether is it ok if its at 2? and she like okok. ehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i wanna take my specs specs. been waiting for this moments. so i have to say goodbye to my purple duple specs who have been going through with me my 'eye journey' for almost one year? or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogo now. buhbyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116615309467453693?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116615309467453693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116615309467453693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116615309467453693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116615309467453693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/katrina-katrina-she-call-me-at-11-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116602936454890018</id><published>2006-12-14T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:02:44.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to work with shima since she got hers at near mine like 1128793km away from me? ahaa&lt;br /&gt;and working was boring. hmm..and customer kept asking where can she have my 3/4 pants, and i was like, "its already sold out mam".&lt;br /&gt;how lucky am i to have that pants. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went back on the NEL train with kala. ahaa. she bought this black dress at nichi. preety black and nice. and the way she tell her bf about the  dress is like so making me laugh. ahaaa. kalaaaa...kaalaaa. ahaha. then say my goodbyes and went to ps. and waiting for that shima. and we ate at burger king till like 11.25pm around there. ahaaa. we chat and chat about "preety obsessionsss" and stuff. ahaha! omg! shh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was stuck in the toilet for awhile. god knows why and ouh so do shima. yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and took the second last train home. reach home like 12.25am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight. im sleeping already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after praying to Allah for the best of him and his wife,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it started raining. is there a meaning to it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or am i over reacting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116602936454890018?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116602936454890018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116602936454890018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116602936454890018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116602936454890018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-work-with-shima-since-she-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116593875664297133</id><published>2006-12-13T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:01:46.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to bugis and like eat eat at kfc. ahaaaa.. and it seems like bugis doesnt really like making me go 'ouhh lala' anymore over those things. it seems like the things have been seen everywhere  i went. and yeah, doesnt interest me and mas at all. yeaps yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and headed to vivooooo ciiittyyyy. cus i know i can make this small toddler smile when she see that water water thingy at the rooftop. yeaps yeaps. and she definetly cant wait when i reach vivoo. its like when i was at forever21 looking at the "ihavetobuyallthisclothes", she busy whinning to me that its already night and when are we going to the water thang and stuff. and i was like, "can you be patient not yana?"  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i also wanna pamper myself you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to vivoo mart and yeah, its huggeeee! and then headed to the place where the little cant wait lah, the rooftop. and how excited is she to go in that ouh so cool water. she was like "ah" , "yeah" here and there. ahaha. cute cute. mas join in. i just sit there and decided to enjoy the night sky and being a proud sister looking at her small sis and her same aunty. yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed to daiso. and yeah, nothing interest me again. though, small sis were like want this and that. and i was like all nonono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed home. and small sis was like playing with me and massie scissors paper stone. im like the loser among all. that little tot was like the king of all of us three. and was so cheeky lah inside the train. all the adults was like looking at us challenging each other till bishan. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bishan onwards till admiralty. sis were like playing games in my handphones. playing soccer and some game. this indian singaporean man was like looking at her, curiously cus how can this little girl can be playing soccer at this kinda age. and she was like so shy playing infront of him. ahaha. i just observe. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/789950/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/136001/Picture6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/835185/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/590977/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/213897/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/448188/Picture12.jpg" 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/13624681-116593875664297133?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116593875664297133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116593875664297133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116593875664297133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116593875664297133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-bugis-and-like-eat-eat-at-kfc.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116585635554990205</id><published>2006-12-12T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:04:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/965596/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/490203/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel that empthy-ness around you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fill that emptiness in you with love from Allah =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was ok. miracle that i chat with catherine for such a long time. and made kala shock for a moment. aha. we kinda dislike her. but then, maybe, i should start liking her? wadever it is, im friends with all of them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went back with syafiqah today. we chat and chat and chat. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love hikmah sitcoms lah. i cant wait for the Hikmah II.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouhh ouhh ouhhh, IM IN LOVE withh...B-L-Y-T-H-E! blythe! ehehe. buy for me and i love you forever. ahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/98407/blythe_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/638033/blythe_bunny.jpg" 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/13624681-116585635554990205?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116585635554990205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116585635554990205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116585635554990205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116585635554990205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/feel-that-empthy-ness-around-you-fill.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116581518427871342</id><published>2006-12-11T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:33:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the letters;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the talks;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hurtings;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is crazy. is this even reality? or am i just dreaming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hit me somebody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catherine call me and its like i was sleeping. argh. she was like asking me whether i can work today at 5 or something. and i was like ya? argh. i should probably make a white lies and sleep like till evening. and catherine is being nice suddenly? its like she ok lah the real thing but she is quite naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadever it is, im working today. aiyoh. i should have just said no and i can go town and have dun with massie and EAT EAT EAT!  =D&lt;br /&gt;but due to my brain cos cant think straight when woke up, i said yes, yes yes. doinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im just back from 888. i like went to the specs shop and told them that i want it to have a degree. and its like the women go bring me to the room and telling me to see all this words and numbers. and it costs me 35? expensive lehh. i was like bargaining and she was like its already cheap. i was like wadever and ok. ahha. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116581518427871342?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116577224112726448</id><published>2006-12-11T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T09:37:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the clock was saying 9.30am and my eyes was telling me to go back to wonderland as my brain tell me get my ass off the bed and went to bath. drag myself to the shower and get ready to work. it seems like i do everything so sloww. i was so lazy to go to work as my saturday was tired one. and work was starting at 1pm =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i was late for work and the best thing is that i dont even realise about it. selina call me like at 11 and i was still at home getting ready and asked me whether i can reach there earlier like at 12.30pm. and i told her that i would gave her a call if i will be late.  then in the mrt and i was like sitting in the mrt and resting my eyes. my leg was like weighing 10kg and my eyes is like hunger for so much rest. tummy? dont ask. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmm...reach my outlet and selina was telling me that i was late and stuff. and i was like, "really?  i thought was early?" and she was like nono. i was like sorry and all. she didnt nag like all granny or wad. she just like that kinda 'why you late' in that joking way and the same time to wake me up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so not feeling myself though at the starting of working. i was thinking about someone who is close in the heart.  after all those warning letters the government send and telling me to read to him, it hurts to read it and had to feel the presense of his feelings when he heard about it. if i only i was that little girl again. i would gave him a big care bear hug and would tell him that everything would be ok. he kept telling me nowadays to take care of me and my siblings and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking about that during work, makes me realise that ,"hey, tears are getting ready to be poured out of my eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, evening was getting better. katrina is fun. new supervisor. she is fun to talk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after work, meet mas at somerset. we ate kfc. ahaha. talk about stupid stuff. and it seems like we are the only human being left there to be kick out fast from there. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reach home like 12 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tml, i wanna go bugis. bring this little sister of mine. most probably?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116577224112726448?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116577224112726448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116577224112726448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116577224112726448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116577224112726448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/clock-was-saying-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116571918177450046</id><published>2006-12-10T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:55:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/356105/getmehigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/204432/getmehigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having dance yesterday which make me wake up like 7 am in the morning. sleeeepppyyy...then get out of the house like at 8.10am since im meeting yana, shima and siree at the bus stop near by. yeaps yeaps. miss all those special moments when we all kept dancing during holidays for special events. ahaha. and all we could think off is to EATTTTTT only. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was preety fun. when we enter and like looking at mr cho, mr cho was like suddenly turn to us, "HEY! HELLO!! long time never see yourll already!" and then he was like telling us that we got our fees for our previous performance. BEST BEST! money money$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. cute lah mr curly wurly cho. ahaha. always call us siow mei mei? something like that lah. ahhhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after dance, i went hoome an quickly get ready to meett IZA! or MELLY! &lt;3 href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/367423/workit%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/893003/workit%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/143469/workit%200081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/215037/hellooome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/649674/hellooome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/52685/workit%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/955315/hellose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/148071/hellose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/425810/1workit%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/630850/1workit%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/927464/mai%20nd%20melly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/147198/mai%20nd%20melly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/380565/mai%20nd%20melly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/94982/mai%20nd%20melly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work. ahaa. i kept playing with babies. and this baby boy is so cute lah. he can be my next teddy bear if he let me too. he is soo small! and he can walk already and walk around. and he kept dancing lah! ahaha. and we play high five and stuff. huhu. and he love jennifer too. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this small girl with a green hoody is soo cute lah. the pipi is like sooo chhubby! ahahaha. i loike loike. and ouh, i didnt work till midnighte. i work till 11. ahaha. they let me off earlier. and i went to forever21 for awhile lorrr.. ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go. WORK again. tml offff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116571918177450046?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116571918177450046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116571918177450046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116571918177450046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116571918177450046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/was-having-dance-yesterday-which-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116559076333035021</id><published>2006-12-08T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:12:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work and work and work. penat tau. and tomorrow work until like midnight?&lt;br /&gt;kesian lah budak kecik ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. and its like im gonna be a 24 hour angel machine who gonna be dancing in the morning. go home and change and stuff and heading to bugis to collect my specs!! and maybe thought of like drop down at far east to buy myself a dress and a hello kitty neck cchain. yup yup. and errr...headed to work which starts at 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is working tomorrow as a super hero? care to fly me around? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai: KL near uh.&lt;br /&gt;mas: near?!?!&lt;br /&gt;mai: near what. only 4 hour journey&lt;br /&gt;mas: 4 hours journey you say near uh??!!!&lt;br /&gt;mai: not near ah? near what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116559076333035021?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116559076333035021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116559076333035021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116559076333035021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116559076333035021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/work-and-work-and-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116559875846348319</id><published>2006-12-08T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:25:58.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired but i aint sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;i had to wake up early early in the morning as to attend dance practice tomorrow at simei ite.&lt;br /&gt;cravings of mee soto and nasi ayam over there is calling me as my craving rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood of getting dose off is not my subject tonight. something which bothers me big time had just knock over my door to enter my brains to have some disturbants in it. how irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wont be dreaming of you tonight my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my interest of buying my own blythe doll wont be a necessary thought as cravings of preety other stuff was a reserved onone part of the head. how great. but still, ill be whinning for not gettting a blythe for myself. cus its been a long time since ive been pampering myself. since ive been torturing myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/280622/blythe_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/133456/blythe_bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant you just ask her yourself? why must it be to pass through me to know all this nonsense when you dont care less about me? and much more, it hurts me more to ask these question. try putting yourself on my shoe. i think you be dying to say 'forgive me' to me.  maybe, i should hate you. shooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116559875846348319?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116559875846348319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116559875846348319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116559875846348319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116559875846348319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-tired-but-i-aint-sleeepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116542324367465886</id><published>2006-12-07T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:54:48.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working at gg&gt;5 at suntec is fun lah. nora! ure lucky lucky you know. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmmm....this customer told us that we have verry good service. ehem*&lt;br /&gt;aahaha. she ask for our name and stuff. and lynn gave me a tap on my head. eheh. and i kinda like it of staying at the changing room. and and, i help this preety sweet women to like choose a suitable dress for her best friend wedding. she sooo gonna look preety. ahaha. nice nice. and she make my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah yeah. i was having a long post until i my post is accidentally deleted. argh. wadever. im off. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/532303/1woekiw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my yusliana &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116542324367465886?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116542324367465886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116542324367465886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116542324367465886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116542324367465886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/12/working-at-gg5-at-suntec-is-fun-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116531209467417851</id><published>2006-12-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:57:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh! train was delayed today due to this accident at yishun. i am so positive its a man/women who try to jump again on the track lahhh. aiyohhhh. and im like a girl who live in admiralty who having E-X-A-M today have to be in school like..err..lets see...8.30am? and they aspect me to go from admiralty to boon lay way and to city hall and drop at bishan. haiyoh! i will be exploring singapore by then. ahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i, ati,izyan and hakim took a cab. make the whole round of admiralty to find a taxi. -_-&lt;br /&gt;and at last we call for a cab. yes. pakai duit lagi kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. though, the paper was quite good to me i guess. but my flu were treating me bad. argh. i kept sniffing sniffing. and i started to realise, some people in class are also having a flu. ahaha. and mr leow give me tissue. ahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then then then&lt;br /&gt;its like our last day in school. it seems like all my aunties are lazy. aahah. including THIS aunty. then we all decided to go to orchard. ahaa. in uniform. cus we were boreddd. yeaps yeaps. we were like look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw something which were arent suppose to see at marina bay mrt station. *ehem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, and im soo gonna miss my aunty larhh. okok. holidays we going to zoo alrites aunties and bunties and bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last weekends was fun. i went to gig with wan and syafiq. ahaha. fun fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for dance =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear dad, she really dont have a problem. it seems like i am the one but you just wont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116531209467417851?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116503978128983204</id><published>2006-12-02T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:09:41.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working yesterday and the staff there give me presseennntttt. ahaha! so touched ok. i cried =xx&lt;br /&gt;i never thought there gonna bought something for me mann..though, thanks a bunch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since yesterday was consider the last day of ite of nitec year, i was really feeling nothing actually. ahaa. but i know im gonna miss wong sooo sooo much. cus she is the nicess teacher in ite since ive been studying here. and she gave all of us kit kat chocolate lahhh. yeaps yeaps. how lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh ouh, i thought i was late for work and thank god i was dearly early today. nd i have the time to grab a epok epok before i went in. and when i walk in, selina and kala was like ,"late uhhh". and i was like, "no whhatt?" while looking at my watch and was like wondering isit me or my watch telling me the right time. ahaaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, then work lah. after woork, went forever 21 and other shops with eileen and kevin. ahaa. and bump into sharazad and sheri and dont know who at pull and bear. hmm...and eileen give me a headband. ouh how i adore it =)&lt;br /&gt;thanks eileen &amp; kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh yeah, pure chocolate from cofffeebean make my day. ehehe. thanks thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i gotta go now. seee yaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116503978128983204?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/952710/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already tangled up in the string of bad moodswing when my birthday came along. stupid suggestion make myself to drag to town to wonder and to search the soul where i left it behind. and the angel from my nightmare appeared in front of me with her boyfriend,shu lian. she then tell me to joined to them but i told them i felt bad to be the 'disturber' and she insist that i come along. we chat after all this time. and the last time we went out together is like 31 december, ahhaa, see pipi at some singtel tower with syaf. but heh, she cheered up my visit to town. but then i wanan leave them so i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to yana to spent qualities time with me and to bring moments which we have to catch after all this time. and thanks for the spongebob balloon. i appreciate it=)) and thanks to hanis too. we three just bought this bus since we have nothing better to do. ahaa. which bring us to this sembahwang shopping centre. stupidism. soo boring place. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to verne to gave me that mug and kiss on my cheek and hug. it warmt my heart and it touched me so hard. let me drop a tear. ahaha. lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to wan to listen to my sorrows and telling me to the right stuff and all. thanks a bunch =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was expected to go star gazing. but i also realise, i know my birthday i was not happy but i realise, i spent with the people who i havent been seeing and havent been hearing so much from them. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the sky make me smile everytime i look at it. in school, i was sitting outside the class with hakim and mimi. and the sky was so blue and bits of clouds were there to accompany the sky. it was so blue and so plain . it shows me purity and sincerity. i love it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/210307/Picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/941881/Picture8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/397490/school11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/409304/school11.jpg" 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/13624681-116481275061911034?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116481275061911034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116481275061911034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116481275061911034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116481275061911034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-already-tangled-up-in-string-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116472938009766738</id><published>2006-11-28T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:56:20.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 more minutes and the scene of the years i have encounted will be a new leaf later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not really looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if youre bored tomorrow, ask me out tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116472938009766738?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116472938009766738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116472938009766738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116472938009766738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116472938009766738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-more-minutes-and-scene-of-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116455741541903813</id><published>2006-11-27T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:19:24.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel great. as the day drew near, i feel like i want to have a far distance away from it. i have the urge to get away from this life sometimes. its like this life is making me imagine the fanstasy life and making me talk to stars till i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the living things which always brighten up my days seems to gone away and left the scenery in my mind. it seems like it havent done its duty for such a long time. oh, how i miss her. the interest in life is the only thing which i can depend now to see my face like i am today, which is to put a happy mask and make a act out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i long this prince charming from my fantasy would drag me to his world and we could have much fun for the whole day and catch as many stars as we could. and climb lolipop trees and make clouds as as marshmallow and make collect raindrops as it turn into a bucket of lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it will ever come true. sheesh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116455741541903813?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116455741541903813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116455741541903813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116455741541903813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116455741541903813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-feel-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116439132363896889</id><published>2006-11-25T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:02:04.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you tired? cus i am. haha. why? cus i just came back from work. what time did it end? midnight my dear people. MIDNITE! i dont know that wisma shoppin centre open until that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUH OUH. you know what lovelies, its like today i was like suppose to go vivo like usual. so happy that i an eileen talk all this nonsense about our fake act. and then i receive a sms that i have to go to Suntec City. and when i reach there, in the toilet, ready to go to the shop, i decided to peep at my handphone before i surrender for the next few hours to my work. and its like i receive 3 missed call and 1 sms. and the sms is like telling me to go to Wisma. i was like WAD?! cus its like i start at 5 and its like when i was reading the sms, its like 4.50pm. how can i be in wisma in 10 minutes when im in suntec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to call and yadah yadah. i reach wisma at 5.30pm. josephine and charmaine was there. and this new girl name kiki. ahaa. hmm. ok lah. the name space so its like really bored. i mean, its not like so many customer went in. unlike my shop. at leasst 1 customer come every 5 minute or something. but this is like ------DEEEEAAADDD-----. YES. dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then since we are having 20% off today storewide, its like getting pack and pack and sooo pack! wah. of course i like it lah. but then its like urgh, i dont know. and i was suppose to work till midnite. so tiring. my head was having that brainfreeze feeling like alwaes. ahaa. and my leg is collapsing any minute. ahaa. i started to hold the rack before i collapse and broke into pieces. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though though, went back with these womens ride taxi. yeah. ok. im off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say buhbye to misss queen of sleepiness. ME ME ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;bye lahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116439132363896889?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116439132363896889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116439132363896889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116439132363896889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116439132363896889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-lovelies-are-you-tired-cus-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116428812570113673</id><published>2006-11-23T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T05:32:16.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continued..on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/661542/Picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/2946/Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eileen was like telling me to walk with her to the fountain and get wet. and i was like coming out with reasons to survive and stay away from getting wet. wah! she kept pulling me and pushing me! ahaha! but hey, im still dry. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/654078/Picture54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/643018/Picture54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/402569/Picture51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/711690/Picture51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ati the diva. like makcik kpo eh? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/931404/Picture60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/378698/Picture60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/290965/Picture37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/502735/Picture37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im walknig around with that helmet. its cooler if i have a vespar with me. eheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we three went to the playground. eileen scream when ati and her spin around on that little thing. ahah! i was like laughing. and they stoip and walk everywhere. dizzy and giddy preeeties. ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/719331/Picture45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/472451/Picture45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/621139/Picture49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/581622/Picture49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shop seeing again. eileen so loving this guess piuch. nice thang. she is soo gonna drag her mum there before its gone. ahaha. aunty aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/515507/Picture68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/385549/Picture68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to wheelock place to see her boyfriend and get free food at coffee bean! ahah! thats the best thing. cus i and ati was hungry and so overjoyed when we heard that we can get free food as many as we want!! ahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116428812570113673?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116428812570113673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116428812570113673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116428812570113673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116428812570113673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/continued.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116425997921294236</id><published>2006-11-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:32:59.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. im now like in the student hub. ahaa. and you know what? cheryl call me from my outlet, asking whether i can work or not since im in standby. i was like,"is it ok if im unabble to attend work today?" . and she was like why? and i was like "cus i havent done by project yet." hehe. and i was like wondering if i cant be at work who will take over my place. then i asked her and she was like "we will need to search for another person". i was like "i cant work today". and she was like ok. ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im real sleepy lah and tired. i dont know why am i feeling so lethargic these days. i have been sleeping like sleeping beauty for pigs. yeaps yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmmm...and now my girlfriends are watching porn -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hack. im doing my own thingy here. ahaha. sinful. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta go to them to help some stuff. buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116425997921294236?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116425997921294236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116425997921294236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116425997921294236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116425997921294236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13624681.post-116421142150770104</id><published>2006-11-22T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:12:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture6.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start the day with ms sim class, BSA. it seems like some of us are getting use to doing the access that its soothe our heads better than it usual was. since it alwaes torture with question marks and telling us that we gonna fail for our CA. and our miss eileen han brought a container of cereal which after a moment i thought it was a dog food. ehee. nice thingy. everyone love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we camwhore outside class. ahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture8.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture8.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture33.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture33.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture36.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture36.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;than we had to go for CAP class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture25.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture25.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture26.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture26.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzul. -_-"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture27.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture27.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture22.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mimi, eileen, ati and i headed to vivoooooo cityyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture53.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture53.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;go rooftop! fun fun. we play with the water. ahaa. fun. we walkkk a bigg round! and i missed going to the big boat. where there is a floating bookstore or library. =(( and im so blurr at vivoooo. ergh. ehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/970164/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/464381/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture9.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/1600/Picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/814/320/Picture11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/984798/Picture23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/838036/Picture23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/71057/Picture16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/274305/Picture16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we all decided to free our soul by the beautiful scenery of sentosa . we had a beautiful chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/808713/Picture17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/885588/Picture17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/1600/422544/Picture18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5577/814/320/169957/Picture18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be continued:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13624681-116421142150770104?l=blackpantyhose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/feeds/116421142150770104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13624681&amp;postID=116421142150770104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116421142150770104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13624681/posts/default/116421142150770104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpantyhose.blogspot.com/2006/11/start-day-with-ms-sim-class-bsa_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Mai Sarah Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11125358474896977221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPsqD30v2cE/TS_g7uHMbFI/AAAAAAAAGPU/Xs78ZhPsp9I/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
