<?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-4832919936296918216</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:44:28.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not taking the hit,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8465982321049839715</id><published>2008-06-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:41:20.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SF3zqMeLNpI/AAAAAAAAATw/MfAvGLLQJZ0/s1600-h/isadora.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214591849792747154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SF3zqMeLNpI/AAAAAAAAATw/MfAvGLLQJZ0/s320/isadora.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a little fried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, everyone makes mistakes! Here's how to cover up the redness and look less like a lobster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To prevent all this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;USEEEEEEEEEE..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISADORA SUN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Kay, that was laaame -.- But i find it pretty cool to have a make up brand that's your name! (: Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushing with homework. I gotta work really hard to get good grades this year. Mom said i will get a huge surprise if i do get good grades. &lt;br /&gt;God bless me. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8465982321049839715?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8465982321049839715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8465982321049839715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8465982321049839715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8465982321049839715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-little-fried-hey-everyone-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SF3zqMeLNpI/AAAAAAAAATw/MfAvGLLQJZ0/s72-c/isadora.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1032935899276235680</id><published>2008-06-19T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:40:48.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT FAT.&lt;br /&gt;I need to build my self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;To all those people who tagged me telling me that they miss me and stuff, thanks so so much. You made my day abit better. I missed you guys loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1032935899276235680?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1032935899276235680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1032935899276235680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1032935899276235680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1032935899276235680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-not-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2975689251590694558</id><published>2008-05-30T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T05:28:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dora has flew off today ~&lt;br /&gt;In 3 weeks time she'll be back (Grr, so long =.-)  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she misses and love you all .&lt;br /&gt;and umm , k think thats all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by :&lt;br /&gt;Acha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i sound so serious ^o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2975689251590694558?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2975689251590694558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2975689251590694558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2975689251590694558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2975689251590694558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/dora-has-flew-off-today-in-3-weeks-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5744741347712936708</id><published>2008-05-23T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:35:45.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nyeh nyeh nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;I GOTS 7 MORE DAYS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peoples [: &lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school. So yeah, we had an assembly in the hall. Prize presentation and such. Acha turned and said, "Yknow if 2e3 wins something you got to go down and take the prize." I said, "2e3 won't win anything uh." Guess what? I was wrong -.- Very wrong. Apparently, Jiaxin's group won a prize and the chairman had to go down. I, being the chairman, -.- Grr. Wengheng PEMALAS! Babi. Urgh. Hahahaha. Then they showed us a slideshow and Acha's face was featured! HAHAHAHA! I laughed like toooooooooooot. And my face was also featured but i was standing really far back in the picture. Zakiah said, "I couldn't see your face but i know its you cos of your height and your bag." Curse me for being so tall -_-" Jeez. Mr.Toh gave a talk and then showed us a video which was really inspiring^^ Awesome shiteeeeeee. Nyeheheh. Went to the atrium for a short meeting and then went back up to the hall and had this sudoku challenge. I did it anyhow-ly. xD Haha! Wtf. Went back to class and Mrs Ong was being sucha toot. She's like practically death. I'm not lying. Everybody was screaming at her but she didn't respond. She looked so lifeless -.- She doesn't wanna give me my report book cos i didn't hand in my streaming application. Hahaha. So tmr, i have to go to school at 8am to get it -.- Wth! :\ Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Whatever. I'll meet Acha at the bus stop (: Cos she didn't hand up too. Ms Chong came and bid goodbye to us since she's leaving. )): Then was waterworks. No, not cos she was going, this was after school. Stayed in the toilet and talked with Acha. Ahhhh, i understand bby! :D Yipppeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION 2E3, SINCE YOU PEOPLE WERE SO EAGER TO GET HOME, I DIDN'T HAVE THE TIME TO LET YOU GUYS SEE THE LETTER MS CHONG WROTE. SO NAHHHHH, HERE, REAAAAAAAAAD KAY!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearest 2E3,&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great experience teaching your class. Really thank you all for making my experience here so ____ (i suck at reading cursive) and eventful. Though sometimes your class can be quite rowdy and always busting with energy. I must say you guys are a very bright lot. Through teaching your class, I've really learnt alot be it in devoloping my character or improving my communication skills. You guys have a great potential to do well, I knew it. So use your talent to the maxiumum and contiue to strive towards excellence! All the best for your future endeavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. DON'T BULLY THE NEW TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Ms Chong!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww. I'm gonna miss Ms Chong man! She rocked my underwear D: But now she has gone byebye. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5744741347712936708?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5744741347712936708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5744741347712936708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5744741347712936708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5744741347712936708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/nyeh-nyeh-nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8069389552525050768</id><published>2008-05-22T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:57:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You people are so fucked up, i swear. If you're so damn smart then you become the freaking chairman, Andreas. You freaking asshole. You're damn irritating and i'm gonna kick you really hard tomorrow. I don't give a fuck. I'm tired of your crap already. I had enough damn it. And everybody's so damn unappreciative. Its bugging the hell out of me. You, yes, you, if you don't even care, don't bother asking. You were damn rude, yknow. And you're forever doing something. Hello? At least take the initiative can't you? Wth is wrong with you? Its always me who has to get things done. Everytime i ask if your okay and whatever shit, you just talk to me in some fucked up way. I don't like it alright. Its fucking rude because i actually took the initiative to actually ASK unlike you. You're always busy going out with your other friends. When was the last time we went out? I fucking miss you alright. You never have the time cos you're busy doing other shite. Its hurting me alot and what's more i'm leaving soon and its like you don't care at all. I thought we were friends! Urgh. )): I can't leave like this, i can't, really. But i gotta. Shite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba, i'm really looking forward to monday. We gotta catch up, like seriously. I haven't talked / went out with you in forever. Things are just really messed up and i'm glad that in a few days, i'll actually have someone to talk to and hang out with. We have alot to do, but we won't tell anyone alright? [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SDWIzZrWChI/AAAAAAAAATo/mz5JRPJ95xk/s1600-h/piggyback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SDWIzZrWChI/AAAAAAAAATo/mz5JRPJ95xk/s320/piggyback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203215361143867922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizah is just strong. I'm heavy. Who else can carry me? Hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I AM VERY PISSED BECAUSE WEST GRAND BOULEVARD AND CARDINAL AVE CAME TO PLAY AT MY SCHOOL TODAY WHEN I DIDN'T COME! )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8069389552525050768?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8069389552525050768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8069389552525050768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8069389552525050768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8069389552525050768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-people-are-so-fucked-up-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SDWIzZrWChI/AAAAAAAAATo/mz5JRPJ95xk/s72-c/piggyback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4785772671547612460</id><published>2008-05-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:48:47.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really upset and i have no idea why. Okay, i do but i just don't wanna share it with anyone right now )): Now, put this aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to school alone today since Neneh had taf and Faizah wasn't ready when i called her. So just went to school alone, but told Acha to wait for me. When i'm alone, i'll think of all kinda crap so i got upset -.- Yeah, Zakiah, i was upset but i'm okay. (: We had to like assemble at the hall. We had this talk on confidence / looks / whatever. I can't rmb cos i was like sleeping in the back, against the wall. Lol! But i laughed alot. Then soon, everybody wanted to sleep and they kept leaning on me. Everybody being Acha and Arasha. Hahaha. Hilfi and Arif and Ameer won facial wash! Omg, damn unfair ): Acha was complaining cos her Biore is finishing already. LOL. Had recess and Acha and I went to watch people play captain's ball at the parade sq. Its damn unfair cos express doesn't even have inter class games! Bloody hell. We got like all the boring shite. After recess, Mdm Siti(?) i think that's her name came to our class. She was incharge of the class cos we had to like make mini cards for Mdas???? Kay, i don't know. But yeah, Agi and I sat in the back and read archie comics and she made us sit right infront and do our cards. So i did and then Agi went out to meet Syukri cos he wanted to meet her. She left without permission then Mdm Siti was like asking her all these sorts of questions. Then Agi said that he had to pay her money so she wanted to check her wallet and all :\ Wth! I was like (:O) you know that kinda face. Hahahah. Then after doing the cards, we headed up to the comp lab for the mock streaming thingy. I put art first :\ Cos yeah, i like art. And then i put Bio second. And then i forgot. Its in my bag but i can't be bothered to take it out -.- Then we had to go to the family what what room? Kay, i don't know. Watched this video about a girl making a speech about selfish-ness. Then went back to the comp lab cos we had to be briefed on e-learning week o.0 But i just played the computer. Went to friendster,msn blablabla. The teacher didn't even care :\ So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, watched the semi-finals for the singing category for talentime. Then got ready for training. After sucha long time of not doing training, i was tired like fcuk. 15 rounds, active stretching, circuit, ice-breaking games. Haha. I was effing hyper then (: Got to know all the secones names and such. I sat next to Zafiraaaaah and Laticia(nama sexy). Then played a game. I never got caught / whatever you call it cos i'm proooooooo(kay not). Then we had the scissors paper stone game. Lol! Freaking funny. Charan said i ran so semangat-ly?! Wthhhhh. I ran like normal okay! :\ She is sucha show off. "Dora. For the circuit, i won all of them" cos it just so happened she was in the same line as me. So we had to sprint to the end together and she always came first. Hahaha. Then after awhile, we died down ^^ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with Oza :&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat becoming faster, awwwh, so sedaaaaaaap&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; NJ [: says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; NJ [: says:&lt;br /&gt;HORNY!&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;who own a vibrator ?&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;long one shd be niceeeeee&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you the details to have a baby .&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;first , take out your pants, for both parties, then the long have to b inserted to the vigainy(alamak forget how to spell) then shakeshakeshakeshake. wait for few days or months and you'll produce one fine baby . tadaaaaaaa !&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;why am i sooo horny today ?! but that tip helps, doesnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;HORNY BODOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;Ozaaaaaaaa x)&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;and its spell V-A-G-I-N-A&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;not VIGAINY!&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;hehh , vaGAINY . sounds coool. coz when the guy sit on the girl , fuhh, it'll somehow gain some energy . coz have to shakeshake mahh &lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;you'll be doing that when you're married, EWWWWWWH ~&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;honestly, oza tak senonohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;aiya , once in a life time maaah [x&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT IT KNOW. MY MIND IS STILL AS PURE AS IT WAS THE DAY I WAS BORN!&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;ish , mine tooo. but only today rosak . tomorrow it'll be super cleannn .&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;can i post this convo on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG ! whatever for ?&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;later the whole world will know that im horny&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;say this and you&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;* and you're allow to do so .&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;IN OUT SHAKESHAKE, AWHHHH , IT FEELS GOOOOOD. MAMAMIAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;FASTER !&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr ; Its kay. I'll just learn not to trust you anymore says:&lt;br /&gt;IN OUT SHAKESHAKE, AWHHHH , IT FEELS GOOOOOD. MAMAMIAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AIZAH ! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU"RE HORNYYYYY !&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH !   -DORA'S HORNYYY ! says:&lt;br /&gt;yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! She's horny. Like Rizal. Can be bestfriends uh xD HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4785772671547612460?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4785772671547612460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4785772671547612460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4785772671547612460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4785772671547612460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-really-upset-and-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4621388347738707807</id><published>2008-05-20T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:51:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw the post before. No point getting upset over people like ___ .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, okay.Dad made it clear the night before that we couldn't skip school no matter how boring we knew it was gonna be. But today, i could get up, i got ready and left the house earlier. I was like a total early bird today. Woweee. So went to the interchange and then saw Aliah so talked to her for abit and then i wanted to tell her a story but the bus came and she was like "Okay, bye" Then i was like showing my (-_-") face. Hahah. Trademark! Trademark! Hahahahah. Okay, then like right after the bus left, like RIGHT AFTER, Neneh came and then my face again.. (-_-"). But its kay. So waited for the next bus and told her things. You know besties thingssss. Hahaha. Shhhhh, please? ((: Reached school and it was so bloody mothereffing warm! I was like sweating :\ Ugh. Lower sec had to go to the hall for some talk&lt;br /&gt;on 'cyberwellness'. I sat like RIGHT infront. First person. I wanted to lay back to badly but i couldn't. Sheesh. Had like Q&amp;A and Ameer wanted to ans sooooo badly, waving his hand in the air and all but the teacher tak layan! HAHA! Effing funny. But then in the end, the teacher came up to him and he got chocolate :\ Unfair shite. After that we had recess. Zakiah bought food and just like left it with Ally and Aishah and went to play some balloon game and so i had the temptation to take a bite. Sat down, got comfy and Zakiah came up behind me scaring the shit outta me! Grr. Hahah. Sat down, then we went to go watch the people play the balloon game. Ameer and Azmi were fcuking funny, i swear. I was laughing my assssssssss offfffffff. LOL! Huishan was damn cute, screaming and all. Hahah. Then Zakiah wanted to do the lucky draw so badly so we waited for her to fill in the form. Then the lady wanted to take a picture of us (cos we're cute. kay, NOT!). So took pictures and then Arasha got like a BK voucher. Bloody hell! Rushed up to the hall cos Aliah was like "Eh, kene pegi hall kan?!" Then we were all like "Eh, yeah uh!" Then we rushed up and the thing hadn't started yet. LOL! So we watched a video about this girl named, Aili. But before that, we had to do this form thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ans :&lt;br /&gt;Do  you prefer red / green apples? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Red. Cos its not as sour.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a purple apple? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe. If it was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the video you are about to watch is about?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-" Veryvery lame survey.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the video and this girl, she has like some kinda disease. She can't control movements of various of her body parts so her head like shakes alot and MeiHui actually "made fun of her" indirectly. Omg, so mean! Then we got free apples and i was like so hyper despite feeling really really warm. But they kept dropping and rolling on the floor and all. hahahaha. One rolled reallyreally faaaaaar. Oh, then we had to fill in this form. Like what the video was about and then they told us to write a short letter to Aili so i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote :&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aili,&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCK! (:&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Isadora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but people kept laughing at me. Then Agi threw an apple at my boob. It hurt like %$#^$$@!# !!!! The teacher like saw and all. Eeeeeek. Went back to class and sat around and then ______________________________________________________________________________________.I can't explain how sad i am ))': Sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tamp mall after school. Ate macdonalds and then headed to BK cos Arasha wanted to buy a meal with her voucher. She didn't even have to pay anything at all cos the voucher was like $5 and the meal was $4.45 -_-" Ass. Then we took a look at the tees in spilt? Headed up to Open Plaza and shared ghost stories :D So effing gereeeeeeeekkkkkk! Lets have a sleepover! With rented movies and popcorn and everything! Hahahahaha. At my house! So how?! :D Then we headed to popular. Walked out and there was this movie playing like on display(?). So we stood and watched for awhile. It was "Singapore Ghost Stories." I think so, i forgot. And it just so happened that we came when the scary part was gonna show. We all screamed and ran away. HAHAHA! Then we went home [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this post is very detailed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMYVMNYEHEHEHEH.LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4621388347738707807?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4621388347738707807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4621388347738707807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4621388347738707807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4621388347738707807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/screw-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5685659272848391272</id><published>2008-05-20T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:01:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset,  upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset, upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i'll be okay. My wish to finally get away from everything came true. But i've let Dad down, really. I've got to change. And i have to idea why i feel so upset right now. Alot of things are bugging the hell outta me. Everyone's been telling me how much they dislike 2008 and honestly, i agree. Things have been going so so wrong since the beginning of the year. Why can't things just stay the same? I'm not very good at accepting change. Its just another kinda weakness for me. And much more tears were shedded this year then last year. When will things go back to normal? I'm tired of challenges and obstacles. ): I'm tired of being me. I wanna be someone else for awhile. Someone who can take on anything, who does well in school, someone who knows how to manage time. I feel so demoralised all of a sudden. But yeah, i guess things that have changed must be accepted. Eventhough its gonna take me forever to accept them, i will, eventually. And i wish i never had raging hormones -.- Then i wouldn't have to like / love anyone. My friends, shite them. Not all. :\ But some are just really getting out of hand. You're always going on about how you'll always be here for me and then telling me that you will tell me what's bothering you but you don't. Honestly, you weren't there. And yeah, i can't expect you to be there like 24/7 but most of the time, where were you? Prolly hanging around with friends. Since that's the best thing you do. And no i'm not pin pointing at anyone. I'm just saying, so please don't feel that i'm talking about you, cos you may be wrong. I said, MAYBE. Everyone changes but you just changed too fast. :'( I miss you. Urgh. I hate life now. D: And right now, i'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;last night i wrote you a song, &lt;br /&gt;i wrote it just for you,&lt;br /&gt;but now that you're gone, &lt;br /&gt;i'll throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;to save me from all misery that's gonna hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i wasn't good enough for you. &lt;br /&gt;but sometimes its just best to accept one for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, you don't do so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5685659272848391272?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5685659272848391272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5685659272848391272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5685659272848391272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5685659272848391272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-upset-upset-upset-upset-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7466273037941378465</id><published>2008-05-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:20:36.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Very very bored. So is Acha, since she didn't meet her friends for a whole 3 days. Impressive~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bummed that i couldn't go to tamp to hang out with the rest. I'm starting to miss out on all the fun they have when i'm not there. Like yesterday, they all went to cineleisure and i couldn't go ): Jeez. Miseryyyy~ But yeah, i just decided to laze around the house. Oh, i'm done with 'The Nature Of Jade'. I like it! :D If Jiaxin were here, she would say "You are sucha worm! A WORRRRRRM!" Bookworm. Not a worm. When i get bored at home, i sit infront of my mirror. Yeah, just sit infront of it and look at myself. Look at my good points and bad points. I've yet to calculate which points i have more of :\ Hahaha. Thennnnn, i stared at my clothes. Yeah, my closet full of clothes that i barely use at all. Well, i don't mean to NOT use them, i just haven't found the right time / place to where them too. I'm always stuck with jeans and a tee no matter where i'm going -.- I have to learn to change my fashion sense since mom wastes money on nice clothes that i rarely / never wear at all o.0 Dad borrowed my camera and went around the house snapping pictures of everyone. Mine was the most horrible cos i hadn't even taken a shower when he came busting into my room with the camera. I tried to cover myself but he wouldn't stop. Sophie came and tickled me like nobody's business. My legs were like flying all over -_-" Jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the sibs watched the Drake &amp; Josh movie on Nickelodeon before dinner time. We had roast beef with potato and salad ((: I likeeeee~ Then we continued watching tv for abit and then Dad dragged me out to play 3 on 3 soccer. I had mom and Sarah in my team. You should have seen Mom, she was running like crazy and i was laughing my ass off it was so hard to keep up with the game. But my team got victory (: We won 5-1 :D :D Cool or what. I scored all the goals except for one, fyi! I rock \m/ Haha, kay, not. :\ Then we went to go get icecream at cheers. Sat down at the playground for awhile and this chinese guy, he was drinking beer and was sitting on the slide blocking the way. So yeah, nobody could use the slide -_-" Super inconsiderate! Dad was like "Just ram into him! Oh wait! Don't forget to put your shoes on before doing so" Hahahahahah! Mom of course..... Hahah. Kay, nothing. We did something :D Lol. Walked home, at looked at the moon (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i shall wait for something fun to happen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'll reply tags here for now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicole&lt;/i&gt; : Yeah, i'm leaving on the 30th :\ I'll miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayuni&lt;/i&gt;  : Dearest Ayuni, i'll be going for 3 weeks only. Don't worry kay? I'll make sure we meet up soon! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naytee&lt;/i&gt; : Hey Naytee! :D Yeah sure, i'll link you soon! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Acha&lt;/i&gt;  : Hahaha! I'll try my very best to get you something alright?! Haha! Its okay, once i'm back, you can pour all your gatal-ness into our conversations ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elfac&lt;/i&gt;  : Yeah Baby! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mayaaa&lt;/i&gt; : I replied at your tagboard :D Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7466273037941378465?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7466273037941378465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7466273037941378465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7466273037941378465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7466273037941378465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-bored_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5431440721325408929</id><published>2008-05-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:36:19.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad has booked my ticket. I'm leaving on the 30th and won't be back till the 18th. Thank god he's putting me on a direct flight! I can't imagine hanging around in Tokyo for 3 hours. Hahaha. The flight is like 17 bloody hours. But unfortunately, i won't be able to attend Juju's bday. Not to fearrrr, i'm bringing you back something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : this means we'll have to get some new panties and other things before you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Nah. I think she should just get whatever she needs over there. I think its best just to bring an empty suitcase and let her get stuff over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Yeah. You're right. Isa, its way cheaper over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : YOU MEAN I GET TO SHOP ALL I WANT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; Dad : Just rmb to shop for your siblings too. Get new jeans for Zacky cos we can never get them over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome shiteeeee! I'm starting to get excited ((: So yeahhh, i'll be staying with Grandma and Dad's like "training" me. He bought be huge chicken sausages for breakfast and when i say huge i mean HUGEEEE. One sausage could fill up my tummy after like 4 bites :\ Wth! And he kept wanting to feed me food. -_-" So much for losing weight!! Grr. Anyway, today parents, zack and sarah went for an extreme bike ride as how they described. Sophie and I were too lazy to go so yeah. I found Sophie eating some cream thingy infront of the tv. Everytime i see her, she's eating. Its unbelievable. Hahaha. Kay, fake. Lazed around and Dad made the mega breakfast. Lol! Then just did stuffs. At 3+ everyone got ready and we headed to Kallang Leisure Park. Its like really nice now. Hahaha. Bought tickets to 'Speed Racer'. Then went to walk around for abit. Went to cold storage and guess what i saw???!?!?!? MARSHMELLOW CREME! Yknow i haven't seen that in like a million years! Even dad was like shocked. He said, "All good things are made in America! How can you not know that?!" -_-" Hahaha. Then we went up to watch the movie. It was nice (: But this korean family was sitting behind us, their son like fell asleep and he was SNORING. Yes, SNORING. And it was really loud and very disturbing and they didn't silent their phone and when their phone rang, it was like the "lion dance" song. :\ Really irritating. And even after her phone rang, she didn't silent her phone! Wtf! Bloody inconsiderate! D: After the movie, Mom wanted to try this thai restuarant and so, we walked there and it was really packed and all. We took at look at the menu and one bowl of soup costs 120 bucks! Bloody hell. So we went to Pastamania instead and the food was nice but i couldn't eat like after how many bites. Super wasted ): Headed to Cold Storage and the whole fam was shivering like there was no tmr. Seriously, it was fcuking cold! -_-" I told dad "Just take anything and lets get to the other end." Whats on the other end? Another super cold section -.- So just grabbed everything we wanted. I grabbed the marshmellow creme :D:D Hahahah! Omg, sucha pig :\ But there were only like 3 left! So i grabbed one (: Then we headed home. Sarah has been asking me from the moment we left the house, "Are you happy you're going to the U.S.? Can i come with you? Pleassssssseeeeeeeee?!" I say, "I don't know how i feel and no you cannot come." ^^ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss loads of ppl right now (: I've only got 12 more days to bid goodbyes to everyone )): Sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the night falls,&lt;br /&gt;and the stars shine bright,&lt;br /&gt;will you be there,&lt;br /&gt;to embrace the moment&lt;br /&gt;to share it with me,&lt;br /&gt;because i would not want to share with anyone but,&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5431440721325408929?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5431440721325408929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5431440721325408929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5431440721325408929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5431440721325408929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/dad-has-booked-my-ticket.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7880354957466477098</id><published>2008-05-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:14:09.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom wanted to hit me for being annoying in the morning but she didnt, she never does except for the one time when she hit me with the watch box. LOL! Okay, that was damn funny. Kay, stop -.- So yeah. Woke up and got ready for school. Called Neneh and all. Walked to the bus stop. Reached the bus stop and couldn't take it anymore, i ran back home. Thank God my house is like really near the bus stop. Hahaha. Then ran up to my room and puked -_-" So i didn't go to school and mom thought i wanted to skip on purpose so she was showing attitude and all. So yeah, i read my book, 'the nature of jade', i'm like half way through. Heh. The mom came in and used my eyeliner like nobody's business and i was pissed cos yeah, she plugged out the comp cable. -_-" I didn't even do anything! Sheesh. So yeah, we had a lil argument which left me crying. Like at 8am in the morning. )@($&amp;#%*#_$ ! But nvm, she called me up and told me there cable was and we talked things out. HAHAHAH. Wtf! Then after that, headed to the kitchen and made myself chocolate chip pancakes!! :D So sat and watched mtv for abit and went to play the computer xP Then went to the dentist to tighten my plate and the ppl were like pissed off with me cos yeah, i forgot to bring my card, AGAAAAAAAIN! Shite. Hahahaha. They were being really sarcastic and stuff. LOL! But yeah, my fault :\ When i got home i made myself cheese and turkey ham omlette! Oh oh! And a bagel^^ Hahah. I wanted to make french toast and drown it in maple syrup but there wasn't any white bread and the maple syrup tasted weird cos yeah, it was expired. I gotta stop eating / drinking expired stuffs. Hahaha. Oh, i failed one more subject. I think i'll be failing math too :\ Sigh~ At least its just three this time instead of 5 :D But still, i've yet to get back my malay paper 2. The marker hasn't finished marking?! Wthh. I can't wait to know my malay marks :\ Haha! I just hope i pass((: Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmr, i'm going for cikgu's chalet at ecp with the bunch of girls. I haven't seen them in a long time and yeah, whenever they ask me out, i already have plans so i haven't gone out with them in a long time. :| But yeah, hopefully tmr will be fun. Cos i'm yearning to have fun. I don't know why but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mom just told me some interesting / shocking news. Yeah, Dad wants to send me to the states for a 3 week vacation, just me, alone. Since he just got a new job and i was pretty bummed when i found out we couldn't go anymore. I guess he wants me to go back since i really wanted to go at the beginning of the year :\ But the thought of me going ALONE is pretty freaky. I mean, sighhh. And i haven't seen my fam there for like years already. So it'll be pretty akward. Omgggg. -_-" Mom said, they'll talk to grandma and see how things go cos if i'm going, i'm staying with her. She stays alone :\ So yeah, she'll have me for company for 3 whole weeks! Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just hope not to miss Juju's bday cos its the one thing i've been looking forward to for the holidays(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7880354957466477098?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7880354957466477098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7880354957466477098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7880354957466477098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7880354957466477098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-wanted-to-hit-me-for-being-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7164846737887448984</id><published>2008-05-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:32:30.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;MAY MY DAYS BE MORE HAPPY. THANK YOU(: &lt;br /&gt;NYEHEHEHEH. &lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And now, i have no plans for saturday except for the chalet? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I've already taken a 3 hour nap but does that help? Uhhhh, nooooooo -_-" Pathetic. My eyebags are fugly, wth, whose eyebags are nice anyway?! Sheesh. I've already gotten back some papers but i wanna wait till i get all of 'em back before posting up my results. I'll be really satisfied if i didn't fail more then 2 / 3 (: I don't have high expectations for myself, sorry to say so but yeah. &amp; Mom disapproves of my email so she made me make a new one just for my family in the states since we've been in contact lately. Hahaha. Aunty Leslie says i should become a ________ because i'm ________ . LOL! I wanna go back to the states so badly and we were supposed to go in june but thanks to dad's new job. The trip will be postponed to god knows when -_-" Ashraf kept poking my back with a wire so i pinched his thigh and he got angry at me. He said "Eh alamak, no need to pinch so hard right?!!?!?!?!" Then rolled his eyes at me and i laughed. Like,he poked me first! Jeez. Whateverrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yknow the girls in my class are being really mean to Agi and I. They NEVER take us in for projects and such cos they think we're very lazy and we do badly. So.. yeah. We're always stuck with the boys. Even the boys can take us in but you girls can't )): Science just now. Mr Ng told us to like get into groups of 2 / 3/ 4 / 5 and i looked around and everyone was like in groups already. Nobody even bothered asking if we wanted to join their group. Really saddening yknow. Forget it uh. Its not like any of you will even give a shite! Nvm uh Agi, Come come, we become partners and do the poster ourselves kay? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7164846737887448984?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7164846737887448984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7164846737887448984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7164846737887448984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7164846737887448984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahaha-may-my-days-be-more-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4942308713971181462</id><published>2008-05-14T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:57:18.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCrhdclCFTI/AAAAAAAAATg/38jCT6ShmhA/s1600-h/CRy+with+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCrhdclCFTI/AAAAAAAAATg/38jCT6ShmhA/s320/CRy+with+love.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200216615756633394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, me, fuch, kiddo and isyahnu were sitting at this alley and fuch decided to vadalise and then she found this picture of someone sitting down with her name behind. HAHAHAHAHAH! wth. why don't have my name??? ):&lt;br /&gt;Just as i was about to fall asleep last night, Nana called me (: Hahaha. I haven't talked to her in ages! Yeaah, Nana, Please Cheer up! Ily babee :D Remember : I've got the powerrrrrrrrr. Hahaha. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30 / 40am i got a morning called from Kiddo. I wanted to wake up after hanging up but i fell asleep again. Grr. Then mom came in and said bye and stuff then i told her i wanted money. Lol. So she gave me 10 bucks and then i checked the time and it was 8.56! Bloody hell. The meeting time was 9am. Hahaha. So yeah, changed meeting time and all. Turned on the water heater and jumped back into bed and slept for like 15 minutes then dragged my ass to take a shower. The water was awesome!! Now i know why Kiddo takes so long to shower -.- Hahaha. Got ready and then it started to drizzle -_______-" Packed my siblings library books and walked to the bus stop. It was freaking cold!! Sheesh. Met up with Sarah first and from the minute i met up with her, she practically didn't stop laughing. Hahaha! We saw loads of weird people. And this chinese girl.. She had like NO butt at all. It was like "half" as what Sarah said. Omgggg -.- Lol! Neneh was late and i was like afraid we wouldn't have enough time. Hahah. Then she finally came and we went to buy breakfast and Neneh didn't even wanna eat cos she said she wants to starve herself and all. So we forced her to eat Sarah's hashbrown. Hahaha. We kept laughing like retards while eating.. HAHA! Wtf. A good start to my day^^ Sarah and I were like ganging up on Neneh. Hahaha. So retarded. After we were done, Sarah and I headed to the library while Neneh went to meet her friend. The library was freaking cold. I was shivering like crazy. Hahaha. Sarah's boobs were wet. She told me so. LOL! Borrowed like four books. We saw Amalina and her bf there [: After that, we headed our seperate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and i was like almost drenched :\ Played the computer for awhile and then took a nap -_-" I knew it~ I knew ittttttt! Urghhhh. Lately, i can never live a day without taking a nap :\ And my eyebags are growing thicker and their like digoosting )): Sigh. Woke up cos siblings were making alot of noise. Screaming and shouting. Got out of bed and knocked on Sophie's door and screamed "SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!" in her face. Heheheheh. The mom was like "Your scolding the wrong person. Sarah was the one" Then i was like "Oh okay. Sarah, SHUT UPPPPPPPPP!" Hahahaha. :D Then went back to bed but couldn't sleep so i just read my book. :\ Now, i'm just doing.. well, nothing -_-" And fuch finishes school @ 7.30pm. $)$&amp;#%#@. BORINGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; right now I feel veryvery pissed. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4942308713971181462?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4942308713971181462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4942308713971181462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4942308713971181462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4942308713971181462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-as-i-was-about-to-fall-asleep-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCrhdclCFTI/AAAAAAAAATg/38jCT6ShmhA/s72-c/CRy+with+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7890939807776266977</id><published>2008-05-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:05:59.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the sudden craving to shop and eat b&amp;j's. &lt;br /&gt;But of course, all this will have to wait cos mom just cut my monthly allowance. Now its 3 bucks per day. Tell me, how am i to survive? Like c'mon, food isn't cheap anymore! ): Dang it. So now, i'm saving loads of money. But its all coins -_-" Nenek.. where are you?! Hahhaa. She loves coins and has alot of notes. I love notes and i have alot of coins! Fated man, fated :D I spent my whole day rotting my ass off. Sitting infront of the computer waiting for something interesting to happen / laying in bed thinking / reading a year in europe which fyi i've completed today [: &amp; Agi, not to worry, i'll return it tmr kay! ^^ That's after i go to the dentist cos when i went today, the dentist wasn't in -_-" And the clerk said "Isadora! Its so nice to see you! I haven't seen you in such a long time. Look how much you've grown up!" When she saw me 2 weeks ago -_______-" Hahahaha. Wth. I went to 7-11 and got myself some hot dog thing since it was like the nicest &amp; cheapest thing i could afford. Mom only gave me 2 bucks :\ Walked back home and there were many ite guys -.- Pffft. I hate going places aloneeee. :\ Like seriously, call me a whimp or whatever but its just like some kinda phobia -_-" LIke this sat i'll have to get ppl to fetch me from ecp! Hahah. Fuch? Kiddo? Hahaha. Pretty pleaaaaseeeeee? (: Oh and have i mentioned mom has thoughts about cutting my line and making me go back to prepaid when it hasn't been even a year yet? This is all because we have to do some major saving due to dad's new job ): I'm happy for him and all but .... D: Omgggg. x) Heh. And tmr we don't have school. I can't imagine myself continuing the same routine i did today. I shall hit the library and borrow some books since i know i'll be getting bored. I can't go to the movies / shopping / anything fun cos my wallet is like burnt. Okay, i have 20 cents but yeah :\ Haha! Soooo, ask me to somewhere that i'll only be needed under 5 bucks kay?! Yeaahhh~ Lolol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM FOR TMR : DO NOT TAKE NAPS! But if i were too, Kiddo be my alarm clock kay? Hahaha. He woke me up at 8am and 5pm today. Haha. Power or what? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : imy! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7890939807776266977?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7890939807776266977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7890939807776266977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7890939807776266977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7890939807776266977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-sudden-craving-to-shop-and-eat-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3984399426812895015</id><published>2008-05-12T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:53:36.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, 13th May 2008. 11.53am.&lt;br /&gt;Curse blogger. Wrong date &amp; time and i have no idea how to change ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of skin. Just out of boredom since i'll be doing practically nothing today -_-" Greaaatttt~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was math paper 2 aka THE LAST PAPER (: I didn't get to shout "WOOHOO!" before leaving the hall cos honestly, i was dead tired. But i'm satisfied that i got to ans more questions than i did for the first paper. Go me! Go me! :D Headed down to the canteen and called Fuch and woke her up and told her to go and bathe :\ Haha! Took 228 and waited for her at the bus stop and then we headed to her house. She let me use the computer. We were like playing next to each other. [: She warmed up shepard's(i forgot how to spell -.-) pie and fried like a ton of seaweed chickens (: hahaha! So yeah, we ate and played the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really horny dude added her on msn. It was freaking funny. He's from the states and stuff. Lol! Daaaaaaaaaaamn. Hahahah. We were laughing our asses off. He's really horny -_-" Then after awhile, we left to the atm machines cos Fuch needed to deposit and transfer. Went to macdonalds cos it was freaking hot outside. Sat down and drank coke and ate apple pie. Went back to her place cos her father wanted her to get some tube for his bicycle tyre. But in the end, we had to bring the whole bike with the punctured tyre to Ubi. We walked okay! -_-" When i'm with Fuch, we always walk long distances. Without fail. Eh fuch? Hahaha. Then we got the tyre fixed and wanted to ride the bike back but her father being super tall made the seat super high. Imagine fuch trying to sit on the seat if her legs are so short? HAHAHAHAHA. wth -.- Okay, i couldn't reach also :\ So in the end, we walked backkkkkk. Again! Hahah. Sat around and rested for awhile before i headed home [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3984399426812895015?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3984399426812895015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3984399426812895015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3984399426812895015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3984399426812895015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-of-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5380627420836965757</id><published>2008-05-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:22:19.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; i'm at fuch's house. she's cooking food for me ^^&lt;br /&gt;yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5380627420836965757?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5380627420836965757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5380627420836965757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5380627420836965757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5380627420836965757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-are-over-dddd-im-at-fuchs-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8359145548540757589</id><published>2008-05-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:09:50.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;your smile melts the heart.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes make thy drown.&lt;br /&gt;your words ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;your voice saves the day.&lt;br /&gt;what would i do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're there when i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;you're there like a saviour.&lt;br /&gt;you're my hero.&lt;br /&gt;you're there to pick up the pieces,&lt;br /&gt;of the broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;and put them back together.&lt;br /&gt;what would i do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes words won't do enough.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes words don't explain&lt;br /&gt;how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;how much i need you&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes when my world comes crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;you'd be there to save me.&lt;br /&gt;save me from misery, save me from pain.&lt;br /&gt;and that is better than words.&lt;br /&gt;what would i do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're not here, i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;when you're here, i never wanna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;the happiness that is brought with your presence,&lt;br /&gt;is precious and special.&lt;br /&gt;what would i do without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by dora rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 11th 2008.&lt;br /&gt;10.48pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to ; JUJUBINX &amp; ELFAC &amp; NENEH &amp; FUCH &amp; Him. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8359145548540757589?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8359145548540757589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8359145548540757589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8359145548540757589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8359145548540757589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-smile-melts-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1965467384174072979</id><published>2008-05-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:42:21.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCbabslCFSI/AAAAAAAAATY/zD1apKPQYj4/s1600-h/02click!(654).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCbabslCFSI/AAAAAAAAATY/zD1apKPQYj4/s320/02click!(654).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199082989203625250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MY HORRID EYEBAGS. &lt;br /&gt;I want someone to make my day. Anyone. Please? I wanna have fun since tmr is my last paper. I wanna be excited and happy and joyful =.= Wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1965467384174072979?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1965467384174072979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1965467384174072979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1965467384174072979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1965467384174072979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-my-horrid-eyebags.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCbabslCFSI/AAAAAAAAATY/zD1apKPQYj4/s72-c/02click!(654).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7969467024460556557</id><published>2008-05-10T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:33:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SAD. 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I AM SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7969467024460556557?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7969467024460556557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7969467024460556557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7969467024460556557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7969467024460556557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4372335215384395692</id><published>2008-05-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:04:08.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This week has been a total bummer. I need a breather. My friends and space. Thank you ever so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was horrible. I should've never slept early if i knew it was gonna give me a killer headache -_-" I could barely do my science paper. 15 minutes after the exam started, i found myself trying to stay awake. How wonderful. I hardly did anything. The only one section i sucessfully completed was the mcq. I'm not proud of it though. I thought i was gonna cry but apparently, God wanted me to save my tears for the worser part of the day. Cool kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents fetched me from school -_-" And we headed to ______ . Yeah, i had to talk in private first about the problems i've been facing and blablabla. Then after that the parents got called in. And Dad talked first. He talked about stuff like how it hurts him when i ignore him. He told me that things are going waaaaay off track. With school and such and everything leads back to my friends. I'm self-centred and only the word "I" is in my vocabulary. Ouch. -.- And then it was my turn to talk, and things got even more outta hand. There was screaming and shouting and loads and loads of tears. I think i cried a river(okay, crap). But yeah, my eyes hurt like hell right now. But i still hold alot of things inside, that's my fault. I'm just not ready to forgive fully. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams are over, i just with for my parents and my teachers to lay off for awhile. Stop breathing down my neck all the time. Stop being so bossy / kpo. I just wanna take a freaking break, is that so wrong Dad, Mom? Apparently it is. You guys never give me the space i need and yet you ppl are telling me to grow up. Jeeeeez. I suddenly can't wait to move out. Okay, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's a friend when you need one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4372335215384395692?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4372335215384395692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4372335215384395692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4372335215384395692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4372335215384395692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-week-has-been-total-bummer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7920538866183701411</id><published>2008-05-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T05:26:40.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBOP-vVF-I/AAAAAAAAASw/MoX8xVRxBJw/s1600-h/CIMG3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBMQuvVF2I/AAAAAAAAARw/dgTjKPhnviQ/s320/CIMG3481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197237820293715810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBMROvVF3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/QuAqff_tw7A/s1600-h/CIMG3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBMROvVF3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/QuAqff_tw7A/s320/CIMG3570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197237828883650418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agi took off her shoe to adjust her socks and i threw her shoe. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBMRevVF4I/AAAAAAAAASA/sT9qL6L8RGo/s1600-h/CIMG3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBMRevVF4I/AAAAAAAAASA/sT9qL6L8RGo/s320/CIMG3561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197237833178617730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mye is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;30 minutes after the geog paper started, i fell asleep. I tried to stay awake but it was harder than the paper -.- Wth! Mdm Siti came up to me and poked me really hard and told me to wake up and finish up my paper. I was practically dying. I need sleep! ): Fuck it. :\ Yeah, i dont know what to say overall about the paper. Agi kept going "Dora, Pass / Fail?" "Dora, Pass / Fail?" -____-" I wanted to smack her in the head. Haha! After the paper, i was so relieved. First thought : go home and sleep. But yeah, that never happened. Wtf. Instead me, Agi, Charan, Sepet and Syukri headed to Micheal and got something to eat. Me and Sepet bussed to the inter together and then went our seperate ways. Got home, switched on the computer and just did stuffs for awhile. Around 12, i went to get ready to meet Fifi @ Bugis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired, i thought i could sleep and walk at the same time. Pfft. Trained to Bugis and waited outside Topman/Topshop for her to come. We headed to topshop and got my pants :D Headed to macdonalds and she decided to sit outside. So we did and by luck, the sun came directly shining on us. Burning us. So we quickly moved inside. Fifi of course,got the most comfortable place whereas i got to sit on the stool things. I'm the tired one! ): While practising math, i kept looking around for empty tables. Finally, the ppl next to us moved and we ran to sit. Lol, pigs much? We sat there and then we started discussing on what to buy -.- We made a deal to take a break at 2pm to go walk around and get things for 30mins then coming back to study again. But, we never came back. Hahaha. Wth! I got a dorothy perkin's shirt for 16 bucks (: Yeahhhhh man. Then we headed to watsons and i fell inlove with a whole buncha crap there. Victoria secretttttt ): I need to ask mom for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to bugis street cos Fifi wanted to get herself something, she finally got something and we headed back to watsons cos she wanted to get shampoo. Lol. So we headed back and i took sucha long time to decided on what to buy cos i was so determined to get something there before leaving and i did. ^^ Yay! She had the sudden craving for mee rebus so we headed to the coffeeshop to get her satisfied. After eating, we headed to my house cos she wanted to borrow my book. So yeaaah, thats it (: I took a short nap..... again. -_-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Yeah, Sallah, its you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7920538866183701411?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7920538866183701411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7920538866183701411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7920538866183701411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7920538866183701411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/agi-took-off-her-shoe-to-adjust-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SCBOP-vVF-I/AAAAAAAAASw/MoX8xVRxBJw/s72-c/CIMG3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8430524935396595256</id><published>2008-05-05T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:27:25.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my parents rock cos they forever ruin my mood when i actually start to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;my parents rock cos they team up and go against me together.&lt;br /&gt;my parents rock cos they judge my friends.&lt;br /&gt;my parents rock cos they accuse me.&lt;br /&gt;my parents rock cos they take away things that i actually care about.. friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says i please everyone but myself. He says i'm always confused. He says i'm always lost in a world of my own. He says that i'm turning into someone i'm not. He says that i got influenced. He says that he never knows whats going on with me anymore. He says that its as if i'm not part of the family anymore. He says he doesn't know me like he used too. And i'm not afraid to admit that he's right. Except for the influenced part(diff story). But why am i so afraid to take all this into consideration? I don't get myself either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for exams to be over. I just pray that all the stress that came along with it will go away too and leave me alone for fucking sake. All i want is a break from reality, is that so wrong?! I need my friends. )': But i guess i need Sarah the most...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8430524935396595256?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8430524935396595256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8430524935396595256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8430524935396595256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8430524935396595256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4241956799626522134</id><published>2008-05-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:46:14.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;I got up and family wasn't home. Used the computer for awhile then planned to take a nap but the aircon men came over. They did whatever they needed and i just watched tv and played my new ps2 game. Dad was right, its freaking scary :\ Haha! But still, i find it uber exciting :D I wanna play it later. Heh. Then family came home and they brought me sushi(: So ate and went back upstairs and took a super long hot shower. I fell asleep.. AGAIN -_-" I seriously have to stop sleeping so much. Dang it. I woke up at 7pm. Sophie came in and said "Isa, get up. What time already." Wtf. She came in naked -_-" Ugh. Hahaha. Then found out that dad ordered kfc for dinner. Went downstairs and they finished up the pepsi and the popcorn chicken): Wtf. Urghhhh. So i ate like 4 pieces of those big chicken ball thingys. I have to idea what you call 'em. Haha. Mom of course, made a big fuss outta everything i said so i went up and did more notes and then she didn't believe me and all. She's driving me crazy. I can't wait to go to school on monday. I'm not lying, i just wanna get out of home :\ Sheesh. So obviously, my saturday sucked like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i left out something ytd..&lt;br /&gt;Kidddddooooo, thank you for being my alarm clock yesterday &amp; for telling me that my butt is big. Hahahaha. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JUJU &amp; FUCH &amp; AYUNI &amp; KIDDO &amp; ISYAHNU &amp; MICHELLE &amp; HANNAH &amp; KURT(4.50!) &amp; ASSWIPE &amp; HANNA PIRATE &amp; ZUEE.&lt;br /&gt;(i'll only stop saying this till i've met them all.[:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4241956799626522134?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4241956799626522134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4241956799626522134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4241956799626522134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4241956799626522134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4609647804291073013</id><published>2008-05-02T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:27:52.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a cold and its really hard to revise with eyes that weigh a ton and a nose that's itchy as hell. Pfft. I'm doing history now. I've completed Chap 4 &amp; 5 and i'm only left with 1, 2 &amp; 3. Yeah. Go dora go :D Then i'll do Geog since its our second paper and then i'll do whatever comes after that. I wish i was "rajin" enough to have started revision last week -_-" I'm forever doing last minute revision. I'm sucha lazy asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked. &lt;br /&gt;All the failures and the ones who haven't taken their Napha ran 2.4 today. I wanted to sleep so badly. If i could, i would have slept and ran at the same time. Pfft, whatever. Anw, i passed by one second. Lol! I walked at the third round if not i could've gotten a least a B. Kill me. Then after that, we just sat around and waited for the bell to ring. Kevin puked and he was sitting right beside me but i didn't notice. -_-" Until Weng Heng told me. Hahaha. He puked 100 plus. After the we had Mt and we watched another episode of 'Hanyut'. Honestly, i barely understood what the dude was talking about. He was practically mumbling the whole time -_-" I actually got to catch up with Zakiah for abit. It seems like forever since the last time we actually talked. [: Yeah. And i got a great big huge hug from her. :D Awesome shite. Then we had 2 periods of English. Thats when i started to feel super lousy. So.. i fell asleep. I actually drooled -.- Okay, stop it. Then we had Math which was damn slack.  Then school was overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! :D:D:D We had to wait in class for Ms Chong for our notes but she took forever so we went to the staff room and looked for her. We grabbed our notes and ran like wild dogs to the canteen. Spotted Zakiah and all then blablabla. Headed outta school and went home.. Straaaaaaaaaaight. I've been doing that alot lately :\ Cool kay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Acha,&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON! &lt;br /&gt;Imy &amp; Ily(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBskqevVFzI/AAAAAAAAARY/tBYqD_EZK1c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBskqevVFzI/AAAAAAAAARY/tBYqD_EZK1c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195786907326682930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &amp; Pop Pop &amp; Samantha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4609647804291073013?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4609647804291073013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4609647804291073013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4609647804291073013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4609647804291073013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-cold-and-its-really-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBskqevVFzI/AAAAAAAAARY/tBYqD_EZK1c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3003020110744458528</id><published>2008-05-01T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:01:48.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Initially, i had no plans today until i got super bored at 12.30pm. First person to call : Acha. Tiara invited me out to study but i had to turn it down due to some reasons. Sorry! We were thinking on where to go and we decided on airport. Zakiah of course, doesn't pick up the phone / can't go out so it had to be just the two of us. Reached Tanah Merah and waited for her. She came and Arasha called her and asked us to go down to Petal Mac. So we made our way to Bedok interchange and then we saw the bus going to Ecp and we kept asking eachother if we should go to Ecp instead. Haha. She wanted to cycle(i think it would be fun to study by the beach -.-) But we went to petal in the end. Haha. Reached, put our bags with Arasha and Sakinah and headed to Acha's house. She went to change while i used to the comp for awhile. Then we headed back to Petal mac and studied. I finally got a hold of Acha's history notes -.- After so long. And i have to copy everything by saturday latest so i can be all prepared on Mon since our first paper is History :D Yeay! We studied until 4.45? And then headed to Acha's house just to watch 'What A Girl Wants'. Sakinah wanted to watch so badly. Haha! Something retarded happened inside Acha's room. Switched wires, blablabla. You'd probably not get what i'm talking about, so nvm -.- Hahaha. We all cramped onto her bed and laid down and watched. Sakinah was trying her best to study but her eyes kept sticking to the tv and Arasha kept disturbing our boobs and such. Bloody hell. LOL! After the movie, i had a sudden craving for Kfc so we headed to Kfc and ate dinner there. Mom of course had to spoil it all with her childish attitude. Went home and parents wanna talk to me. Wow, like my life can't get any worse. Thanks alot. -.- I don't feel like going to school tmr. I have to take Napha.. Aloneeee. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3003020110744458528?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3003020110744458528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3003020110744458528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3003020110744458528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3003020110744458528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/05/initially-i-had-no-plans-today-until-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2567025008224416943</id><published>2008-04-28T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:02:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Juju like alot now. &lt;br /&gt;Things have "changed". We're not as close as before and it upsets me in many ways. I can go from being totally happy to totally sad, close to tears even just thinking about it. Sigh. And i wish we were close like before. We don't talk on msn like we used too. We don't really hang out much eventhough we go out together to the same place and all. :\ Its just kinda depressing. &lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I fucking miss you beyotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks more than ever. I'm just sick of hearing complains of me. Teacher after teacher ringing up my mom. Unfortunately, this time it was my Dad. All this stress can drive me up the wall. Boys in my class really need to grow up(no offence / i'm not saying i'm super mature) but really uh. I'm damn sick of you guys thinking everything you do is funny. Throwing a bottlecap at my head isn't funny. Mocking me isn't funny. Rubbing in the fact that the incident in dnt was my fault sure isn't funny. I sometimes wished you guys would just leave me the hell alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm waiting for the 1st of May and the day exams officially end. I have plans already and i'm proud of all the plans i made and i don't expect anything to get in my way. Even my parents. [: &lt;br /&gt;For once. I want things to be different for me. I'm tired of putting high hopes on YOU and getting nothing but pain in return. I dislike you for causing me pain. I hate myself you liking you in the first place. &amp; To think that all this happened just last week. Eeeeekkkk :\ I hate life right now. Hide awaaaaaaaaay~ Hide awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay~ Hide awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2567025008224416943?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2567025008224416943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2567025008224416943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2567025008224416943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2567025008224416943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-juju-like-alot-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5250530073835921441</id><published>2008-04-27T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:13:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBR71uvVFxI/AAAAAAAAARI/zArg44smSUw/s1600-h/kiddo,-juju,-dora,-isyahnu..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBR71uvVFxI/AAAAAAAAARI/zArg44smSUw/s320/kiddo,-juju,-dora,-isyahnu..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193912433274853138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Ignore My Face. [: (last week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBR72OvVFyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m_yeW5-bB1w/s1600-h/IMG_1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBR72OvVFyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m_yeW5-bB1w/s320/IMG_1088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193912441864787746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be away from home for 3 days, awesome (: Hahaha. Not as noisy, not as boring, not as rule-yyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we walked from Orchard to City Hall. This week we walked from Orchard to Bugis. Awesome shiteee (: Like freaking survivors. Fuch brought like some army water bottle. I have no idea what you call it. Its her bro's. We started at Bugis then went to town and then decided to walk from town back to bugis. I suddenly felt damn upset half way and pffft, whatever. Not like anyone cares. Eee. We walked around in circles looking for the shisha(again, no idea how to spell. damn it.) We finally found and some old dude told us we had to take a cab cos according to him it was damn far but it was like only how many metres. Haha! Pathetic. Shared money and chose cherry. I coughed cos its my first time and my throat burned alot. Okay, kental. Whatever. Kiddo coughed too! But overall, it was fun (: And i drank like 2 super big gulps and i'm craving for more. I didn't eat anything ytd, i just drank and at the final hour, my bladder gave up and i had to pee real bad. So we stopped raffles hosp to use the toilets and Jupjup and Kiddo were singing face down. Not shy anymore or what? Lol! Fuch took the bus and me, Kiddo and Jupjup took the train. Irfeen was alone and he sat with us on the floor and mom pissed me off -____-" Pathetic. Spoiler~ Fifi told me to meet her in macdonalds, so i went into macdonalds, looked up and down and she wasn't there. She came AFTER me. Lol. We shared money and took a cab home(AGAIN!) Hahaha. I had funnnnn [: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, i love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I did alot more then i posted. I'm just plain lazy.. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5250530073835921441?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5250530073835921441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5250530073835921441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5250530073835921441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5250530073835921441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-away-from-home-for-3-days-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SBR71uvVFxI/AAAAAAAAARI/zArg44smSUw/s72-c/kiddo,-juju,-dora,-isyahnu..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3745704668619177352</id><published>2008-04-21T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:35:53.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for Mids to be over then i'll be freeeeeeee :D It's only monday and i'm already sick of school. I forgot to bring my dnt stuffs and the teacher said that i might be getting a 0 for my artefact. Urgh. And that Mr Pek is damn irritating, i swear! So bloody irritating. Fag. Sheesh. Nobody asked for your opinion alright. We had cloze passage test again and this time it was super difficult. I was pratically cussing my way through the whole test. I feel like taking a nap so badly but i've gotta study for mids! But i need to sleep ): Omg. How how how?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Rizal is horny. Proof :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;watching porn.why?you wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;no la.watching this show called quadrophenia&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;im putting that on my blog&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;oi!&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;you put,you die&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not scaaaaaaaaaaaaared&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;what is quardrophenia? a scientific term for porn?&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;wah.how you know uh?&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;clever&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;it's about lesbians doing their thing&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;awesome la sia&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;there's this lesbian make full use of a dildo sia&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like die die must watch one&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;DoraRawr is Boncit. [: says:&lt;br /&gt;a-hole&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;how you know my hole is A cup?&lt;br /&gt;VIVA LA RYZEL! =D says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3745704668619177352?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3745704668619177352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3745704668619177352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3745704668619177352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3745704668619177352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-wait-for-mids-to-be-over-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-205407196229231652</id><published>2008-04-20T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T05:21:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sat :&lt;br /&gt;Morning at BT as usual. At around 1+, left and headed to Orchard to meet Fuch, Isyahnu and Juju at the Taka fountain. Then we headed into wisma to look at this hoodie but to me, it isn't nice -_-" Like seriously. Go buy something nicer man. We made our way to Far east by jay walking. Lol. Fuch hyper or what? Haha. Walked around looked at things and fuck it cos everything's so freaking expensive!!! Urgh. We sat down on the floor cos we wanted to watch a school band play but they took forever to start playing so we continued to walk around. Half way through, Isyahnu threw away her balloon. Hahah. Then we rmbed that we had to meet Kiddo and Aish so we went back to the Mrt and waited. We had no idea how to contact them cos Kiddo's pdd low and Aish's phone line is like dont know what. Haha. So we just waited. Kiddo came first. Me and Fuch started shouting "KURT! KURT! KURT!" all over hoping he would hear us. -__-" Oh yeah, we went into this shop called Bapes and we asked how much the hoodie was and the salesgirl was like "its $650 after discount." wtf?! Hahahah. After Aish came, we walked to Marina sq. Otw there, Fuch smacked Isyahnu's boobs and then she smacked mine and then i smacked juju's and it was like a chain kinda thing. In the end, me, juju and Isyahnu wanted to rape Fuch so Isyahnu ran after her but gave up half way and Fuch just kept running and she fell down like superman. Really really like superman. Sprawled out on the floor. I laughed like a total retard. Damn funny. HAHAHA! I still laugh at it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into Chijmes(no idea how to spell) and Juju got me a free coke (: Whoo whoo. With lemon babyyyyy. Hahaha. Then we sat down for awhile. Waited for Aish to do his hair. He took forever -_-" Then went to penin cos Isyahnu wanted a drink. Walked to Marina and just kinda went diff ways for awhile. Fuch and Isyahnu and their friend and I went inside and walked around. Went to 7-11 and they bought cup noodles. i wanted onion rings from Carls jr so yeah, i went to buy and it was sucha rip off! I was so pissed off. Urgh! In the end Aish like ate the rest of my onion rings. Haha. Sat outside mac. Waited for Fuch and Isyahnu to finish up their noodles then we headed down to Carls jr again cos Aish wanted to eat. I lent him money. I just bought fries and we kept refilling our drink cos its free flow :D Hahah. Then we headed back up sat at the carpet grass (: Hahaha. Aish kept disturbing me. He put ice down my shirt and it got stuck somewhere along my bra. Damn irritating. And he farted like super close to my face and it smelt like… UGH! Omggg. Shit you. Haha. Just sat there till our asses got wet and got up and headed to Esp. Sat down near the end there. Everybody was like quiet, doing their own thing. Fuch was sleeping. I was just looking around and all. Then Juju, Me, Michelle and HannaPIRATE(: headed back to Marina. Put our bags down and rushed to the toilet. I really needed to pee damn it. LOL. We reached the toilet and there was a long queue. EVERYTIME MAN, EVERYTIME! Urghhhhh. So bloody irritating :\ Sheesh. Then we headed back out. Just hung around till I needed to go off. Went home with Asswipe and Fuch. I got home way after curfew and parents made sucha big fuss. Mom to be exact. She says that I can’t go out next week ): Omg. I’ll be like rotting away! Eeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah Azuwera aka Nini aka Neneh aka Pepek aka Bestfriend [: &lt;br /&gt;Despite everything that went horribly wrong at the beginning of the year, i still love you to tiny lil bits. &amp; I'm glad that everything's better now :D Yeaaah! PepekBestiesNeverDie \m/ HAHAHAHA. And i have no idea how to thank you for always being there for me. Helping me in times of need. Giving me advices, pushing me to get over tootface eventhough i've yet to do that. Heh heh heh. x) Lol, i love you Neneeeeeeeeh (and nobody calls her that except me *sticks out tongue*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just random. But i meant everything i said (: Haha. I know i'm nice! ^^\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you cause a whole lotta pain, I swear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-205407196229231652?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/205407196229231652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=205407196229231652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/205407196229231652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/205407196229231652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/sat-morning-at-bt-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4726573529496967455</id><published>2008-04-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:45:17.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pardon me for not being the best kinda friend in your life but sometimes, its just best to appreciate someone for who they are. Clearly, you aren't very good at doing so. Instead you hurt people like its some kinda game. You enjoy forgetting i'm there don't you. When i'm not at school its simply pleasure for you cos you have one less person to care about. I don't know anymore, i'm just really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe love is beautiful becuase it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. Passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in its wake. Or it can let you alone because you have built a stone wall against it, set our the armed gaurds to keep it from touching you. The real trick is to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as vast and wide as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this place gravity and stability, where our feet can still touch ground."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had an older sister / brother. So random, i know but still, i'm totally jealous of people who do have an older sister / brother -_-" Jeez, i somehow dislike being the eldest cos my siblings treat me like shit. "MOMMY, CAN YOU ASK ISA TO SHUT UP? I DON'T LIKE TO HEAR HER TALK. SO IRRITATING." Wth. I'm your older sister damn it! And thanks Sarah so much for teaching Zack who used to be so innocent and cute how to say shut up cos apparently, it has become his fave phrase. Ohh, props to you. I so wish to be the youngest ): This is so saddening. Being an older sister is like torchure to me. But mom always gets me clothes and stuffs so gyeaah, that's one advantage but everything else is total torchure like seriously! You wait and see. When you grow up, and you have boy problems / bad hair day / no clothes to wear day / some girl at your school is picking on you, i'm SO NOT gonna help you. If i had to survive things on my own then you'll have to do the same. Oh yeah, free show baby [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm not going to school tmr, if anyone even cares. Cos i know you, you and you don't give a freaking shite. Shout yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; This post is damn random. Basically cos i have nothing else to do ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4726573529496967455?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4726573529496967455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4726573529496967455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4726573529496967455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4726573529496967455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/pardon-me-for-not-being-best-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2216858666979767676</id><published>2008-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:33:29.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SALCaTBKMrI/AAAAAAAAARA/oGvPv0pWfnA/s1600-h/Fuchhhyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SALCaTBKMrI/AAAAAAAAARA/oGvPv0pWfnA/s320/Fuchhhyyy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188923477721756338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Fuchinu, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;"Rawr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Life isn't a matter of milestones, but moments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll post once something interesting happened. So Rizal, go siow trying to read my picture. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2216858666979767676?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2216858666979767676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2216858666979767676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2216858666979767676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2216858666979767676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-fuchinu-3-rawr-life-isnt-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/SALCaTBKMrI/AAAAAAAAARA/oGvPv0pWfnA/s72-c/Fuchhhyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6328179739135137678</id><published>2008-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:28:27.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_91PFnWhtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QFMTyBlrH3E/s1600-h/hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_91PFnWhtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QFMTyBlrH3E/s320/hallway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187994197819819730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll walk the halls alone. &lt;br /&gt;Despite all my worries and fears. &lt;br /&gt;Because i know i can make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6328179739135137678?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6328179739135137678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6328179739135137678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6328179739135137678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6328179739135137678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-walk-halls-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_91PFnWhtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QFMTyBlrH3E/s72-c/hallway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3477934825866444559</id><published>2008-04-10T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:01:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_4qg1nWhsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yhpUSSkILkU/s1600-h/the-bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187630564413703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_4qg1nWhsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yhpUSSkILkU/s320/the-bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another page in your book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt; why i'm still holding on, i'll never know or understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt; main point: i'm still not gonna give up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;your the light baby, &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 1 / Malay 1 - 25th April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Mids officially start on - 5 May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;May i survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_4qK1nWhrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nrpOYgNq1vA/s1600-h/the-bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3477934825866444559?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3477934825866444559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3477934825866444559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3477934825866444559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3477934825866444559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-page-in-your-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_4qg1nWhsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/yhpUSSkILkU/s72-c/the-bin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7829038011164298873</id><published>2008-04-08T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T05:40:33.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_tndWyX--I/AAAAAAAAAQY/RRaEwPyEE8I/s1600-h/20032008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186853149877992418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_tndWyX--I/AAAAAAAAAQY/RRaEwPyEE8I/s320/20032008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_tnRWyX-9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g0NrT540Lg0/s1600-h/20032008(048).jpg"&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;/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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest AchaBby,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY! ILOVELOVELOVELOVEYOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always caring. Thank you for being such a good friend. Thank you for everything. Thank you [: Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please learn to grow less vain so we can make less trips to the toilet just so you can check your hair cos compared to my hair, your hair is veryveryvery neat kay? And please learn not to be so belo. Go round and round looking for coins so you can just take the bus cos you forgot your ezlink. I know you are very belo when Zakiah isn't around. That's just one incident. I know loads more! Baby, you are ooooooooooooooold! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ps : present belated ehhh. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry about what happened earlier on. I feel so horrible still eventhough you told me to fogive and forget. Things just went wrong and everything started coming back to me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset on your birthday. I hope you forgive me. I know that sometimes, things can go totally wrong but i never meant for things to get this bad on your birthday. I know that you've been forcing back your tears but crying isn't wrong kay? I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry ): I hope everything will be like beforeeee despite all that has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I bet friends of Acha and Zul would already know that they've broken up. And that Acha was the one who broke up with him. But for those who just found out, dyou even know the full story / all the facts? I bet you don't. Therefore, i think that you guys shouldn't be pointing fingers at Acha and calling her cruel / thinking that she's in the wrong. If you have no idea what happened, then i suggest you shut up alright? Its none of your business. I would post up the story but i don't have the permission to do so, so too bad. Just stop with all your crap. Stop being so childish and rubbing it all in. Fuck you ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;those memories will never fade. for its love that's conquering. &lt;/i&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/4832919936296918216-7829038011164298873?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7829038011164298873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7829038011164298873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7829038011164298873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7829038011164298873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-achabby-happy-14th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R_tndWyX--I/AAAAAAAAAQY/RRaEwPyEE8I/s72-c/20032008(017).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7978460705627001312</id><published>2008-04-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:24:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Juju &amp;amp; Aishah at small mac then waited for Fifi and Nana. Fifi came first and Nana took too long so me and Juju headed of to city hall first. Reached there and saw Fahfa and F and their friends. Greeted with hugs and all then stood ard there for awhile. Then we headed upstairs and I went to Spinelli to get a cookie then we headed to Starbucks to get chocolate cream chip to share. Walked to the fountain and sat down for awhile. Asswipe came with his friends. Took pics and stuff. Then came Juju's friend aka tunang, Fir and his friends. Then Nana and all arrived. Decided to head upstairs. Said hi to everyone then we saw Zuee, Aish and Michelle, Zuee's friend. Greeted agaaaain. Then they went to meet their other friends so we went to the cermin. Sat around for awhile. Then they came and we were practically walking back and forth uh. Hahaha. Then we finally settled down and just slacked. I was mostly quiet :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting hungry. Haha. We then moved. Walked to esp, then we just stood around cos we didn't know where to go. Then we decided to go see the performance. Sat down and then we decided to go eat first. Headed to Marina's ljs and ate. I ate in total peace, according to them. Lol. Then we went out and went to meet Nana at the zebra crossing. Sat down there for awhile then we walked to four sticks. We had to run across the road, climb over the barrier then run again. hahaha. Damn retarded. Reached there. Then we were like just sitting around and Aish wanted to play truth or dare. We played for awhile but we didn't do much. Then came the police. We got screened and all. She was really rude man. Hahaha. I had my sister's ezlink in my pocket and she said that i wanted to impersonate my sister and all -_-" Jeez. Fuchinu was screened first, she walked and waited where her friends were. Met her there and we walked back and sat down and waited for the rest to come. Hahaha. So retarded. Then me and Juju went off first. [: I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I shouldn't be expecting so much from you guys. Eventhough i get disappointed a whole lot nowadays. But nobody's to be blamed but myself kay? Cos apparently, i don't fit in with that particular clique. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7978460705627001312?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7978460705627001312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7978460705627001312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7978460705627001312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7978460705627001312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2617998170558745382</id><published>2008-04-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T06:56:26.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; He's the best oh the best oh the best oh the best. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's spoilt damn it! Urgh. Its still working but the screen is just black. -_-" So stupid. &amp;amp; What's more, i've lost my warranty card cos mom threw away the box. Thanks ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very tired. I got home before 11 yesterday, used the com till 12.40, went to sleep, woke up at 10.42, took a nap at 3.30, got woken up at 4.31, ate an early dinner, went back to sleep at 5.16 woke up at 7++. That's how my day was spent. I'm bored and i haven't studied for history. I was supposed to study after going offline at 3.30pm but i fell asleep instead. Bloody hell. But since i took a nap and i'm not even tired, i shall spend my night studying then go to sleep late [: Yeah bby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw Neneh says :&lt;br /&gt;kiss me! hug me! pamper me! sexx me!&lt;br /&gt;this all started with hunger. She refuses to cook roti john eventhough i've already told her how too. Her reason : hates cooking. Whatever eh Neneh. Then why bother baking huh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored bored bored bored bored bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I miss someone very much right now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Neneh's gonna make a cake for my bday this year. Scream, "YAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear handphone,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't die out on me. I need you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2617998170558745382?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2617998170558745382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2617998170558745382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2617998170558745382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2617998170558745382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-best-oh-best-oh-best-oh-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7987730804978196406</id><published>2008-03-29T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:57:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This plate that's cemented in my mouth is killing me. I can't eat properly cos i can't bite the foods. I only can drink :\ Or eat porridge. Mama said its an advantage cos i can like lose weight. Hahaha. I can barely talk properly. It as if i have a gallon of saliva in my mouth. Sheesh. 3 more months and i'll be wearing bracessss. Wowwwwwwwwweeeee. Brace face! Brace face! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got woken up darn early today. Parent teacher meeting / Principal talk. Blablabla. So gyeaah. Showered and gave Sophie her bday gift eventhough her bday is like on the 31st. Hahah. I got her a spongebob wallet when i went to Bugis / Town with Ira on friday [: Heeeeeh. Headed to school, Dad sent us. Sat in the hall, on the floor -.- Asses. MrToh gave a talk on streaming. I'm scared :\ Lol. Headed to class but my turn was like at 11am so me and Mom went down to the canteen and ate. My food tasted disgoosting thanks to the plaaaaaaate, ): Then we went back up. Dad came and he did most of the talking. Of courseeeeeeee, i got upset and broke down. But overall, i guess Mr.Lam is kinda right. Yknow, everything he said made sense in ways. So gyeaah, i may put what he say to use and all. I shall not fail 5 subs anymore. Heh x) Then went to Bedok to get things, ate at Banquet, couldn't eat cos gyeaah, stupid plate! Urgggh. I like ovaltine. Lol. Its gooooood stuff. Headed home, baked 33 cupcakes for Sophie's friends and family. Parents went off to pick up the kiddies at Bt. I left home ard 3.30pm. I told the driver WEST COAST and he brought us to EAST COAST. Bloody hell :\ Reached there and ate nuggets and drank double choc. Fifi came and we talked, walked around, i haven't seen her in agesssssss. I missed her yknow! ): After that, sent her to her class chalet at pasir ris and we came home. Sophie's friend is here and Sophie is acting like a total ass. I feel like slapping her right now! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; baby, you make my heart melt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WCWyX-1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5SSkAc81goU/s1600-h/Take-me-away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183174819626613586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WCWyX-1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5SSkAc81goU/s320/Take-me-away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WyGyX-3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/8wZ0XIFAf5M/s1600-h/Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183175639965367154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WyGyX-3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/8wZ0XIFAf5M/s320/Yo.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5XHGyX-8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HuBRR6iX6cg/s1600-h/yo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176000742620098" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WymyX-4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/w5oIhcKJJFo/s320/yo-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WzmyX-6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DH7f7vTGNQU/s1600-h/yo-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183175665735170978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WzmyX-6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DH7f7vTGNQU/s320/yo-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WCmyX-2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/TBMJdKWwXGk/s1600-h/Picture1.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/4832919936296918216-7987730804978196406?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7987730804978196406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7987730804978196406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7987730804978196406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7987730804978196406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-plate-thats-cemented-in-my-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-5WCWyX-1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5SSkAc81goU/s72-c/Take-me-away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3868484052116421565</id><published>2008-03-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:06:16.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Mr.Ng. He sucks balls kay. Urgh! He called my mom. Saying "Isadora sleeps in class, she reads during my lessons, she doesn't pay attention. She failed her common test badly, therefore she has to attend a half hour lesson with me after school every thursday." Wtfaaaaaaaaaag! Bloody irritating. He makes me wanna pull my hair out. I wanna murder him so badly right now :\ Sheeeeeeeeeeesh! D: I wanna blurt out a whole bunch of vulgarities right now but sibs are like behind meeee. Yes, i barely have privacy now. Isn't that just sooo much fun?! Shout "YAY"! for me kay? Thanks biatch. Why meeeeeeeee?! Of all people, MEEEEEEE! He saidd to meee ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng - I'm only doing this because you aren't like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THE REST.&lt;br /&gt;Ng - then you shall not be treated like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I'm not going for your remedial. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Ng - You don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiq was being a total ass during literature. I was already pissed off enough and he had to make it worse with his stuuuuuuuuuuupid mood swings. What the hell did i do to you now huh?! @!)(&amp;amp;$)(#%&amp;amp;_ @#*!@_# !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Me, Ira, Acha and Zakiah headed to the bazaar at Tampines to get something to eat. Ramly burger and that longlong thing? Hahahah. We went up to open plaza and sat right in the middle to eat [: Lolol. Looked ard for awhile then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, pissed and i wanna murder NgYS. Grrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3868484052116421565?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3868484052116421565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3868484052116421565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3868484052116421565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3868484052116421565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-817261107935308090</id><published>2008-03-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:45:24.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-pEuGyX-0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uAx6HsF1O9w/s1600-h/20032008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182029880129747778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-pEuGyX-0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uAx6HsF1O9w/s320/20032008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Random : I went to school today. Why? Cos i don't have Faizah's number and i don't think she'd wanna go to school with me anymore. &amp;amp; Neneh woke up late. Hahaha. Its been real long since i last went to school alone, yes, i hate going places alone -_-" Whatever Doraaa, you kental person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math put me to sleep. Mdm Choo is darn irritating. She doesn't teach well. I want Mrs Ang baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!! ): Grr. I was practically falling asleep but i kept talking to Agi about stupid shitesss. I enjoy sitting next to her. She gets me jokes unlike some peopleeeeeeeee, *coughs coughs* Min Min! HAHA. Abandonerrrrrrrrrr x) Blew up the place(insidejokekay). Then we had MT i was like really quiet for a reaaason. Immature. I just copied what we were supposed to do and yeah, recess. FINALLY. Ate and blablabla, still quiet. Agi made me feel much better with her weirdness. We started playing truth or dare, Agi asked me to tell Andreas that he looked hot today. -_-" Everybody was like whoowhoo. Hahahah. Nonsenseeeeeeee. Then Agi asked me to tell Shafiq that i was horny. So i was like "Shafiqqqqq! I need to tell you something." He saaaaaid : What? I saaaaaaid : AGI HORNY. Hahahah. She was like "Isaaaaa. Wtf! I hate you, stupid idiot." Hehheh. Okay, its lame but it was super fun ^^ Then we had like 4 periods of Ms Chong. Tsktsk. Then i rmbed this game i read about in a book so i decided to play it with Agi. Truth, no dare just truth. We had to ask eachother questions and we could only ans truthfully. Hahaha. Science next, eeyyerrr. Mr Ng was like "Isadora, you were absent on Monday right? Okay, listen now. Pay attention okay?" Then i was like "Uhhh, yeah yeah." Then he kept looking at me and i was feeling damn weird -.- I hate Ng. After first period, before leaving for the lab, he called Agi up front. And said "Aginaya, Isadora is weak in Sci and she doesn't pay attention in class. Its either she hates me or she dislikes science. Your her friend right, so can you please get her to pay attention?" LOL! She's now responsible of me? -________-" Sorry i'm such a burden. Lol. Headed to the lab and then Meihui said "Ehh, Isa i wish i can sit next to you in class. You like very funny leh. Sit with you confirm fun one uh" HAHAHAH! I was flattered kaay :D Then Agi was like "Tell me about it" LOL! To me, its funny. Then we played truth or dare again, this time with Fiq. He asked me to beat up Andreas and all. Damn retarded and Zul, you're freaking mrepeeeek~ Keep withdrawing yourself from the game -_-" Whatever kay! Urggggh. I had fun lauggggggghing. "Eh, Nigel, what happened to your face? First man shave is it?" HAHAHAH! Super retardeeeeeeeed. After school, Agi had to complete her bet : Tell Syukri that she peed in her pants. ((: And then we saw Syukri standing at the corridor so i made her go up to him and she said it and Syukri laughed and whacked her head. LOLOLOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, left and went to Micheal and bought flour, coconut milk, and eggs to sabo Azuzu. We lied to her telling her that there was a netball meeting. Hehheheheheh. Headed back into school and went to the back. I was carrying the eggs when i saw this ledge so i decided to place the eggs there and then two of them dropped on the floor and another one was in the midst of dropping when i caught it but it still cracked in the end. Pffft. Zakiah laughed her ass at me calling me Belo and all -.- Grrrrrrrrrrr. Then Azuzu came and we threw eggs at her and flour and then someone handed me the coconut milk and i accidentally drank abit. Tasted icky -.- Then i went into the toilet and it was in a total mess. Eggs and flour all over the sinks and floor! Wtfffffff. I came over and poured the coconut milk on her hair. Haha. Okay, ewwwwwwwww. Then Acha said : On my bday, if nobody sabo me i will go buy flour and egg and all and sabo myself. She and her upcoming bday. Sigggggggggh~ Save money, save money! Oh oh oh, the sabo-ed me abit. Actually Sepet did. Poured water and flour and i was supposed to go to BT. Grr. Hahahahaa. So i decided to take a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, took a cab again.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Jln Sentosa at Kembangan.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : Oh oh, i take you to kembangan okay. then you direct me.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay can.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : You what school?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Damai.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : Oh, i thought you were schooling here then stay at kembangan. Waaah, so far leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me : haha. no uh.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : orh (i learnt this from my chinese friend)&lt;br /&gt;Reached kembangan already.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : Stop here is it? (mrt station)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Umm, no no, go straight.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : Ahh? Got straight somemore ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : haha. Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : I wanna go orchard leh. You wanna follow?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhhhh, nooo?&lt;br /&gt;Driver : orh.&lt;br /&gt;*asks him to turn left.*&lt;br /&gt;Driver : eh, here got toilet anot ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : there's a coffeeshop over there *points*&lt;br /&gt;Driver : okay okay. ehh, can i stop you outside? i wanna pass motion uhh. *keeps making weird noises to hold is shit in*&lt;br /&gt;Me : uhh, turn left.&lt;br /&gt;Driver : Alamak cannot already ah. Stop here can?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh, yayayaya!&lt;br /&gt;Ewwwwwwwwwwww! Hhahahahahaha. Freeeeeeeeeeakoooooooooo! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-817261107935308090?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/817261107935308090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=817261107935308090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/817261107935308090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/817261107935308090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-random-i-went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-pEuGyX-0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/uAx6HsF1O9w/s72-c/20032008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8785533316022226722</id><published>2008-03-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:09:27.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-j4tmyX-zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HsxBbrmEiO0/s1600-h/27022008(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181664833679391538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-j4tmyX-zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HsxBbrmEiO0/s320/27022008(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;zακιαн says:&lt;br /&gt;doraaaaaaaaaaaaaa , look at my dp .&lt;br /&gt;zακιαн says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you soo much . and i know you will hold me tight and nvr let me go knn ? [:&lt;br /&gt;zακιαн says:&lt;br /&gt;i be upset and cry anymore kayy . im sorry dora i hurt ur feelings . i swear i didnt mean it,serious. i love you dorabby [:&lt;br /&gt;Dora Ultimatumzxzx Gives Free Hugs Bby! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;Dora Ultimatumzxzx Gives Free Hugs Bby! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Dora Ultimatumzxzx Gives Free Hugs Bby! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks bby. i love you too&lt;br /&gt;zακιαн says:&lt;br /&gt;*dont&lt;br /&gt;zακιαн says:&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's super sweeeeeeeet. Jgn kembang -.- Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strivers won cheerleading. Something happened, broke down. Everything went alright again and then tadaaaaaaaah~ Memories[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8785533316022226722?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8785533316022226722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8785533316022226722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8785533316022226722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8785533316022226722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/z-says-doraaaaaaaaaaaaaa-look-at-my-dp.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-j4tmyX-zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HsxBbrmEiO0/s72-c/27022008(021).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4377045499555855848</id><published>2008-03-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:44:51.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i got woken up freaking early. 7am. Bloody hell. We all got ready and headed to the Mariott for a breakfast buffet. Dad thinks its better then the other hotel -.- I think the other hotel has better donuts though! :D After that, we walked around abit. Bought a new book at borders and a new cd and that cd shop. Had a milkshake before heading home. We got home around 12pm and the only thing i did when i got into the house was run upstairs and jump onto my bed to sleep. I got to sleep for dont know how long before Acha called me to tell me that there was practice at 3.30pm. Daaaaaaaaaaamn. So i decided to set my alarm for 3pm since i was already ready and stuff. Woke up and it was 3.44pm -_____-" Sheeeeesh. Rushed like crazy and both parents didn't know that i had already left the house. Lol. Reached and everyone started rushing me so we could practice. I was really grumpy. All i wanted to do was to sleeeeeeeeeeeep. We ended at 7++ and parents were making sucha freaking fuss. Mom called me like a gazillion times and i got super pissed off and just started to scold her. She got angry and hung up on me :\ Thanks eh. Got home 13mins after my curfew. Hahaha. Woweeeeeee. I ran again. This time, a shorter distance cos the apple tea got me all bloated -.- Got home. Parents were angry as hell. Dad slammed the door. Mom didn't wanna talk to me. I just decided to stay in my room and read 'This Lullaby' till i felt sleepy but i couldn't get to sleep. I wanted to break down again. Forever and everrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom woke me up damn violently today. Poking the hell outta be. Wth. I got up and got a horrid stomache and told her that i wasn't going to school. She was still angry at me, super obvious. She didn't even come in to say bye to me like she always does. Dad gave me 50 bucks for the doctors but i haven't gone yet. Whatever. Tmr is sports day so i'll just go to the doctors after that [: All planned. Hehheh. I'm totally bored right now. I'm trying to change my tagboard but its all screwed up. My muscles really ache right now. My left arm is killing me. My back too -.- I feel so old ah. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm practically abandoning my camera -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4377045499555855848?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4377045499555855848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4377045499555855848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4377045499555855848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4377045499555855848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-i-got-woken-up-freaking-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3034901202176971436</id><published>2008-03-20T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:28:21.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx0WyX-qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pa9r4E6kl0A/s1600-h/Zacky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827665713494690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx0WyX-qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pa9r4E6kl0A/s320/Zacky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jyk2yX-wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kXpAhYZAy10/s1600-h/Zaim7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179828498937150210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jyk2yX-wI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kXpAhYZAy10/s320/Zaim7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JylGyX-xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5sxPKZxWoWE/s1600-h/Zaim8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179828503232117522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JylGyX-xI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5sxPKZxWoWE/s320/Zaim8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JylWyX-yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YPm2Xyta5ZA/s1600-h/ZAIM9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179828507527084834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JylWyX-yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YPm2Xyta5ZA/s320/ZAIM9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx0myX-rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/snbJY3ie2QU/s1600-h/Zaim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827670008462002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx0myX-rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/snbJY3ie2QU/s320/Zaim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx1GyX-sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TrJEj1tgMPk/s1600-h/Zaim2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827678598396610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx1GyX-sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TrJEj1tgMPk/s320/Zaim2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx1myX-tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y-3yX4sxhy0/s1600-h/Zaim3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827687188331218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx1myX-tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/y-3yX4sxhy0/s320/Zaim3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx12yX-uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sHfouikyfvM/s1600-h/Zaim4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827691483298530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx12yX-uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sHfouikyfvM/s320/Zaim4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JykmyX-vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aGZafSHEUws/s1600-h/Zaim5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179828494642182898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JykmyX-vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aGZafSHEUws/s320/Zaim5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JykmyX-vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aGZafSHEUws/s1600-h/Zaim5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture, my brother, Zacky. Hahahha. He and his oh so curly hair. Grr. And below are all Zaim. My 2 year old cousin. Cute right?! Hahaha. He's one photogenic toddler. He's always ready to take a photo (: Cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking along the reservoir with Kiaaah(!). Why? Because she's a great listening ear and friend. I was able to tell her everything about HIM and she listened and was there for me. Yes, i'm still freaking upset and i told her how i always cry at night. Sigggghhh~ Yea, kinda stupid :\ But its not my fault kay! I got home late, Mom and Dad weren't at home. Phew. Zakiah, I had loads of fun. Thanks&lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got homeworks and i'll be completing all of em kay! ^^ This time, its trueeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-JykmyX-vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/aGZafSHEUws/s1600-h/Zaim5.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/4832919936296918216-3034901202176971436?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3034901202176971436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3034901202176971436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3034901202176971436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3034901202176971436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-picture-my-brother-zacky.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R-Jx0WyX-qI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pa9r4E6kl0A/s72-c/Zacky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1651521441969981196</id><published>2008-03-15T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:10:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her a new wallet, a blouse and white pants. We had to like rush through getting her present yesterday evening after heading to Ikea to get my new furniture. Hahah. She liked her gifts (: Lololol. Headed to Chocz to eat breakfast, i love the omelette there. Hehheh. Then went upstairs for awhile. Talked and stuff and then went home at 3. Aunty Bedah and family were already there. Just sat ard waiting for Yaya and family to arrive. They finally did, Mom and Dad came home and we headed to Chai Chee seafood for dinner. There was, Me, Mom, Dad, Aishah, Zacky, Sarah, Sophie, Munirah, Shaqil, Naim, Azira, Zaim, Nenek, Aunty Bedah, Abg Fifi, Kak Zilah, Yaya &amp;amp; Uncle Zaini. We had like the biggest table there :\ Hahaha. I was totally bloated after eating so much food. Grr. Headed home, sat ard with the family then went to cut the baklava thingy aka mom's cake. Hahaha. It was superrrrrrrrrrr sweeeeeeeeeet! We have so much leftovers. Aunty Bedah was likeee " Ahhh, you and munirah naik bicycle and cycle ard the neighbourhood and sell! Dapat duit pe!" Hhahaha. Cute sia :D Then she told us about her childhood. Damn funny! After that, Kak Zilah's parents came over and all the adults were sitting in the living room talking while the younger ones + me were playing soccer outside. Hahaha! Okay, i was like taking photos, then i played and Azira took photos. Blablabla. So many ppl merajok-ed. Urgh! A total turn off! D: Then we all decided to head inside since it was like late already and they were leaving soon. Took pics, then everyone left. I'm god damnit tired kay! Sheeeesssh. I've got to complete all my homeworks now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Rena msged my sister thinking it was me. She msged me cos she changed her number and my sister was totally rude to her. Of course, i was pissed. So, i started questioning Sophie and she over reacted and shouted at me. Mama, your being totally unfair. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9vYtZAPLxI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvd68xNPilk/s1600-h/warm-embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177970470910111506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9vYtZAPLxI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvd68xNPilk/s320/warm-embrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"YAY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1651521441969981196?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1651521441969981196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1651521441969981196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1651521441969981196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1651521441969981196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-mama-we-got-her-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9vYtZAPLxI/AAAAAAAAANw/wvd68xNPilk/s72-c/warm-embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1282116112744994853</id><published>2008-03-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:33:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the problem just lies with yourself. maybe you just dont feel strong to handle this thing. but dont worry, it takes time for everyone to handle this kinda situation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is right. My self confidence is low, my thinking sometimes isn't straight, people get irritated by me easily and i'm not a very good friend, i am not strong, i cry all the time, i get really depressed at times. One of the good things about me, i can make ppl believe that i'm okay when i'm totally not. I'd be like "yeah, i'm fine." when i'm totally crying -.- No idea what's up with that. Why am i saying all this? Its all linked. I don't how to confess, i don't know what to say or what to do. And what if he doesn't like me back? Oh the horror and shame i would have to face. Its really heartbreaking. I get all upset and cry when i find out something new. But i just reallyreally like him. This sucks :\ I mean, not the liking part but the i-don't-know-what-to-do part. ): And sometimes, its as if i'm not there! Whatever happened to the closeness? I miss those times, i swear and i'd cry about it, i swear. &amp;amp; Yeah, i'm sorry that i'm not good enough. I'm sorry that i've got a million and one flaws. I'm sorry that i liked you when you didn't like me back. Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i seriously say sorry alot! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Daddy, please bring me to see grandpa. I'm begging you. I wanna see him before its too late. I'll kneel down and cry if i have too, i just wanna see him. I wanna see him, grandma, aunty mo, aunty les, uncle bill, uncle dan, billy, jake, randy, jack and samantha. i miss them so so much. I need to see them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1282116112744994853?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1282116112744994853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1282116112744994853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1282116112744994853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1282116112744994853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/problem-just-lies-with-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5063853357007392506</id><published>2008-03-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:42:40.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9kvDpAPLvI/AAAAAAAAANg/Qikq2EYydSI/s1600-h/CIMG2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220986232057586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9kvDpAPLvI/AAAAAAAAANg/Qikq2EYydSI/s320/CIMG2666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the library. We weren't very quiet :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9kvEZAPLwI/AAAAAAAAANo/ezMDP4cTsHI/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220999116959490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9kvEZAPLwI/AAAAAAAAANo/ezMDP4cTsHI/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Charan now known has CHARN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell inlove along the way.. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired. I want the holidays to be extended :\ Like that will ever happen. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom woke me up at 8 asking if i wanted to tag along with her and Sophie to vivo for breakfast. I was super tired and wasn't sure what i wanted to do. Haha. In the end, i decided to tag along. Dad dropped us off there and we went to coffeebean. I had a blueberry muffin and hot chocolate (: Heh. Then we sat around vivo for awhile. Watched small kids play at the playground. Comment on stuffs. Just chattttt. I dont know? Hurhur. It was around 10+ so we headed to Lido. But we were still early, headed to Borders. Got a new book, like finally. I've been yearning to read a book for don't know how long already! Andandand, Gigi, you're supposed to get my book that Ms. Sahira confiscated!! Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the macdonalds at Shaw / Lido.. Whateverrr. Sent Sophie off to watch a movie with her friends but it was kinda early so all of us went to walk around Far East. Mama's friend bought me a collar tee, a red one. Wowweeee. Hahahah. $32.90, lololol. Then it was around 12+ so i called Charan and she was like otw. And i called Neneh and asked them to meet at 12 cos i was already at Orchard but i guess they scratched that plan so yeaah. So.. I called Charan again and she was still otw and i was like "What?! You haven't met up with them yet?!" So i called Tasha and she was already with Agi so they were just waiting for Charan and Neneh. Sent Sophie and her friends up to the cinema and then went to Borders again with Mama and her friend, sat a coffeebean and her friend bought me pasta which i couldn't finish, #1- spicy tuna(too spicy-.-) #2- i was already full! Hahah. I'm sorrrrrryyyyy. I was starting to get pissed off cos Charan, Neneh, Agi, Tasha were taking so freaking long........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, wanted to watch The Eye but no longer showing? Bloody hell. Ps I love you, no seats. So it was Step Up 2. I liked the dance parts the most. Hahah. Okay, who wouldn't? Its practically the highlight of the movie. Lol. After the movie, we headed to Wisma just to look around then we headed to Esp just to sit down. Around 6+ we headed to Marina to eat dinner. Ljs :\ Tsktsk. Saw Fahfa there. Haha, exchange hellos and hugs and then went to eat. After eating, headed home. I was dead tired suddenly. Ugh. Then i started feeling upset while thinking of something / someone. I don't know laaaa. Irritating much? Walked home and now i'm blogging. Feeling tired as hell but i have no intention of going to sleep. Gaaah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I had so much fun with you guys (: Its been super long since we hung out. I know you guys missed me(rightttttt)! [: I'm glad we got to go out today. Hahahha. Neneh, thanks for hitting my bag really hard till it flew to some angmoh couple's feet huh. I'm gonna whack your boobs real hard, just you wait! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dental appointment tmr, i might be getting braces D: Oh the horror! And then to Ikea to get my room furniture. Then to wherever to get stationaries, books to read, new shoes -.- My shoes are gonna fall apart soon but i love them still ^^ I only have like one pair of shoes. I use both for going out and to school. I dislike those kappa ones. :\ Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5063853357007392506?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5063853357007392506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5063853357007392506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5063853357007392506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5063853357007392506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-was-in-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9kvDpAPLvI/AAAAAAAAANg/Qikq2EYydSI/s72-c/CIMG2666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7806969044446625921</id><published>2008-03-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:18:32.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQ5APLrI/AAAAAAAAANA/HjmxJ4PgpeM/s1600-h/Oi!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486740097969842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQ5APLrI/AAAAAAAAANA/HjmxJ4PgpeM/s320/Oi!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hahahaha! Zakiaaaah kau belo siaaa! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQZAPLqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uVyUPTqs7l0/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486731508035234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQZAPLqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uVyUPTqs7l0/s320/I%27m+getting+proooo..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, i'm almost there, almost there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQZAPLqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uVyUPTqs7l0/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTR5APLsI/AAAAAAAAANI/NTdyEBjIxmY/s1600-h/Okay+okay!+I+take+that+back!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486757277839042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTR5APLsI/AAAAAAAAANI/NTdyEBjIxmY/s320/Okay+okay!+I+take+that+back!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTSJAPLtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VsIAUz4Wa0U/s1600-h/painful+process,+seriously..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486761572806354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTSJAPLtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VsIAUz4Wa0U/s320/painful+process,+seriously..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful process, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTSZAPLuI/AAAAAAAAANY/Zm7StDr-bp8/s1600-h/You+ain"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486765867773666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTSZAPLuI/AAAAAAAAANY/Zm7StDr-bp8/s320/You+ain%27t+going+nowhere!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zakiah, you ain't going nowhereeee! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRfZAPLlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KlrM8352_Zk/s1600-h/Dudeee,+i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176484790182817362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRfZAPLlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KlrM8352_Zk/s320/Dudeee,+i%27m+the+monkey%27s+bestfriend+yo!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatcha looking at bub?!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRf5APLmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/12ckPhA40ro/s1600-h/Eh+mamamamaama..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176484798772751970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRf5APLmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/12ckPhA40ro/s320/Eh+mamamamaama..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm okay! I'm okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRgJAPLnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-RlM79xZsRA/s1600-h/Ehem+ehem,+makcik+or+whaaat!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176484803067719282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRgJAPLnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-RlM79xZsRA/s320/Ehem+ehem,+makcik+or+whaaat!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem, Ehem, mak cik or whaaaat? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRgpAPLoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uECNFdAOHlI/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176484811657653890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRgpAPLoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uECNFdAOHlI/s320/I%27m+a+monkey,+your+jealous..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aRhJAPLpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6bjjUe8aZYs/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a monkey, you're jealoussss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPbpAPLhI/AAAAAAAAALw/CQvRUq0mFbs/s1600-h/Almost+got+it..+Almost+got+it...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176482526735052306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPbpAPLhI/AAAAAAAAALw/CQvRUq0mFbs/s320/Almost+got+it..+Almost+got+it...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got it, Almost got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPbJAPLgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZcodImE9MJs/s1600-h/Ah,+i+didn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176482518145117698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPbJAPLgI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZcodImE9MJs/s320/Ah,+i+didn%27t+get+it!+i+didn%27t+get+it!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can i open my eyes yet?! Can i open my eyes yet?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPcZAPLjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/he3Bt454czs/s1600-h/Can+she+see+me..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176482539619954226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPcZAPLjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/he3Bt454czs/s320/Can+she+see+me..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owwwww."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPb5APLiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DGo75v8ct6E/s1600-h/Almost+gotcha,+almost!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176482531030019618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aPb5APLiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DGo75v8ct6E/s320/Almost+gotcha,+almost!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, gamba nie lawa k! Gamba ni lawa k!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[i just put up the pictures for the fun of it. don't get angry or whatever kay?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're my wish that won't come true. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of things now. Not people, just things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing on my mind right now is.. _______ . Yes, i would like to get over him if i ever could. I've tried once before but it didn't work :\ Neneh, Acha, Zakiah, Tiara and Sarah are the only ones that know that i like someone. IMFCUKER or what? ( inside joke, only Neneh gets it [: ) But still, i get really upset when i get updates about _______________ . Hahahaha. Very retarded, i know but i can't help getting jealous over the smallest matter. Again, only, Neneh knows what i'm talking about. I practically shared with her everything about him. Heh x) I'm getting pissed for liking him in the first place. I'm gonna go crazyzyzyzyzyzyzyzyzy ): This sucks. I mean it. But i still like him -________-" That's nice. Oh wait! Bobo knows tooooo (: I am trying to stay strong, reallyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late for remedial. Oops? Weizhen msged me telling me she got forced to go. Aww, poor thang! So gyeaah, my cramps got worse. I threw up. Ew. Haha. So i didn't go for ____ . Instead, i followed mom to Bt with the younger ones and i just slept away the pain. I only was awake for 2 hours before heading to sleep again. I took panadol and it makes me feel drowsy. No idea why, or is it supposed to do that? o.0 I woke up at 5+ and headed down to Ntuc feeling really groggy and bought chocolate cookies and munched on them while waiting for the younger ones to finish up whatever they were doing.. Lol. Then went home. Sophie puked in the cab -_______-" Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm oh so bored and i'm dying for anyone to beep me to keep me busy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Neneh and me are back to normal. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7806969044446625921?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7806969044446625921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7806969044446625921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7806969044446625921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7806969044446625921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahahaha-zakiaaaah-kau-belo-siaaa-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R9aTQ5APLrI/AAAAAAAAANA/HjmxJ4PgpeM/s72-c/Oi!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2213630990773525378</id><published>2008-03-09T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:36:48.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What happened to my happiness? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Apparently, it ran away and I'm in no such mood to go get it back. ): Yes, i'm feeling that upset. From a great saturday to such a horrible one. What did i do wrong? First, i got to know something that totally tore me apart. Upon hearing it, i broke down. Who was there? Juju, Fifi, Aminah &amp;amp; Acha. Then today, i get something new. My sister ruins it all first. It's amazing how an 8 year old can do so much to break you to pieces. Then THIS. THIS. THIS THIS THIS! I'm sick of it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm tired of trying to keep the friendship strong. I don't know what to do anymore. I KNOW YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT. I JUST DO OKAY. Why am I trying so hard?? Because losing a friend like you would hurt so much and someone like you cannot be replaced. But unfortunately, i've already been replaced. No longer the one to confide in, the first to get to know something new. No more fun joy and loads of laughter and jokes. No more besties no more horny shits. No more bitching. No more everything. I can't tell you how much I'll miss you. No words will put it right. But, i hope you'll be happy with your new bestfriend now. I hope she'll bring you much more happiness. Many loves~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yes, i may not be strong. I may not be like those other people out there who just move on and forget. Its not easy for me. And i know i'll never move on. Even if i say so. I'll just keep crying and hoping that everything would be like before. I may not be very bright. Not bright like you but i know and can tell right from wrong. I can understand minds. Eventhough i don't show it. Yeaah, i can admit that i'm very weak unlike you so superior and strong. Maybe it was all fated.. But its okay, i gotta learn to accept everything as it comes. Even if it takes up all my strength and hope. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm just really tired of going through all of this. I wanna scream my lungs out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My friends ; quality over quantity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2213630990773525378?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2213630990773525378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2213630990773525378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2213630990773525378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2213630990773525378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happened-to-my-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4180654911679289827</id><published>2008-03-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:39:03.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school yesterday. I was sick / still am sick. Okay, slightly. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Faizah. I was earlier :D For once? We were ALMOST late and she was rushing me like crazy. In the end, we weren't late at all -_-" Cause suspense only! Grr. Silent reading, i didn't bring any book and I asked Haris if he could give me like 2 pages of his newspaper and he said NO. Nice or what?! Zakiah lent me her literature book :\ Hahaha. Went back to class and had Math first. Okay, i wasn't really paying attention. Math is just too difficult for me! And MT, Cikgu didn't come. I was in the midst of planning to cabot to go for an earlier recess when the relief teacher came in. Damn it! Haha. Recess was normaaaaaaaaaaal. Geog, failed. Eng, passed. Not satisfied though. I'm seriously slacking in everything. What a disgrace -_-" In science, Weng Heng was playing with this lighter and when he put it against my skin and pressed it i got so called electrocuted. The lighter's spoilt uh. Then he opened up the lighter and did it again and i shouted "OWWWWWWWWWW! STOP IT LA WENGHENG!" The whole class was like "Woaaah" HAhaha. He had to stand infront for the rest of the lesson :P Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for common test. My own reasons kay. Headed over to Nini's and then ate nasi goreng there. Left her house at 3? It was raining heavily. She brought an umbrella and she being short kept ALMOST poking my eyes! With the umbrella. Hahaha. I kept having to dodge, imagine me dodging all the time? Eee, damn retarded!!! My shoes were all wet. Hahah. We were like retards walking on the small bricks to prevent us stepping into the puddles :\ In the end, i gave up and ran through the puddles and in the end, my shoes got even more wet -.- Bloody hell. Went to the polyclinic but the queue was super long? So didn't get a Mc in the end =.= Went to get a donut, Nini's treat. Then went to Tamp to meet Tiara. Just sat at Macdonalds before going off to pick up Sophie and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not feeling too good ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4180654911679289827?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4180654911679289827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4180654911679289827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4180654911679289827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4180654911679289827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-didnt-go-to-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4822184244469840348</id><published>2008-03-03T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:04:45.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; Baby, you lighten up everything &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneh, Faizah and I bussed to school together. Chairmen / Vice Chairmen had to go for some meeting thing. I'm so pissed. Everytime we get called out. It irritates the hell outta me. Go ask Agi / Faizah / Acha. They'd know how piss i get. :\ Went back to class. Had lit. I failed my 0.5. Okay, i admit, i haven't started reading Rice Without Rain. Therefore, i didn't know anything about chapters 1 &amp;amp; 2. Bloody hell. So gyeaah, explains the failure kay. I don't know bout Geog / Eng yet. Is Ms Chong ever gonna give our papers back?! Grr. Suspense, Suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Dnt. Ugh. I hate dnt. I forgot to bring my sketchbook like.. AGAIN. I haven't even started on it. I have no idea on what i'm gonna do or what i have to do. Fiq cos his finger stuck in the machine and i wanted to see what happened so i "ran" to go see. Eeee, disgoosting! Haha. His skin is like pinched with a bruise around it. Hahaha. Oh yeaah, Agi started ignoring him and he apologised to us for making fun of us. Heheheh. Sweet. Then had Science. Andreas and I got into trouble cos we were fighting outside the classroom. I was punching him like crazy and he pinched me and i pinched him. The class took forever to settle down and when we finally settled down, Andreas and I had to remain standing. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;English had debate. Not my team though. My team is like the last (: So yeaah, hafta do on another day. Whoopwhoop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, headed to mama and ate then went back to school and waited for Acha and Zakiah. Played Ira's psp for awhile. Went to the back and watched the time trials for sports day. Headed to Vari Nice to eat and then walked to the playground at the reservoir. They played marco polo and i took candids :D I'll upload them tmr. I'm lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my batt went low and my phone turned off. I was panicking cos i had to meet _____ . Reached tm and walked around the whole of tm and couldn't find ______ then went to CS and searced there but couldn't find _______ . I was starting to panic cos it was getting really late and i knew mama was gonna get pissed. Went downstairs and Eileen (pri sch) called my name. I was superduper happy to see her. Cos its been very long and she has a hp! :D Hahaha. So changed sim and called ______ . _____ toook forever to get to Cs and then after that i started tearing cos i got stressed up :\ ____ came and i went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4822184244469840348?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4822184244469840348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4822184244469840348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4822184244469840348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4822184244469840348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-you-lighten-up-everything-neneh.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4060334507776975061</id><published>2008-02-29T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:15:17.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A million and one imperfections. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so restless lately. Okay, i'm forever restless but i've been more restless this week. Yesterday, we had 4 periods with Ms.Chong and i dozed off and she didn't wake me up. She didn't ask Agi / Min Min to wake me up either. Nobody disturbed me and I could barely hear the loud surroundings. Meaning i was in a real deep sleep. Haha. I finally woke up and asked Agi how long i had slept and she said real long. Woah. Hahaha. After that, i could barely keep my eyes open. I just wanted to go back to sleep but i couldn't find the right position. :\ Dang it. Yesterday, sciece, we had a quiz. I got 11 / 25. 2 more marks and i could've passed science but noo, too bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Sci common test. It was driving me crazy. I couldn't take the pressure so i decided to close my eyes for a minute or two but i ended up dozing off.. AGAIN. I really have to stop it! I woke up and found that i hadn't answered like one or two questions so i started working on them. My answer didn't really make sense, i didn't study well enough. Sungei buloh questions, i only ans two. I looked at Jiaxin's paper and she ans all of them! Wahhhhseeeeeeey! Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went off to find Charan and Sepet. They helped me to flag cabs. Finally got a cab. It was damn retarded. Got into the cab and it was a lady driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - where do you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;Me - uh. Bukit timah plaza.&lt;br /&gt;She - huh? bukit timah? um, sorry leh. i dont go so far one la.&lt;br /&gt;Me - huhhh? Please? I'm in a rush. Please?&lt;br /&gt;She - noo, cannot. i dont go so far oneee. i take you tampines want?&lt;br /&gt;Me - i dont have money. my mom's waiting for me there.&lt;br /&gt;She - ohh. then you go get another cab. very fast one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets outta cab.*&lt;br /&gt;Charan and Sepet see and start breaking into fits of laughter. Charan was going wild. Boobhead! So then i decided to bus with them to bedok and get a cab from there. Went to Bubbletea first. 66 came and Charan hid her drink behind her back and i did the same. The bus driver was looking at me and said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl girl. You don't hide can? Go down and throw then come back up.&lt;br /&gt;"Okayokay. i'll go down."&lt;br /&gt;*walks to the back*&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, girl! go throw!"&lt;br /&gt;*get down from the back door walks to the dustbin and goes back up through the back door.*&lt;br /&gt;"girl girl, where you throw?"&lt;br /&gt;"outsideeee??????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bloody irritating. So i was the only one standing at the back. Apparently Charan and Sepet found seats for themself. Grr. The bus stop infront of school, alot of people boarded and i didn't know that i was holding up the crowd. Farhah and Syaz were like looking at me and i thought they were just smiling. So i smirked. Then when alot of people alighted, Farhah came to sit next to Sepet and said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She - Isadora, why didn't you move in? It was so squeezy infront!&lt;br /&gt;Me - oh! you were looking at me cos you wanted me to move in?&lt;br /&gt;She - theeeeennn? Haiyo! See lah. Dont wanna friend you already. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs to myself. i'm so retarded.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached bedok. Charan and Sepet followed me to the bus stop near the mrt to get a cab. Got a cab and got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;" Bukit timah plaza please"&lt;br /&gt;" Oh cannot leh. I going to change shift at pasir ris. you go get another cab uh. behind got so many. shouldn't be a problem"&lt;br /&gt;" *siggggggggggggggggggh* okaaaaaaaay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets out. goes into the next cab.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where would you like to go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bukit timah plaza please."&lt;br /&gt;" Okay, caaan. what happened to the other taxi?"&lt;br /&gt;"He couldn't take me cos he's gonna change shift at pasir ris."&lt;br /&gt;" Aiyooo. Then why bother waiting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECISELYYYYYY!! FINALLY A SMART CAB DRIVERRRRRRR! URRGGGGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukit timah plaza. Waited for mom and then did stuffs. Ate dinner there and there was this group of teen boys outside the lan shop. Apparently, a chinese boy shouted at an indian boy and the indian boy got so worked up. Totally irritating. I couldn't eat in peace. The indian guy shouted vulgarities and shouted "YOU WANNA FIGHT? COME AH. LETS TAKE THIS OUTSIDE. JUST YOU AND ME. JUST YOU AND ME" wth?!?! He took it from a movie! Patheticccccccc. With his hand gestures, oh so over exaggerating hand gestures. I felt like going over there and shouting back at him "OI! WILL YOU LET ME EAT IN PEACE OR NOT?" LOL! Okay, dreaming uhhh. Then we called the police. Heheheh. Kpo or whaaat? But seriously, the police in spore take forever to arrive man. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you've lost all hope? Dyou sit around and ponder on what to do? Or do you just give it a rest and forget that it ever happened? I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love 2E3.&lt;br /&gt;The incident that happened made me love you guys even more&lt;br /&gt;(only 2e3ians would know what happened during math kan? hehheh xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acha, Ira and Zakiah came over to my house after school. We just relaxed for awhile before heading out to Kallang Netball Centre. Watched the senior's match. They played good. I hope i can play like them one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we headed to Parkway and ate at Banquet and went to buy my polo tee before heading home. I had a great time eventhough i was effing tired. I really need to find time to catch up on my sleep. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i wish that this would end. I wish the pain would go. I wish you'd be the same. The one i knew before. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4060334507776975061?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4060334507776975061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4060334507776975061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4060334507776975061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4060334507776975061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/million-and-one-imperfections.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6526373409065550322</id><published>2008-02-26T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:51:19.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QY9WNRpCI/AAAAAAAAALg/vJNxVDFi9Xw/s1600-h/26022008(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QY9WNRpCI/AAAAAAAAALg/vJNxVDFi9Xw/s320/26022008(039).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285714340520994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUGNRo9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5L3BHjHaFKQ/s1600-h/Kiah-and-I-(LOL1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUGNRo9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5L3BHjHaFKQ/s320/Kiah-and-I-(LOL1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285005670917074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUWNRo-I/AAAAAAAAALA/WInV1JRaUCE/s1600-h/Kiah-and-I-(LOL2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUWNRo-I/AAAAAAAAALA/WInV1JRaUCE/s320/Kiah-and-I-(LOL2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285009965884386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUmNRo_I/AAAAAAAAALI/jUU0rVq__ZI/s1600-h/26022008(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYUmNRo_I/AAAAAAAAALI/jUU0rVq__ZI/s320/26022008(034).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285014260851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYU2NRpAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Js0lR4oEiTM/s1600-h/26022008(028).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYU2NRpAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Js0lR4oEiTM/s320/26022008(028).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285018555819010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYVWNRpBI/AAAAAAAAALY/KF44FEz1Vfw/s1600-h/26022008(040).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QYVWNRpBI/AAAAAAAAALY/KF44FEz1Vfw/s320/26022008(040).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285027145753618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was fun. The highlight of today. And i must say that i love sitting with Agi and MinMin. Min Min apparently blew up the place today *laughs like a mad woman*! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to slack with Neneh. We talked and stuff. We were sitting at the void deck when Ben came and sat down. He told us about him singing and stuff. Then we asked him to sing for us. I tell youuuu... FREAKING NICE BODO! Hahahaha. He's sings real good and he can do screamo toooo (: Bestbest. Then we looked through his phone and Neneh played his PSP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home at 5. Waited for Kiaaaah and Achaaa at Kembangan MRT. They took forever!! Then we walked to my house and we ate maggi first then joked ard and took pics before starting to bake. Hahaha. It was seriously veryveryveryvery fun. We all were beylo. Today, not just Zakiah but ALL of us :D Acha did all the baking. Me and Zakiah were just relaxing in one corner taking vids and pics. (: Gyeaaaaah! I had a freaking great time and they are coming again on Thursday for _________ ! I can't waaaaait :D Because i love my girls &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT NOW. I WANT IT TO BE THE WAY IT WAS. ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6526373409065550322?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6526373409065550322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6526373409065550322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6526373409065550322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6526373409065550322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/assembly-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8QY9WNRpCI/AAAAAAAAALg/vJNxVDFi9Xw/s72-c/26022008(039).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1214272538488498889</id><published>2008-02-25T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T05:23:13.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8LBDWNRo8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7T9VrPR0VuE/s1600-h/dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8LBDWNRo8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7T9VrPR0VuE/s320/dora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170907585419781058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE COKE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Math &amp; Science Common Test coming up. I have no hope for these two subjects. I failed them both badly. ): Bigbig siggggggh~ I need help, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was draggy. Okay, not really. It'll be even more draggy tmr. Since tuesday always ends late. I got all my books. Bookshop sells them for such an expensive price. Math textbook like 20 bucks? Bloody hell. Nonetheless, i'm satisfied that i've got my books bought. Heh xD &amp; Mr Ng gave let me off. He gave me till tmr to do my science homework. Is it completed yet? Err. No -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to TM with Acha, Zakiah and Arasha. Went to eat at food culture and yknow what? One plate of rice with three diff types of food costs $5.50. I paid for Zakiah since she didn't have money. I'm still regretting what i bought. It wasn't nice at all to me ): Super wasted! Sheeeesh. Then went roaming around before heading to popular to get my files. I bought everyone whatever sweet they wanted. Acha bought the most expensive one and Zakiah's pushpop was waaay shorter than its supposed to be. Hahaha! Arasha bought the cheapest (: Bobdog thaaaang. Went to slack at the open plaza but we got shooed away by the security gaurd cos we were wearing shoes and playing "dodge ball" with the Xs and Os. :P Heheh. Then went to walk around somemore. Oh and everytime Zakiah was walking in her own world we'd runaway and then watch her from afar. She looked like a lost ducky looking for her mama. Hahah! Acha, you have to admit that you were beylo todaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out planning to go home when i rmbed something. So went back in to look around bought and left. I was home early today, Mom didn't say a thing because she isn't home :\ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, know what know what? Shafiq (young boy ; neighbour.) DELETED my Need For Speed acc. I was bloody pissed off. I worked so hard on that acc and now its deleted so i have to restart all over agaaaaaaaaaaain ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Dad said that i forgot to lock the back door when i left yesterday. Like oooooops! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1214272538488498889?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1214272538488498889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1214272538488498889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1214272538488498889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1214272538488498889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-like-coke-ive-got-math-science-common.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8LBDWNRo8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7T9VrPR0VuE/s72-c/dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3699212784727524331</id><published>2008-02-24T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:49:27.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; Sincere dedications from the bottom of my heart. I love you ppl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8FzwGNRo5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/E9puA0jFSs0/s1600-h/tiarabeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8FzwGNRo5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/E9puA0jFSs0/s320/tiarabeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541117335249810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl above is my bestest ever bestfriend Tiara &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;She has been my bestfriend from primary 5 and I love her to bits! She understands me muchmuch better than any of my other friends. We only fought once before and to me thats a record. Haha. She knows how i'd feel and how to talk things out with me. She's seriously the best of the best of the best. Iloveyoubby :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8FzwWNRo6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2vKEdz5YHkU/s1600-h/sallah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8FzwWNRo6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2vKEdz5YHkU/s320/sallah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170541121630217122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sallah!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I shake her world, being one of her juniors that is. &amp; I'd like to take this oppurtunity to thank you sooooooo much for being there when I needed someone to talk to. You're really a greatgreat friend and I've never regretted having you as a friend. I hope we'll stay friends for a very long time. Iloveyoubby! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8F1XGNRo7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bc3rYn5g0vY/s1600-h/Acha,-Isa,-Kiah-(yog).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8F1XGNRo7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bc3rYn5g0vY/s320/Acha,-Isa,-Kiah-(yog).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170542886861775794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are named - Zakiah &amp; Acha. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;They are my deardear loves and I don't know what I'd do without their company and awesome hugs. They give the best hugs to me and that's the truth. They're always there when I need a boost and a laugh. They're great friends. Iloveyoubaby(s)! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _____ ,&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing I could do right now. Right this minute, it would be to turn back time and do everything the right way. To say everything the right way. Right now, I feel like everything's falling apart and our friendship is going down the drain. I miss everything we used to share. Such memories are priceless and they shouldn't be chucked away. I always took you more than a friend &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Doraaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3699212784727524331?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3699212784727524331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3699212784727524331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3699212784727524331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3699212784727524331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-above-is-my-bestest-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R8FzwGNRo5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/E9puA0jFSs0/s72-c/tiarabeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1655034710346396756</id><published>2008-02-19T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:36:43.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; i officially label myself : unlucky. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired / weak today. Eventhough i slept early yesterday i felt as if i haven't slept in days. Hahaha. Met up with Aliah and Faizah at Inter and headed to school. I was earlier than other days (: Proudproud. I was totally blur. I saw Neneh, Charan, Tasha and Agi but they just stood there and i didn't know whether to approach them or not. So i went with Faizah and all. Then Agi talked to me. So yeaah, talked and stuff then they wanted to go mama and so i said okay and they went off. Basically, it just didn't feel the same :\ For don't know what reason. Walked into school with them then went to sit down. Acha kept laughing for god knows what reason. Pfft. Weirdo! Headed back to class and then Agi noticed that my books weren't on the floor. So she asked me and i was like "Huh?!" I panicked. Hahahah. Then went to check under ppl's desk but my books weren't there ): Told Ms.Lee and she just shrugged. Inside i said "I hope you rot in hell". She was a bigbig help what. Ugh. So i had to go through the day book-less. This made me bored and i kept falling asleep. Ms.Mariana caught me. Hahaahaha! So retarded. Oh yeah, my history file was thrown away too. My test paper and notes D: Hais. I actually took the initiative to copy what was supposed to be written kay! Big sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Raj made all the chairmans, vice chairmans stay back for a short briefing. We have to go for this course thingy and its compulsary. Waaah, i feel like stepping down from being a chairman eventhough i get cca points :\ I'm seriously not interested in attending such courses and joining with the student leaders and all. To me, its just wasting my time. Argh. Then went downstairs and Tasha, Charan, Agi, Neneh followed me to the dumpster to check if my books were there but all the dumpsters were empty. So, they already took them away. I wanted to cry, i started to panic and asked Neneh to follow me up to ask the cleaner. So i asked him and he said that he had thrown all of them away thinking that i didn't want them anymore since they were on the floor(had a test few days back). He said sorry though so i don't really blame him. Eventhough we find him pervertic -____-" Walked outta school with Neneh. I felt uber sad. Mom called me and she was being all attitude-ish. I was getting all stressed up and was starting to get pissed off with her. I'm going to Bras Basah on thursday. The Vice principal suggested this -_______________-" Thanks. Urggggggggggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dear Love, i wish broken hearts could be mended.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1655034710346396756?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1655034710346396756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1655034710346396756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1655034710346396756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1655034710346396756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-officially-label-myself-unlucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4089302734055497800</id><published>2008-02-18T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:36:00.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; Hello Love, I need you. I want you. But those are dreams that'll never come true. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7l7jWNRo4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QuaBBYXXzRA/s1600-h/with-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7l7jWNRo4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QuaBBYXXzRA/s320/with-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168297894571254658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could pull my heart outta my body and tear it into a million pieces. Shattering every moment that was precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4089302734055497800?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4089302734055497800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4089302734055497800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4089302734055497800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4089302734055497800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-love-i-need-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7l7jWNRo4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QuaBBYXXzRA/s72-c/with-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1195612864036657128</id><published>2008-02-17T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:41:52.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; I hope i'll be okay. Though my skies are turning grey. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked things out with parents. I was somehow confident that i would win over. Heh. &amp; I did. I talked to mommy first. Trust me, my eyes hurt like hell. I can't believe i could cry that much within 2 days! Pffft. What a baaaaby! Mom was okay with what i needed. Like a later curfew and stuff. And how i should be able to do the things that are important when i need too. Tsk. Then at night around 8+ i asked Dad if we could talk. It wasn't a very long talk. I tried my best to get to the point but he kept telling me stories about his childhood / teen days. Hahaha. Then came the boyfriend part. I laughed my ass off. My dad's cute. LOL! But yay! I won yet again. My curfew is 10pm (hahahaha! early, i knooow.) and if i wanna go anywhere, all i need to do is beep my parents and let them know. YAY! :D &amp; Cos of this, i already made plans for next saturday. Heh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i would like to wake up and find myself on a beach very far away from here. i can't take the problems i'm facing right now. the pain. i don't tell everything to those who have been there for me simply because i don't wanna be such a burden. i never felt so used before. okay maybe i have but when i started having that feeling and now that i have to stop having this feeling, i feel so used and hurt. sometimes, i wish i never knew you. i wished that i never got to become friends with you. i wish i was smart enough to know that this was gonna happen. all i'll ever do after this is be angry with myself for not being mature enough. some may get what i mean. some may not. &amp; i'll be angry with myself because i was never good enough for you. argh. i'm sick of all this. i'm sick of trying to act okay and happy but i'm not. my mind drives me crazy with my problems. even if i'm trying to have the best time ever. something always crops up. yes, i know its life. therefore, i wanna runaway from life, if i ever could. i need you. period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7g5YGNRo3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vWCyPR_vdAA/s1600-h/we-are-broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7g5YGNRo3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vWCyPR_vdAA/s320/we-are-broken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943658553582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE BROKEN. I WANT EVERYTHING TO BE LIKE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought loose powder today. i applied it to my face. my face looked like a bottle of glitter in the store. wth? my loose powder is so super glittery. i wasted $6.90! but i'm satisfied with my eyeliner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1195612864036657128?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1195612864036657128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1195612864036657128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1195612864036657128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1195612864036657128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hope-ill-be-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7g5YGNRo3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vWCyPR_vdAA/s72-c/we-are-broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3616651776756678416</id><published>2008-02-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:48:24.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highlights for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;- played soccer with the boys and acha and oza. we won. i scored two goals :D go me!&lt;br /&gt;- Went for lunch with Acha, Ira, Arasha, Raikha and Amy. &lt;br /&gt;- Went to Acha's house to put down my bag then we were off to Bedok Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;- Played Marco Polo. I didn't know how to play so i kept shouting "GROUND NUTTTT!" Like a retard :P&lt;br /&gt;- Started running at 5.30. Ran like 1 or 2/3 of the reservoir only. Hahaha. Then me, Zakiah and Ira walked the rest of the way talking (: &lt;br /&gt;- Went home lateeee.&lt;br /&gt;- fought with mom. cried like craaazzyy. till my eyes got all swollen. &lt;br /&gt;- I would love to thanks SARAH and TIARA for being there for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;- Mom said i couldn't go out. (i kept coming home late this week :\) &lt;br /&gt;- I got angry and cried. I looked in the mirror and my eyes looked so fat (swollen.) pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to breakfast. Ignored Mom all the waaaay. &lt;br /&gt;- Went to BT and had a talk with her. &lt;br /&gt;- It went very well, i have more freedom and trust now (: YAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Yaya's house after that then went to eat at the coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;- Went home at 8++.&lt;br /&gt;- Talked to Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;- Everything's settled.&lt;br /&gt;- I am no longer angry at my parents. I no longer hold grudges. &lt;br /&gt;- Okay dah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Vagina hair talk made me laugh so hard (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science lab.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Eh Juling! Lend me you book can? I wanna copy. If you let me copy i'll love you forever!!! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Juling- Haha. I don't need your love!&lt;br /&gt;Me- EH! What laaaa you! D:&lt;br /&gt;Agi - laughs at me. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; It felt good punching Andreas and Shafiq :D Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3616651776756678416?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3616651776756678416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3616651776756678416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3616651776756678416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3616651776756678416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/highlights-for-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5265307378445152926</id><published>2008-02-14T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:48:38.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALENTINES DAY [: &lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who gave me gifts, hugs, kisses :D &lt;br /&gt;I love you people manymany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkaaay, i looked so retarded carrying sucha big bag to school. 44 cupcakes (: Instead of 50 cos i was too tired to do the rest and it was already really late. Hahahah. So yeaaah, and plus those soft toys on sticks. Heh x) I likeeeee. So yeaah, bussed to school with Faizah and Aliah and met up with the rest. Agi gave me a rose. Then i saw Acha and Zakiah so i rushed to them and gave them their soft toys on sticks. I lovelovelove their hugs! The most funnnnnest (?) ! &amp; I got kisses (: Then we all walked into school and during Mt we had like this peribahasa quiz. We were to do it in our groups. So yeaah, i didn't know we had to study! Hahaha. Okaay, i study also no use, i won't know a thing in the end anyway. Tsktsk. Finally we got dismissed for recess. Rushed up to the classroom then got the cupcakes and gifts ready and went to find Arasha but she wasn't in her class so went up to Sarah's class and gave her the cupcake and gift. Hahaha. I got a bigggg hug from her! Loves~ Heh. Then went back down and found Arasha. Gave her the things then went back up to class and gave some to my classmates then went back down and gave 1 each to Neneh and Tasha and then went back up and sat down. Phew. Hahahah. It was tiring you knoooow. Then art. Damn retarded. Mr Saiful wanted us to draw orange slices. So he said, the last person to finish pealing the orange has to stay back (forgotten already) or smtg. So i tried pealing the orange superduper fast and the orange spilt into 3 parts. Wth! Then we told us to each take a slice to draw and Agi went and ate hers so all of us ate ours and then Mr Saiful gave us the permission to eat the left overs so we took the one we wanted to draw and gobbled down the left overs. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to eat lunch with Faizah, Weizhen and Liting at Ljs. Then went to meet, Tiara, Tiara kecik, Nadia and Rafidah. But Nadia and Rafidah left shortly after :\ Oh Azura was there tooooo. Long time no see or whaaat? Hurhur. Azura kept wanting my vday gifts. Jealoooouuussss xD Went walking ard the area and this group of boys were teasing us about the flowers we were carrying. Bloody irritating. Went to the Library and i remembered that i was supposed to return my books tdy :P Hahah. Sat down at the 3rd level. Memorieeees. Hahahah. Saw Mdm Azizi she called us vain. LOL! Then Azu went off and we just sat and crapped then i went home (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently talking to Saiba. We’re talking about the past. When we were bestest of best friends! Hahahah. She was seriously the best (: We did a whole ton of awesome stufffff. :D I miss her to the freaking core. We MUSTMUSTMUST go out okay!! We’ll do everything that we used toooooo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7RFq2NRo2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2kXlmXc9ftw/s1600-h/black-%26-white-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7RFq2NRo2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2kXlmXc9ftw/s320/black-%26-white-rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166831274908820322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry i wasn't good enough for you. I don't wanna lose you as a friend. I miss those times when we were oh so close. I miss you ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5265307378445152926?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5265307378445152926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5265307378445152926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5265307378445152926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5265307378445152926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-thank-you-to-all-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R7RFq2NRo2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/2kXlmXc9ftw/s72-c/black-%26-white-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7327492271465667990</id><published>2008-02-12T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T04:27:26.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;IAMFCUKER.[neneh, you would know what i mean.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, everyone was tired. I got 2 periods of sleep since Mrs Ong didn't come. Cme okay? So yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neneh, i'm upset. I wanna cry again like the other night. You know, I know, We know. ONLY! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7327492271465667990?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7327492271465667990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7327492271465667990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7327492271465667990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7327492271465667990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/iamfcuker.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8152678982075988543</id><published>2008-02-11T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:59:06.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Don't look at the future, don't look at the past. Just look at the present. Now. Now. Now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to get to sleep last night. I broke down. It was super sudden, serious. I kept tossing and turning and my eyes were being such pains in my ass. Urgh -_-" I finally got to sleep at 12 (bad for a sch night. eyebaaaaaaaaags D:). Then i woke up at 3 and wasn't feeling too good but wth, i still went to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning. &lt;br /&gt;Faizah msged me saying she wouldn't be going to the inter. But i wanted her to go to school with me (hate going alone) so i decided to wait for her to leave her house. Heh. Then Neneh called and told me to wait for her at POSB. So i left home and headed to the inter. Walked by 228 and Faizah wasn't there so went to POSB. Waited for Neneh, she took longer than i expected. Called Faizah and she already arrived and was waiting for me. Hahah. Then Neneh told me she wasn't going to school so i followed her to Macdonalds to change. Then i rushed to meet Faizah. Grr. I'm sorry i was lateeeeee! D: We rushed like crazy cos we had like 3/4 minutes before the school bell rings. Hahahah. Retardssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, at the parade square, Acha sat infront of Faizah and I sat behind Faizah so it was Acha, Faizah and I. I came to sit down and Acha was like "Eh, hit Faizah's butt. Just keep hitting it." So i kicked her butt to please bby. Then they started laughing and stuff and i didn't know what was going on cos i was talking to Gigi who was sitting behind me. Then the bell rang and we all stood up and Acha pushed Faizah and Faizah lost balance and hit my boobs with her book. Wth -.- Perv. So i went and hit her butt real hard but i don't think she felt the least bit of pain. What a freaking waste. Acha kept laughing and then Faizah laughed and i laughed and we all laughed together. Okay, not laugh but giggled. Mr. Lam came and gave Acha a warning then he came and told me and Faizah that all three of us were going to stand after the national anthem. We were like "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!" LOL! So instead of saying the pledge i was cussing Faizah. Hahahaha. After everything, Faizah sat down and Mr. Lam was like "Eh, i told you to stand." So we all went to the back and stood there seperated from eachother like retards. I kept laughing. Urgh -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with Daddy at Ikea looking for new things to redecorate my room with :D Black and red or what? Haha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-8152678982075988543?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/8152678982075988543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=8152678982075988543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8152678982075988543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/8152678982075988543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-look-at-future-dont-look-at-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3785715671343673950</id><published>2008-02-10T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:34:03.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been different. In manymany ways. I feel so outdated after being grounded for a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand how it is to be angry at someone. Someone you love so much. Yeah, Mom, i'm angry at you. I've been angry at you since the day dad grounded me. When you just sat and watched me cry and cry. You did nothing except just sit there and add on to my punishments. It hurt me alot. &amp; When i called you that day cos i was angry you didn't let me do something that i really needed to get done. I cried so hard on the phone and you hung up on me just leaving me upset and angry. You didn't bother to ask if i was okay when you got home. You just walked passed me and expected me to say something. And i did, i said i was sorry that i've changed and that my attitude has become too "outrageous" for my age. I regret all those horrible things i've done to you. Like how i made you cry last Dec. How i made you cry twice. Once infront of me. I know sorry wouldn't have cut it. But i really am sorry. You know how hard it is for me to cope with all of this crap that revolves around me? Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I still can't get over the fact that YOU can't be there for me when ________ can! Even if she isn't my own mother. I tell her things i don't tell you. What does that say? I cry all the time, yeah, big cry baby, but i cry because i can't take it. I cry because i wish that i was a better person and that friends would treat me a whole lot better. People in particular that is. Or how i miss ______________ so much. I can never open up to you because i'm afraid to. I'm afraid you might get the wrong idea about me. I'm afraid that you'll just take everything in the wrong way. I wanna tell you so much, really. I want everything to be like it used too. When you were my bestfriend ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i need someone to talk to. someone who'll listen to everything i have to say. i wish that someone was you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3785715671343673950?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3785715671343673950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3785715671343673950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3785715671343673950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3785715671343673950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-week-has-been-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7819347809789687506</id><published>2008-02-04T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:24:44.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM GROUNDED. SCREAM "YAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm only using the computer cos i'm helping Rena with the Chinese New Year thingy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm sick. D: Suckssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; To Lulu, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took me on one more journey with the top down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; I thought i could move on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7819347809789687506?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7819347809789687506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7819347809789687506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7819347809789687506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7819347809789687506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-grounded.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2357645493254249541</id><published>2008-02-01T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T07:53:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; because baby, you're all i think about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School finished at 11.20. I was rushing with my art work. Thanks Minmin so much for helping me out (: Everyone shouted "woohoo!" when the bell rang -_-" Except for me cos i was rushing like mad. Okay, maybe i wasn't but still. I had alot to do before heading home :\ Looked for Mr. Saiful but we couldn't find him and so, me and Acha gave our art work to Mrs. Ong to put on his table and then i remembered that i forgot to write my name on my sketchbook. Bloooody toot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited in the canteen forever. Headed to Bedok. In a bigbig group. Hahaha. I can't say much about this part. So yeah. Skipskipskip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Turned on the computer and lazed around for awhile then got ready and left the house at 3pm. Went over to Acha's house and then took 5 to Far East. Went upstairs to eat. Regret what i bought. It wasn't really nice D: In the food place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arasha : Zakiah zipper steam. Puki steam ah.&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah : Sejak bile aku ade puki??&lt;br /&gt;* acha, arasha and i burst into laughter.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-" Zakiah Zakiah. Hahahaha! Went to wisma to get the present. I bought myself superman knickers baby! :D Hahaha. &amp;&amp; A spongebob wallet!!!! Woooo~ Bought famous amos and went outside to sit. Camwhored and roared with laughter. Haha. I think i got high on cookies and coke ^^ But i had loads and loads of fun with you guys. I wanna do it again!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2357645493254249541?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2357645493254249541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2357645493254249541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2357645493254249541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2357645493254249541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-finished-at-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4265800108779497260</id><published>2008-01-31T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:48:14.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; because baby, you're all i think about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DAD.&lt;br /&gt;Despite those times when i got really angry at him for not letting me do things that i wanted to do, i love him. We had a long talk about school, life, practically everything. He told me about his teen life and how it was hard for him back then. I almost cried hearing his story. And i told him how school is stressful for me and he said that i always looked depressed and angry. And how he always felt sad that i'm forever cooped up in my room doing things of my own instead of bonding with my family. I never knew that. He told me things like if i couldn't take the workload in express i could try something else. Like go Na or something. Okay, i don't want that but its just an idea. He asked me about where i wanted to study overseas. He said i could go to Aussie to study. I can travel around the world when i get older. &amp; How this march holidays i can redecorate my room. He said he wanted to bring me out. Like just go and hang out. Just the two of us. Which i would want so much. I miss hanging out with my dad. Haha. Oh wells, i wanna do my best for him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; He's right about alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i miss you ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4265800108779497260?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4265800108779497260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4265800108779497260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4265800108779497260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4265800108779497260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-baby-youre-all-i-think-about-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3607145463973761744</id><published>2008-01-27T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T04:32:26.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND YOU THINK YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS PROBLEMS. &lt;br /&gt;WELL, THINK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5x5sa7XHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/83haEWRFHP0/s1600-h/baby!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5x5sa7XHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/83haEWRFHP0/s320/baby!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160133077109251650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Thanks Baby for being there. The only one there when i needed someone to talk to, today. Your the best (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3607145463973761744?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3607145463973761744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3607145463973761744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3607145463973761744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3607145463973761744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-you-think-you-are-only-one-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5x5sa7XHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/83haEWRFHP0/s72-c/baby!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-596219712765846164</id><published>2008-01-26T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T05:41:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;this is a message from your heart, pounding away into the dark. you could thank me for a start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke me up. Mom woke me up. Sarah woke me up. Sophie woke me up. &lt;br /&gt;Basically, i couldn't get my ass of my self-made bed of blankets and pillows on the floor. Yes, i've decided to sleep on the floor. Its awesome kay. 2 comforters. 1 power ranger blanket. 1 bolster. 1 "the incredibles" pillow. 1 circle pillow. 1 bigbig comforter and i'm ready for bed yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i watch those netballers play on court, i feel like running onto the court and pulling off a player's bib and playing along with Damai. I wish i was a good enough netball player for Bok to allow me on the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I think it's time I realized the strange reality&lt;br /&gt;that this life, this land, is here and now and this person is me&lt;br /&gt;so I am not gonna waste this moment&lt;br /&gt;next time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5s3BK7XHjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OQZ43TnbIjk/s1600-h/CIMG1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5s3BK7XHjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OQZ43TnbIjk/s320/CIMG1283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159778291335765554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THIS IS A MAJOR HAIR CUT GONE TOTALLY BAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-596219712765846164?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/596219712765846164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=596219712765846164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/596219712765846164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/596219712765846164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-message-from-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5s3BK7XHjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OQZ43TnbIjk/s72-c/CIMG1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-351064689795882367</id><published>2008-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:05:45.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; i miss you . &amp; Dora Ultimatumzxzxz Gives Free Hugs Baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million and one things wrong with me. From my attitude to my appearance. Isn't my life so rocking? I never am able to please people. Everyone has a different kind of expectation. Therefore they want to CHANGE me. What happens if i like the way i am? Despite my bad points and shite. But yes, people always have to put all kinds of expectations. Then they go on about how i've changed and stuff. Isn't that just so pathetic? I mean, you ask me to change. When i have, you complain? Wth. Sometimes i wished i never ___________________________________________ . That part is personal. I'm not sharing it with anyone. I may not be perfect or whatever. I don't think anyone is. But if you can't accept me for the way i am, then don't bother being my friend. I would enjoy having you NOT to please cos seriously, i can't take your crap anymore. Have you ever questioned yourself about your attitude and such? Cos if you haven't then i suggest you do so. &amp; My appearance. I won't bloody start on that. Personal reasons again. Oh, i irritate people. Whoo, hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWISHPEOPLEWOULDSTOPTREATINGMELIKEIMADUMBBITCHTHATDOESNTKNOWASHIT.IMAHUMANBEINGOKAYSTOPTHINKINGYOURSOBLOODYSMARTALLTHEFREAKINGTIME.IVEGOTMYSAYTOOYOUKNOW.YOUJUSTNEVERGAVEMEAFUCKINGCHANCE.FORTHATITHANKYOUFORRUININGSOMANYOFMYDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, valentines is coming. -_-" Greaaat. At least Neneh would be happy with her bf on that day. Cos we haven't gone out in ages. Don't get it the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, i shall keep everything to myself now. Since i'm such a freaking irritant. Indirectly told.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-351064689795882367?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/351064689795882367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=351064689795882367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/351064689795882367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/351064689795882367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6464150797378875286</id><published>2008-01-24T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:59:53.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp; you never understood how difficult it has been. bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Mrs. Nair. 2E3's literature teacher. When she's in a bad mood, she takes it out on us. Sheesh. Go pick on others! Blahblahblah. She can go on forever and ever D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng Heng brought a condom to school. It got confiscated! Hahahaha. Today, he brought a freaking vibrator. &amp; Zul/Shafiq even told me how it worked and such. Weng Heng even let me press the buttont thingy. It freaking vibrated like crazy!!!! Omg, ewww! Hahaha! That was damn sick. Me and Agi were all tingly. Haha! It kinda looked like a barbie doll's handbag. So, what are you gonna bring next? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complete my art homework. Obvious right? Haha. Okayokay, i'm working on the whole "I will do all my homework!" thing (: Mr. Saiful asked us to stay back and complete it but in the end, he let us bring it home to do. Hurhur. Phew. Mr. Ng is at the sec3 camp. Whoopee!! Hahah. And the rest of the day kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school called up Neneh cos apparently she went home earlier. Being "sick" and all. Heh xD Asked her to meet me at mama and then went off to inter. Dropped off my books at the library and found out that there wasn't any fine given eventhough those books were overdue! hahaha. Awesome baby! :D Borrowed three more THICK books. &amp; its not wrong to read books. So stop asking me "since when did you become a bookworm" so sarcastically ppl. Urgh. Then Neneh wanted to borrow books so i waited and read abit of my book and then she came up to me and told me that she dropped her card in the reciept slot cos she was being so blur. hahah! So we went up to customer service and asked. She was kind enough to help us open up the machines. Neneh said 4th machine first but it wasnt there. Then she said 3rd machine and it wasn't there. It was in machine 2 -_-" HAHA! She was effing embarrassed so we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited with her for her dad. Then waited alone for Tiara, Nad &amp; Celeste. We went into mcd and just sat around asking Nad to treat us since she withdrew money! Hahaha. Celeste started video-ing us. So me and Tiara watched it and bursted into laughter. Hahahahahaa!!!! Omg, the vid is damn retarded! Nadia finally gave in and treated me and Tiara. Ate nuggets baby! (: Sent Celeste to 17's bus stop and Nadia being the person that she is.. Sneakily walked away when me and Tiara were walking towards the library. We found out Nadia wasn't with us and went back to pull her to the library. Freakoooooo! Hahahha. Just sat around and all. Bitched. :D Nyeheheheh. Then went home. Sigh. I love them to bits and pieces. My Baby(s)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6464150797378875286?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6464150797378875286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6464150797378875286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6464150797378875286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6464150797378875286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-never-understood-how-difficult-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5137494287022915639</id><published>2008-01-23T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T04:21:45.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;everybody gets carried away. everybody wants to have fun. but sometimes you forget the people who were always there for you and think that the new ones come and stay forever when they leave you in a blink of an eye. you only live life once, make it the best. just don't forget those that you'll always need. eventhough you may not know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal. I didn't do english and Ms.Chong wants me to pass up ALL assignments. Gaaah~ I regret not doing :P Haha. I seriously gotta stop being so effing lazy D: Tsk. Lower sec had assembly. I was dying in the hall. Teacher after teacher talked. Omg. I felt like walking out of the hall. They kept us back until 2.45pm. When school's dimissed at 2.15pm. Bloody hell. Then saw Tasha, Charan and Sepet but no Neneh. I asked where she was and they were like "i dont know. i dont know" So yeah. Walked out of school and saw her walking home. I wanted to WALK to her but she was going so fast so i might lose her. I RAN. From the near the mama shop to the shelter area. When i got closer i kept shouting her name but she didn't respond. The dude next to me must've been laughing is heart out on the inside. Embarrassing. So i ran again, this time faster so i would reach her faster and i shouted and she finally responded. I was out of breath my then. Geeez. Then i asked her to bus down to inter with me cos i hate taking buses alone. She agreed but i went to mama to get a drink first. Damn thirsty. Bused to inter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Acha and she said she wasn't going to the airport to see Darryl off. I made her get ready cos i wanted to go out so much :P Hurhur. In the end, we were both late and Darryl had already left. I only found out when i reached Tanah Merah. Acha was at Eunos still. So i called Arasha and asked her to meet me at tm since she was already there. Zakiah pemalas!!! She didn't go. Urgh. Waited for Acha then went to eat at ljs. Okay damn full after that. Headed to open plaza and into the small playroom (: Aircon baby! :D &amp; Cartoon Network was on. I haven't watched that channel in a long time! Hahahaha. They played hopscotch and i took pictures. Then Acha took millions of candids! Mate steam~ HAHA! So yeah. I had loads of fun laughing. Bought them both lollipops ^^ Am i nice or what? Headed home after that cos mom was making such a big fuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; IFUCKINGMISSYOUBABY(S)! [more than one person(:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to complete my work now. Art is difficult. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCK7XHeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/z1aqiyz9fKw/s1600-h/pout1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCK7XHeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/z1aqiyz9fKw/s320/pout1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645811539025378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCK7XHfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dUTleXx4EKs/s1600-h/put2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCK7XHfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dUTleXx4EKs/s320/put2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645811539025394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCa7XHgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m0qiYdHfz04/s1600-h/22012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCa7XHgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/m0qiYdHfz04/s320/22012008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645815833992706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxC67XHhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/InWMLZqkcPQ/s1600-h/CIMG1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxC67XHhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/InWMLZqkcPQ/s320/CIMG1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645824423927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find this kinda cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxDq7XHiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_DzMfcfa9A/s1600-h/CIMG1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxDq7XHiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K_DzMfcfa9A/s320/CIMG1073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645837308829218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arasha kept playing with the windows! -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5137494287022915639?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5137494287022915639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5137494287022915639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5137494287022915639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5137494287022915639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/everybody-gets-carried-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R5cxCK7XHeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/z1aqiyz9fKw/s72-c/pout1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1156641054016097734</id><published>2008-01-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:58:51.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- what is the chair person's name?&lt;br /&gt;Weng Heng+Other boys- IsaBOLA (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;Weng Heng+Other boys- IsaDOG (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;* Mr Ng walks over to me*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Isadora&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- huh? Isanbola?&lt;br /&gt;Me- NO!! Isadora.&lt;br /&gt;MinMin- Isadora laaah&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- Isandora?&lt;br /&gt;Me- NO!! Isadora!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- Isan? Do you have a nick name?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Isa&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- Isan?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Nooooooo. Isa.. NO N!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- Oh! Isa. Okay Isa do you mind telling me what you learnt in the lab ytd?&lt;br /&gt;Me- how to make things with balls&lt;br /&gt;* ppl laugh *&lt;br /&gt;Min Min whispers- Molecules!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me- but they look like balls!!&lt;br /&gt;Agi whispers- Molecules you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng- what else did you learn?&lt;br /&gt;Me- MOLECULES!!! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After answering, he let me go to the toilet. Me and Agi went. Hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1156641054016097734?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1156641054016097734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1156641054016097734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1156641054016097734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1156641054016097734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2109173935982206197</id><published>2008-01-15T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:58:12.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My knee hurts after the fall. Haha! Whatever -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal. A teacher shouted at me cos i didn't button my shirt properly and didn't pull up my tie. She shouted "YOU BETTER BUTTON YOUR SHIRT PROPERLY BY THE COUNT OF 5!!!!" Wth? &amp; Ms Chong gave me a warning. I have to pass up my assignments and i cannot DON'T pass up anymore :P Hahaha. Okay, i'll do them -_-" After school waited with Tasha for Agi and Charan. Sepet didn't join us today. No idea why. D: Oh, this man was like taking down names. He took down the person's name if they threw their rubbish away! Hahahaha! So lame okay. First was Fiq then Zul and Yan Kit then Agi and Charan and Natasha and the man asked for me and i was like "Eh, don't want uh! I scared." hahaha! Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay -_____-" I seemed super pathetic. Walked back into school  to follow Agi to the toilet. Then Syukri came. Haha. So we all walked out of school together. Tasha, Syukri and Agi on the one side and me and Charan on the other side. Roads i mean. I made Charan take train with me :P Hurhur. Stopped at Simei and she stopped at Tamp. Sorry i got you irritated with all my "head banging" and "singing". LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Tiara, Nad, Khai, Celeste and Rafidah. I was super talkative. Ask Nadia. She was like "Eh isa bising ah!" Hahaha! :D They ate at long john. I just stole fries. Heh xD Then we all went into eastpoint and started walking around. Going to the toilet then walked around somemore. Hurhur. Then sat at the taxi stand and Tiara pulled Khai and she fell and her skirt flew up! HAHA! Then her milo flew onto my blouse. Making it all milo-eee. And it reeked. Ugh. So we went into the toilet and she started cleaning up my blouse. Couldn't she be anymore rough? -_-" In the end it smelt even worse cos milo+soap! Ewww. Hahaha! So in the end borrowed Celeste's pe shirt. Thanks soooo much! :D Then we walked to the hdb area. Walked through the carpark and Khai linked her arms with mine and Tiara's and she started singing a malay song. And i slipped and fell. HAHA! So freaking embarassed. And there were boys like nearby. :\ Urgh! So from then on i tried to keep my distance from Khai. Hahahahah! She was like "Ah, yalah yalah."  Today, i feel so unlucky! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then trouble started to brew. Not between any of us girls. Hahah! I shall not elaborate (: Hope it gets settled though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is like the ocean, you can play with it and drown in it. It can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes or covered in fog; hidden behind a curve of road and then suddenly there in full glory, its wave come like breaths, in and out, in and out, body stretched to forever in its possibilities and yet its heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivable majestic. - Honey, Baby, Sweetheart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; FIQ, I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU SHOULD START TALKING TO HER YOURSELF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2109173935982206197?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2109173935982206197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2109173935982206197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2109173935982206197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2109173935982206197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-knee-hurts-after-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-9008821893418497363</id><published>2008-01-12T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:19:02.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4mejRRPlKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-d9KDzVcRiE/s1600-h/Besties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4mejRRPlKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-d9KDzVcRiE/s320/Besties.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154825577270580386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie has a bf now. I'm happy for her i guess. She's finally happy after what that black dude did to her. But, she's going out with him almose everyday. Even on school days. We didn't go to town, city hall, marina and all this weekend. We've been going to these place since what? The holidays? I wished school didn't have to reopen. Eventhough i may have fun in school sometimes but it isn't as fun when Bestie isn't always around. She's always going home to get ready. So in the end its just us girls. Charan, Tasha, Sepet, Agi blahblahblah. Yes, i miss you ): Gosh, im upset. Have fun later with your bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-9008821893418497363?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/9008821893418497363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=9008821893418497363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/9008821893418497363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/9008821893418497363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/bestie-has-bf-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4mejRRPlKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-d9KDzVcRiE/s72-c/Besties.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1370889022979194963</id><published>2008-01-11T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:09:37.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was ______ . I think i'll fall behind pretty soon cos i don't do my homework sometimes :P okay, i'll stop. Agi's been pushing me like crazy. Forcing me to bring home my books and all. Haha! Retarded~ This week has been very tiring. Really. I kept falling alseep in class. Classmates would know what i mean or how i was feeling. Okay, maybe only Minmin cos i always share how i feel in school with her :D Hurhur. This week, a guy spit on my face and Andreas stepped on my bag and broke my earphones. I asked him to buy me a new one and he was like "Walauuuu! my father only give me 2 bucks for school la! how to buy!" Whatever. I know he's lying. He's so freaking rich ah. Ass! In the end, Mom bought me new ones. 40bucks for samsung earphones? Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped netball today. I'm too tired! I can't take it anymore. Haha! After school went to mama then went to the interchange. Sat at princess mac and then off to the library. Neneh needed to get some books for her history project and for herself so i just tagged along. In the end we sat there reading for don't know how long. I love the book i'm reading! Honey, baby, sweetheart &lt;3 Freaking nice i tell you (: Hahaha. It started to rain and i got all comfortable and wanted to sleep but i didn't cos its a library with ppl. -_-" Left. Took 7 and the bus driver retained my ezlink cos it doesn't work? Wtfh! I paid 55 cents and he was like "student pass?" so i took it out and showed it to him then he asked me to tap it and nothing happened. Cos its spoilt. So he took it and i was like "whaaat?" and he said that i have to go collect it at the office or don't know what shit? Urrrrgggggghhhh. So embarassing. My picture is like ugly! Waaaaah~ I don't what i'm supposed to do to get it back -.- Greaaaaat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home and i called home to get someone to open the gate (i've no key). Nobody picked up. Called Mom. Didn't pick up. Called her work and i told her friend that it was urgent. Haha! Called Sophie and she was like all attitude-ish. Wth. Then talked to Sunti and she scolded me when i should be the angry one! I was the one locked out right? Irritating shiteeeeees. &amp; Im going out with Tiara tmr. Khairul coming to the east or what? "Ehem, ehem. We from the eaaaaaaaast" :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just now in english. The teacher made some of the classmates to go up and describe anyone from the class. The rest of us were to draw. This is how i saw how the people described ^.^ Oh and there's Syukri, Agi and A random girl too. Sorry people. No offence. Its just drawing -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XBRPlBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QihurTnkuAQ/s1600-h/SP_A0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XBRPlBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QihurTnkuAQ/s320/SP_A0322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154155764235867154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Girl -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XRRPlCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m2WdE3a38so/s1600-h/SP_A0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XRRPlCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m2WdE3a38so/s320/SP_A0323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154155768530834466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agi. Syukri called her a chipmunk. So... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XhRPlDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/atXiOoHqcCw/s1600-h/SP_A0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XhRPlDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/atXiOoHqcCw/s320/SP_A0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154155772825801778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Syukri. Please don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XhRPlEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nJw83cV4KE8/s1600-h/SP_A0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XhRPlEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nJw83cV4KE8/s320/SP_A0327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154155772825801794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chong -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XxRPlFI/AAAAAAAAAII/9LbDUUb3FoY/s1600-h/SP_A0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XxRPlFI/AAAAAAAAAII/9LbDUUb3FoY/s320/SP_A0328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154155777120769106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chong and Nicholas *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SBRPlGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Wd48Yi3mbw4/s1600-h/SP_A0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SBRPlGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Wd48Yi3mbw4/s320/SP_A0329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154156777848149090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl. Skinniest guy in class? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SRRPlHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h1B8X5U5r-g/s1600-h/SP_A0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SRRPlHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h1B8X5U5r-g/s320/SP_A0330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154156782143116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazalina. So sorry -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SRRPlII/AAAAAAAAAIg/FMGSs6urqHg/s1600-h/SP_A0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SRRPlII/AAAAAAAAAIg/FMGSs6urqHg/s320/SP_A0331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154156782143116418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGI! HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SxRPlJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UofY8YtwAfA/s1600-h/SP_A0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c-SxRPlJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UofY8YtwAfA/s320/SP_A0332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154156790733051026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul Al'Ameeeeen. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The story will be posted when i have more time alright? Sickosssss :D&lt;br /&gt;** HEY! I FREAKING MISS YOU! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1370889022979194963?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1370889022979194963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1370889022979194963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1370889022979194963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1370889022979194963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4c9XBRPlBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QihurTnkuAQ/s72-c/SP_A0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1541652454112343436</id><published>2008-01-06T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:31:51.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies with Neneh &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;She was late. I stood there waiting like a fool again. ): Hahahah. I wished someone would've called me so i wouldn't look so lost and foolish. Haha! I wore boyfriend shirt? Whatever -.- I like it alotalotalotalot. Okay, maybe i love it. I want moreeeee! :D We went to Shaw and bought tix to I Am Legend. Yay! Like finally~ Went to eat lunch at BK. Then proceeded back to Shaw. We were almost late. Heh. Bought Famous Amos instead of popcorn :D Whoopwhoop~ The movie was best! I didn't think it would be scary though. You should have seen me jump and scream. HAHAHAHA! Neneh kept laughing at me ): Seriously, that movie makes my heart jump. I kept pinching her arm when i got all scared :P Omg, such a lameoooooo. After the movie, we walked around and then we headed home cos i had to be home by 6.30. -____________-" Early or what?! Hahah! Okay, i had fun laughing. Like i said, you never fail to crack me up. Make me laugh and i'll love you forever~ hurhur, nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I LOVE ACHA AND ZAKIAH AND FAIZAH. Random? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4DXzRRPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMJbsjfrNko/s1600-h/Floor..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4DXzRRPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMJbsjfrNko/s320/Floor..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152355249520874482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4DXzhRPlAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A8tTft2fq5o/s1600-h/CIMG0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4DXzhRPlAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A8tTft2fq5o/s320/CIMG0425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152355253815841794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1541652454112343436?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1541652454112343436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1541652454112343436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1541652454112343436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1541652454112343436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/movies-with-neneh-3-she-was-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R4DXzRRPk_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMJbsjfrNko/s72-c/Floor..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1327555990172895290</id><published>2008-01-05T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:19:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R3-tbBRPk-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Exql6J7Fk3M/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R3-tbBRPk-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Exql6J7Fk3M/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152027178443969506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bestfriend, Nini aka Neneh aka Pepek! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY BIRTHDAY!! &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to spend Saturday with you so much cos i'm not free today. But, its okay. We shall celebrate it on another day. Rmb, i chopped for for that movie already. So, nobody brings her to that movie except ME! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the truckloads of fun and laughter. You always know how to crack me up. Thank you for always being there when i needed you. Your seriously one of the people i can rely on the most. And thank you for the advice about _____ . Hahahah. Okay, stop talking about that. Well yeah, I miss you okay! Now, you are 13 meaning 5 more years till your ketot slef can get a motorcycle! Haha! I get to be the first one to ride it. :D &amp; Rmb, no matter what..... IM THE BEST KINDA BITCH AROUND AND I KNOW YOU NEVER WANNA LOSE ME! whoopwhoop~ haha! May you enjoy your birthday, getting old and being a bitch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings the pepek song.* don't tell people what kinda song i made up okay. Its for our ears only eventhough i sing it out loud when walking with the rest :\ Yeah, shh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1327555990172895290?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1327555990172895290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1327555990172895290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1327555990172895290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1327555990172895290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bestfriend-nini-aka-neneh-aka-pepek.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R3-tbBRPk-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Exql6J7Fk3M/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3392980493664722672</id><published>2008-01-05T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:32:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I borrowed a book from the library and helped Nini borrow 3 books cos she has to pay a fine of 120 bucks. HAHA! So yeah, being the nice person, i let her use my ezlink (: I borrowed a book called ; Honey, Baby, Sweetheart. :D I haven't started reading it though cos i just finished So Lyrical. That book was freaking awesome!! Heh. Okay, now, i sound like such a freaking bookworm. But still, who wants to follow me go buy more books?! Hahaha. Okay, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out the whole day. From 10am in the morning till 8+ at night. Hurhur. My knees hurt. I feel so old :\ Yeah, i finally got my skirt sewed up. I didn't shorten it or anything. I don't like short skirts -.- Hahaha. I just replaced the buckle thingy and asked the aunty to sew the pockets ^^ Finally. Waited for family at BT. Then slept for awhile. I kept having to go pee, too cold i guess. LOL. Around 6+ Mom and Dad came then brought us+Sonya and Nikki to eat at Pizza Hut (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter slipped and fell and the table fell on top of him. Omg. Freaking shocked. Then he had to like limp and you should have seen the customers. All quickly standing up to see what happen and they suddenly went silent. Proves how kpo people are :P Including us. Haha! Therefore, our icecream was brought to us late. And we were rushing. Brain freeze! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, IMISSYOU! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3392980493664722672?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3392980493664722672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3392980493664722672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3392980493664722672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3392980493664722672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-borrowed-book-from-library-and-helped.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-8002927915951330650</id><published>2008-01-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:09:07.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was F-U-N! :D &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i felt so sleepy today. I mean in the morning that is. I slept early yesterday! Urgh. Nini was late agaaaaaain~ So we went into school without her. Its like i haven't seen her in a long time when i actually see her in school roaming ard. Hurhur. PE,MT,Recess,Eng,Math then school was over. I love fridays (: After school, followed Acha around but in the end, she went home to get her things so i went home too. Left my bag and all at home and just brought stuff i needed. Headed over to Aliah's house. Then me, Faizah, Zakiah and Aliah went to school together. Again. It started pouring and me and Zakiah decided to run while Faizah and Aliah just walked like nobody's business -.- Hahahah. I lent Aliah my extra pe shirt :D Nice or whaaaaat?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda late. Rushed and rushed like crazy. I got caught for long fingernails. Haha. I only trimmed one hand and forgot about the other :P Ran 8 rounds and i don't know whats wrong with me! I like couldn't run properly. My feet felt so freaking heavy! Urgh. Stamina dropped? I guess. Charan was like "Go isa! Go isa!" Hahaha. Then i kept shouting "Charaaaan! Wait!" Lol. Damn retarded. Yeah, Mr. Bok asked me and Jomin to sit out of training today. So sat with B2 and watched them get things ready for CCA day. Then after everyone was done with training we got ready to promote Netball! A big group of us went around the atrium singing and cheering. Bessst~ Then we all just like went in diff directions. I was with Zakiah most of the time. Piggybacking her. Then we kept shouting "JOIN NETBALL!" and the Ameer kept shouting "JOIN RUGBY" So we started fighting and Zakiah and Ameer started hitting eachother. Haiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the atrium and Farhah came up and was like "Eh isa, eh isa" Then she took like food coloring and put it on my face. So me and Zakiah wanted to get back at her so we went to the St.John corner and poured coloring on our hands. In the end, we painted eachother's faces. Damn fun. Saw Sarah standing so we went up to her and started vandalising her hand. We drew hearts and stars and wrote "Sarah Sexy" then she took the coloring and put it all over my face. My eyes, nose, all over my face. Omg. Hahah. Then Zakiah put it on my lips and it went on my teeth. Ergh, tasted disgoosting sia! Hahaha. Thanks alot eh. We spilled some coloring on our shirts and now there's like red stains. But overall, it was freaking awesome! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done, we cleaned up and headed to out of school. Walkwalk then the boys were like making comments on my face cos i didn't clean up cos i didn't wanna waste time as it was getting late. One even asked "Eh girl, you okay or not?" i said, "Yeah, perfectly fine" he said "Wah, i thought real" Sarcasm!! Then we ran and washed up. Thanks to the rugby boys for pushing the tap while we cleaned up. Hahaha. It was hard to get all those stains off but in the end, my face was still red -.- Grr. Went to eat at Vari Nice and went back to school to see secone's expression night. It got boring so we all left. 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Greaaat~ Okay, i didn't even feel abit tired which is weird cos i ALWAYS feel tired. Hurhur. Anw, I bussed to school alone while reading a new book cos i finished Ps I love you already and i only started reading this book like yesterday and i'm already half way through cos this book so rocks my freaking socks :\ That sounded so lame. But nvm. Haha. I reached the school bus stop only to find TASHA waiting! Good thing i didn't have to wait alone for the rest to come. (: Then Charan and Sepet came. Nini came last. -.- Forever. Went to Micheal and Nini bought things and we all walked into school. Hahah. Went to find my class, 2e3 -_-" I was like a lost duck! Haha! Okay, weird way to describe myself. Tsk. Then Acha and Faizah came and i was like "Okay, ppl to talk to" To myself of course. Nicki kept making me laugh, she sat beside me. I missed her so much i hugged her. Wait. Did i hug her? Haha. Okay, forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal started talking and introduced all the new teachers and there's this one teacher and her name's Chelsea and Wengheng, being Weng Heng had to make a comment and said "Wah, Chelsea ah? She from england ah?" Lol. I laughed cos yeah, he said it in a funny way. Then another boy said "Got Chelsea already. Where's ManU?" Wtf. Haha. Okay stop. The principal was going through rules and stuff and asked three people to stated the five core values or smtg like that? I didn't even bother to memorise! Haha. Then there was a spot check. Mrs Ong asked me to tie up my hair which i will not do cos i can't. I suck at tying up my hair. Hahaha. Then we had to go find our new class. We headed up to the third floor and couldn't find it. Second floor and we thought we found it so we sat inside. I sat like infront cos the boys took all the back seats. And then Gracia was like "Eh! Wrong class!" And everyone ran like crazy to find our real class. We were actually in 1E3. haha! Wtf. Found it and sat at the back. Near the window, i wanted the one near the door was the boys took it ): Urgh. Guess who im sitting next to? MINMIN! Agaaaaaain. Hahahah. Cool ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i didn't really pay attention to the teachers cos i was reading my awesome book ^^ Hahahah. &amp; I was like counting down till school's over. Haha! Despo~ When the bell rang i was like out of my seat wanting to head for the door but everyone was still waiting at their desk so i went back. Paiseh -.- hahaha. Went to meet up with Nini and Natasha. Waited for Natasha to get her reciept which took forever! Sorry Netballers as i couldn't stay back! Super sorry! D: Rushed off to Bedok Inter with Nini and then met up with Sophie. Sorry for making you wait so freaking long. Haha! Aliah and "Oza"(lol. she's gonna kill me) invited us to eat lunch with them at Kfc so me, nini and sophie went. Okay, in Kfc it was freaking gerek. Aliah makes me laugh my ass off and Faizah does too! "What? You think my english sucks?" "My english is suckier!" HAHAHA! Okay, you weren't there, you wouldn't understand. hahahah. They went to the library while me and Sophie headed to Bukit Timah. Yes, i go there every week. Got home at 8, on a school night ^^. hahaha. Whatever, big whoooooooooooop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ZAKIAH. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPER DUPER NICE YET PAINFUL HUG! :D MANYLOVES~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4591543885834162382?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4591543885834162382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4591543885834162382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4591543885834162382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4591543885834162382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-slept-at-1am-in-morning-and-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6253578302251410814</id><published>2007-12-31T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:18:17.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Bedok Interchange and waited for Nini for God knows how long! She was late, she arrived at like 12.40? When the meeting time was 12.15! Urgh. Haha! We trained to Town and the best part was.. The train we took from Bedok was practically EMPTY. Hahah! I was like "where the hell is everybody?!" Haha! We went to Shaw first to eat and check out the movies. In the end we didn't even watch a movie. LOL. &amp; There was an incident there thats still making me laugh now. Haha! Shh, nini, don't tell ppl! :D So yeah. We walked to Far East and looked around. Okay, we were actually just walking in circles. -_-" Haha. We sat down on the Hot Lights ^^ Our butts were like getting all hot and stuff so we got up and made our way to Wisma. Looked around and Nini had a craving for Auntie Annie's? Hurhur. So we went looking around but couldn't find it. I totally forgot where it was. We asked the security gaurd in the end :P Haha. Bought and sat at the stairs. Then Nini's legs started getting HOT so we had to go. My head felt so heavy :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to City Hall and sat down at Esp cos my head was still feeling heavy. It was effing hot outside and Esp wasn't cold -_-" Idiotic. We sat there and Nini like fell asleep and i was watching people dance. Haha. So we got up and went to Marina to buy Mc Cafe(cheap!). I bought a muffin again! :D Hahaha. Sat at the steps and camwhored. Hahaha. I kept taking candids of her and she got pissed. But i didn't delete any of them! Heheh. We sat there for like super long and then i asked Mom if i could stay later and she said NONONONONONO. Urgh. Nini knows how pissed i was. We left City Hall and went to Paya Lebar cos Nini wanted to get extensions done. I just sat and watched :\ Hahaa. Went to Bedok after that cos it was already 7+. Bought foods and went to the Skatepark to eat. Nini made me feel better. I was so pissed at my parents and she tried to make me feel better! (: Thanks! We camwhored again. &amp; Nini was like in love with this cat she kept feeding it her chicken -.- Haha! &amp; The cat like ate my prawn. Lol. Its okay, i can't eat prawns anyway. Hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed her to get something for her mom. Then we parted. I went home and Mom talked to me. I was still pissed and i didn't even wanna talk to her. Whatever. Watched the countdown on tv. Thanks for not letting me go eh. Urrrrggh! Worst New Year's ever. Minus the Nini parts cos she made me happy! :D I got like msges and i just sat on the sofa wishing ppl Happy New Year. Hahaha. Nothing better to do. For that, i slept early. Greaaaaaaat~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is tmr. I don't wanna end the holidays. Everybody is like so eager to go to school. I hate school, really. The only good part about it is friends, thats all. HAHA. Nice uh. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6253578302251410814?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6253578302251410814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6253578302251410814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6253578302251410814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6253578302251410814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/went-to-bedok-interchange-and-waited.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2711523294692178176</id><published>2007-12-30T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:46:30.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up early today, just to go to Botanical Gardens to feed the fish :\ Hahhaa! Okay, i had fun watching the fish eat the small pieces of bread i threw into the pond :D Hurhur. I took pictures but i lazy to upload. Hahaha! Went to eat at Dempsy Road. I love the Ben &amp; Jerry's place there. Its freaking awesome :D Hahah! &amp; Damn cossssssy! I ate fries and had a milkshake for breakfast. Healthy or what? Heh xD Went home after that. It was already 12+? Guess what i did? Sleeeeep :D hahahah! I was freaking tired. I slept at 1am and woke up super early just to feed fish? Woooooooooooow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much sleep. Like 2 hours only? All thanks to my mom and siblings. They kept banging on my damn door. Urgh. Why don't you leave your things in your room instead of in mine?! Grr. Then i got phone calls from unknown again. Who the hell is this unknown person? I bet its NIZAM! Hahah! Okay, stop -_-" Finally decided to wake up and went to play Need For Speed; Underground. Omg, i so love that game! :D I just hate my car. I won all the underground races except for the drag one cos i dont understand what drag is all about :\ Yeah, whatever. Mama made pastaaaaaa! &amp; I really wanna get a membership at the video store so i can rent movies. yeah, holiday is coming to an end and its only now you wanna movie marathon? Cb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, school's starting, i finished the first 2 pages of the science worksheet! I only have God knows how many more to go! Yay! :D &amp; History, i haven't even started ): Lit? What are we supposed to do again? English also have right? Gaaaaaaah~ This sucks. &amp; Netballers are staying back on the first day of school to make flyers? Okay, at least i won't have to go home so early. I don't wanna take the bus early in the morning, ALONE! SAIBA, GET YOUR MOM TO ALLOW YOU TO TAKE THE BUS! THEN WE CAN GO TO SCHOOL TOGETHER! :D Haha! Wtffffffffffffffffffffff. Which reminds me, i haven't altered my skirt yet, i don't wanna be wearing a skirt that falls off all the time :\ Urgh. School's so frustrating ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out with Nini tmr. Spending new years eve with my Boobsteh! :D Yay! Pepekzxzxzxzxzxzxz! *winkwink* LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2711523294692178176?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2711523294692178176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2711523294692178176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2711523294692178176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2711523294692178176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/woke-up-early-today-just-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-2936166019082786210</id><published>2007-12-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:05:10.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was funfunfun! :D &lt;br /&gt;Had problems in the morning but its settled. Brought Sarah to Pasir Ris to do her ezlink. I saw Cikgu Rugaiyah. Hahaha! She still remembers me!! ^.^ &amp; We forgot to bring Sarah's passport pic so we had to go take one at Whitesands. We walked from the first storey to the last storey, still no photo shop so we asked Customer Services. Hahah. Got the photo and went back and the line was just as long as before.  So we decided to go back on another day. Waited for Tiara at the interchange and took MRT back to Kembangan. Sent Sarah home then me and Tiara headed to Lavendar to wait for Khairun. She took forever and when she finally came she told us she needed to go home and take clothes. -_-" Wth. Took the train to Boon Lay then went into Jurong Point cos Tiara needed the toilet so bad. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and we saw her friends.. Khairul and Nas (?) I forgot his name. They went to smoke and we went to eat at Kfc. Hahah. Then we all went to search for my bag but i didn't like any of the bags there so i gave up and then we went to slack at the dont know what thing. Hahaha. Khairul is damn funny. Tiara was "bisu" for the time being and he kept making a big deal out of it. Hahahah. Then he started "dancing" and "singing". Gaaaaaah, funny man. Headed to Bukit Batok after that. Went to West Mall. Searched for bags again but again, i didn't like any of them. Waited for Khairun (she took forever). &amp; She said she was in the train when she was with her friend at Lot 1? I think sooooo. Hurhur. I forgot. Walked around somemore and headed to Tampines Mall. Just me, Tiara and Khairun. Looked around TM and i finally settled with a Nike bag. Hahaha. Then went into CS and walked around then Khairun had to go after we walked around the pasar malam. Me and Tiara got all frustrated cos of something. Hahahah. Headed home cos we were both damn tired already. Daaang~ The last time seeing them ): I mean, when school reopens i won't be seeing them as often ): Finefine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Pictures are with her. I didn't really use my cam cos i was lazy to take out :P Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Maybe Bestie's right? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-2936166019082786210?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/2936166019082786210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=2936166019082786210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2936166019082786210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/2936166019082786210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-was-funfunfun-d-had-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7531088326695853622</id><published>2007-12-26T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T04:34:57.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.IHATEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;ah, whatever~ like i did anything wrong. Nini knows, only her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too lazy to post. I've been so tired lately. But still, i go out -_-" I miss my friends ): I need my friends ): I can't wait to see them tmr! :D Whoopwhoop~ I'll be getting a new school backpack (darryl like tore my billabong one ): idiot.) and a new pencilcase (andreas made it fugly with his liquid ): idiot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, was Christmas. Sarah came to my room at 8am and started smacking me to wake up. I was effing tired. I don't rmb what i did that day :\ Well, i got up and went downstairs and opened up all my presents. Heh xD I got a digi cam, book on digital photography (HAHA), handbag from river island (Effing nice), belt from river island, shoes from river island (too big -.-), earrings, necklace, two blouses, two skinnies, white jewellery cabinet (-_-"), A NEW BIKE, a helmet (wth? HAHA), make up brushes, a red cardigan (too big ):), socks, ps2 games, need for speed underground and final fantasy, ps2. yup, thats what i got. This year, all the clothes i got, i could fit. It wasn't too small (: Happy kaaaaay. Unlike last year, all so small. Hahaha! My shoes were too big, hmm. Dang it~ I screamed when i got a camera. Its just a simple one, but i like (: My owwwwwwwwn. I fucking love Juju's camera!! Urgh. Beeetch! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to sleep and i locked my door. It was only like 830 so i planned to wake up at 11 cos people were gonna come at 12? In the end, I forgot to unlock my door, so i slept all the way till 1pm. Hurhur. Mom was like BANGING on the door for me to wake up. Everyone had already arrived and i haven't even showered :\ So quickly got ready and went down to eat with the rest. Haha! Just sat ard and talked the whole day. All the kids were playing with their new toys. Hahah. Fifi spent the night here cos she wanted to reformat her iPod. But, we didn't know how to do it so we just went to sleep -.- I woke up late again. I was late for my session. Gaaaaaaah~ I even had the time to go buy cookies when i was already 1 hour late. Gundu. urgh. Hahaha! Mom came to pick me up but i went to buy stationaries and brought Yaya, Munirah, Sophie, Sarah and Zack to eat at Kfc. Bought new school shoes, Kappa. Hurhur. I lazy to look nice for school this year. My skirt's tooooo big already and i still haven't altered. Homework, not even done! I'm so not prepared for school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Tmr, i don't wanna go ECP. I wanna go to the mall to look for my new bag!! Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7531088326695853622?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7531088326695853622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7531088326695853622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7531088326695853622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7531088326695853622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/ihateyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1992588600185713282</id><published>2007-12-21T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:42:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SHALL REDO THIS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving out the part where i had to send cousins back to Bukit Batok -.- Kay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Bestie at City Hall Mrt. She looked like a freaking cat with her eyeliner ^.^ We were both hungry so we went to BK at Penin and she started with her "cute boys" stuff. (THEBOYSBEHINDUSWERENOTEVENCLOSETOCUTE) (: Point stated. Went to Far East and started looking for things for ___ [cannot tell]. Nothing interest me so we went to Wisma and looked around Topshop. I like those wonderwoman Pjs!! I want those pleaaaaaaaaaaase? Heh. Nothing interest me.. AGAIN. So we went to Forever 21 and i settled with a orange cardigan/sweater. I liked it so much i actually went back to get the black one for myself (: Heeeeeee. We sat down at the staircase cos Nini wanted to have a smoke. The smoke was killing my throat -_-" Hurhur. Then we went up front and waited for Fee cos Nini had to make payment for her new shades but she couldn't do it herself cos she... Yeah, long story. So i had to become her and make the payment. If you get it. Lol. Went to Paragon's Toys R us and Bestie got all HORNY with the stuffed Patrick -.- I wish i could've bought Spongebob. It was on sale okay!! Urgh, irritatingsssssssss~ Went to wrap it and the wrapper's brother was being such a pest and kept rushing him he did a horrible job on wrapping the gift. Anw, i bought _____ his first basketball set! HAHA! So cuteeeeeeeeeeeee (: By the time i was done getting all my stuffs it was already 6.30 and we were both super tired from all the walking to we decided to go to Esplanade. Walked by the bay for awhile and got cupcorn. Yeah, she didn't finish hers, wasted my 2 bucks ): Sat at the rooftop and the people next to us were noisyyyyyyyyy~ Hais. Hahaha. Then it started drizzling so we headed back inside and Bestie brought her cigarette inside cos she didn't know she wasn't allowed to smoke inside. Pepek. HAHA. So yeaaaaaaah, went back down and i started walking outside and she came behind me and then pulled me back inside cos she was worried her make up would smudge. She started laughing like a total retard for dont know what reason and i just laughed along cos the way she laugh made me laugh -.- Haha. Then she finally decided to walk outside and i kicked her butt and she banged the sliding door. HAHAHAHAHA! Damn funny okay. You should have seen the way she "Flew" Hahaha. She only got to kick mine twice. Actually, she didn't even kick my butt, she kicked my leg and it hurt alotttttt -.- So yeah, Bestie got her new shades and kept wearing them even in the shopping centres and all. She used the big present to cover her head and then it fell and the shades fell too and the boys were watching and she got so paiseh. Hahahahah. Then she kept calling me pepek ): Hahaha. I watched people breakdance and she smoked and watched people go down the escalator -____-" No fun. Hahaha. Then she started pestering me and asked me to go to Marina Square with her so i did and these toots played a prank on me. Super paiseh. Beetches. (: Ate a muffin and drank some drink i forgot the name -.- Then we headed home. Nini got to take a car and i had to walk from the MRT. With that super huge toys r us plastic somemore. Urgh. &amp; SORRY TO THE PEOPLE I ACCIDENTALLY HIT WITH MY HUGE TOYS R US BAG, IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE. &amp; AH LIANS, STOP MAKING SUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT. As if your reading this eh. Haha. Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2zAiRRPk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mZ7qvyPeX98/s1600-h/SP_A0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2zAiRRPk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mZ7qvyPeX98/s320/SP_A0263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146700169161446242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS FAT/SHORT FINGER :D &amp; the smoke was killing my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2zAihRPk3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hIHfayWsDks/s1600-h/SP_A0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2zAihRPk3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hIHfayWsDks/s320/SP_A0267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146700173456413554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESTIEEEEEEEE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1992588600185713282?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1992588600185713282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1992588600185713282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1992588600185713282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1992588600185713282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-to-send-my-cousins-to-bukit-batok.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2zAiRRPk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mZ7qvyPeX98/s72-c/SP_A0263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6972833182604303669</id><published>2007-12-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:04:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BORED, SICK, BORED, SICK -_-" Tired? Not at all. So yeah, Naim and Azira wanted to sleep here so badly and my mom wasn't free to send them home so me, being the kind soul that i am offered to send them home tmr. Which i will be doing in the MORNING and then out to shop with Bestieeeeeee &lt;3 I need to shop for the remaining presents (: I can't wait to see her!! I just hope i won't be driven crazy with her "Sape? Sape tanye!!" thing. Urgh. Hahahaha. Mom thinks i have a boyfriend, omg, so random. -________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh i wanna take motor license when i'm 18 (: then car license when i'm 22 (: whooooooohooooooo. you wanna take what license?&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;omg i sound so belo -.-&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;MOTO?&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SO KETOT THEN WANNA TAKE MOTO?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;WALAOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;is that supposed to be an insult?&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh i wanna take KR okay. the racing bike. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;can ok!&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER NINI&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh you knw anot that time when we were at a shop at ngee ann mall if im nt wrong. that shop has an oversized shades, something like turqoise in color. you know?&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DREAM TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the price -.-&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;EH,&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;PPFFT.&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHEN YOU FINALLY GOTTEN A MOTO, YOU CAN'T EVEN REACH THE PETALS OR WHATEVER YOU CALL THOSE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;PADDLE LA! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;PETALS?!&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;they're for flowers la siow.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;you rock?&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;PADDLES&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER LAH&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I HAVE LOOOOOOOOOOONG LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. PAISEHHHHH KEPEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;SO?!&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;short legs are cute.&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;SO I CAN RIDE A MOTO, CAR, AEROPLANE, JET, HELICOPTER, ROCKET, SPACESHIP ANYTHING I WANT WITHOUT HAVING TO ADJUST MY SEAT NEARER TO THE STEERING WHEEL!!&lt;br /&gt;DORA. You make me laugh when i don't even wanna smile! (: says:&lt;br /&gt;LONG LEGS ARE HOT&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;so? you think i care ah?&lt;br /&gt;иιиι ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. She wants to get a moto but doesn't even have the proper LEGS! Hahahahah. &amp; yes, im insulting baby!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2p2ORRPk1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fELM9ANMi0Y/s1600-h/DSCF2070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2p2ORRPk1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fELM9ANMi0Y/s320/DSCF2070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146055511750185810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my not so curly hair ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6972833182604303669?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6972833182604303669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6972833182604303669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6972833182604303669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6972833182604303669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-bored-sick-bored-sick-tired-not-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2p2ORRPk1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fELM9ANMi0Y/s72-c/DSCF2070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-4008543166202468518</id><published>2007-12-16T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:18:07.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night made me sad, angry, SAD, ANGRY!!! I couldn't sleep till like 3/4 am in the morning. All thanks to ______ . -.- Whatever~ Watched BET awards and then the pain in my knees came back and i cried. Then it went away. Went up to bed and then i cried again cos i missed someone. I didn't think i could actually cry cos i missed someone :\ Omg, so retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12+ and nobody was home. Called Mom and she was out with Dad so yeah, watched tv till they came back then ate and all. I wasn't in the mood. I felt like all my energy was sucked outta mee. Haha! Ew. Then i fell asleep and woke up cos Juju msged me. Got up and went to eat a donut, Juju was jealous :D Hahah! I know you were. Then just sat on the floor like a retard waiting for something to happen :\ So lame. Went online and Mom asked me to get off and clean my room so i did. All my secone crap is in the garbage now. Now, my shelves actually have space for my new books and stuff. But, i still wanna get rid of this bunk bud. Fucking holes on the ceiling. Leaks in the morning ): So yeah. I only talked to Juju and Nizam today -.- Where's Boobsteh?! Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Now.......... I wanna show my kiddy pictures :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPRRPkyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Eiw16TSPo0/s1600-h/SP_A0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPRRPkyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Eiw16TSPo0/s320/SP_A0255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144543700441862946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one i like! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPRRPkzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JnHWdJbIPOU/s1600-h/SP_A0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPRRPkzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JnHWdJbIPOU/s320/SP_A0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144543700441862962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the missing tooth :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPxRPk0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DtqGdSGNJd0/s1600-h/1_950333997l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPxRPk0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DtqGdSGNJd0/s320/1_950333997l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144543709031797570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; THE ONE IN RED IS JUJU! MY BITCH!! Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-4008543166202468518?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/4008543166202468518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=4008543166202468518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4008543166202468518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/4008543166202468518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-made-me-sad-angry-sad-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2UXPRRPkyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Eiw16TSPo0/s72-c/SP_A0255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3032137459113388445</id><published>2007-12-15T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:03:36.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LEGS ARE KILLING ME. CHOP EM OFF PLEASE!! URGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Mama was in a good mood this morning. Eventhough i shouted at her :P Haha! Of course, she woke up me up questioning where'd i be going and stuff. Okay, i was being rude uh, but i was cranky! So yeah. Then ard 11, she msged me.. "Hi isa mummy left $50 on the computer table. have fun and be good. be home by 10 pm. thanks." Effing happy!! Hahaa! 50 bucksssss :D Then Sunti woke me up. Haha! So showered and Tiara msged me and made the time later and i was like -________-" I could have slept! Haha! So watched Mtv. Fuck, missed BET awards! Urgh. Haha. Then left the house. I was like the last to arrive :\ Therefore we were late. By the time we got to Lido, the movie already started. Tsk! I love THEODORE! I wanna marry that fat cute thing!! :D We got a free poster, Me and Azu. Tiara didn't get cos she has already. After the movie, headed to Far East, wanted to buy a bag but then changed my mind cos i thought we were going Bugis but we didn't in the end. Freaking wasted :\ Went to Marina Square to eat then we watched St Pats perform. Like a school band kinda thing. Went to Esplanade and walked around then sat down cos we were so tired -.- Then ard 830 Azura had to go home, so before she did we sat at the tunnel thing and took pictures but Tiara was being stubborn with her muke pepek!! Urgh. HAHA! After we sent Azu off we walked around City Hall area cos we were too tired to go far2. In the end, Mom and Dad went to watch a movie. The Heartbreak Kid. -_____________-" But, i still went home cos yeah, i felt like i was gonna dieeeeee. My legs were killing me. So trained home. In the train there was this fucking bangla looking at me. Ew, what a perv!! Fuck laaa. I was so pissed :\ I wanted to shout at him but i didn't wanna embarass myself. And luckily i had the sudden feeling to stop at Bedok instead of Kembangan cos he stopped at Kembangan!! WTF! Urgh. I hate staying in Kembangan. I soooo need to make friend with my neighbours so they can accompany me when i go home late :\ There's hot guys in my neighbourhood! All angmoh maaaaaaaan! :D Whoopwhoop~ Parents arent home yet, siblings are still at Yaya's house. Thank God. Hurhur. I'm going Christmas shopping next week! Follow! Follow! ILOVETIARA&amp;AZURA! HAhahah! Omg, Azura like went to China a few days ago and before she left, She cried cos she missed me!!!!!! HAHAH! I likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D I love it when people miss me, i feel hyper! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3032137459113388445?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3032137459113388445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3032137459113388445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3032137459113388445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3032137459113388445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-legs-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1805087683027120879</id><published>2007-12-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:08:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to sleep in today. Training started at 3. So met Wife at Bedok Inter then walked to 228/66/196 area there and we saw a bus with 3 digits (thought it was 228) so we raaaaaaaaaaan. Then Wife thought the bus driver was driving off already so she walked into the que thingy when the driver actually opened the door so i was like "oi where you going?! he opened the door already!" She was paiseh after that. Then we sat down and breathed like retards afer running then i felt like something was wrong and found out we were in 196. -________- Which is the wrong bus!! So we had to get off at the next bus stop. The bus driver didn't open the door for us cos Wife didn't tap her card. WTH!! So pathetic laaaaaaah~ I was thinking he didn't let us get off from the front door. Ergh! Irritating! Then crossed over and i screamed cos i saw a spider. I know, so laaaaaame. Took 196 back to bedok inter and took 66 to School. Waited for Acha then went in. Training was like okay? Just a short one. Ran a total of 20 rounds, did the swinging thing with the dumbell which hurt my kneeee. So didn't do get up. After training everyone was being so weird cos we were telling eachother ghost stories. HAHA! So we were in the toilet doing our hair etc and ARASHA went to turn off the light and we all screameeeeeeeed super loudly and i think i punched or whacked Nicki. HAHA! Sorrrrrry!! -.- Oh, Acha screamed when i kicked the door. Wtf. Craaaaaazy. So Me, Nicki and Nicole went to "molest" Arasha. HAHAHAHA. *winkwink* Headed to Micheal the Mama (Inside joke) to eat. Ate and played truth or dare. I chose dare for both my turns cos Nicki wanted me to tell who i liked. HAHA! Niceeee try! I had to be cheeky with Wendy and tell the Uncle he was handsome. Hahaha! 40th also play siaa. So sporting. *nicki's ehemehem.* Took 21, in the bus, Acha took a picture of them sitting together and she passed me my phone and then Nicki and "40th" kept fighting me to get my phone. Fell on the floor all. HAHA! Wtfwtfwtf. Pain+Paiseh. Haisssssssssss. Went to Acha's house just to get my bag but she cooked Nasi Goreng for me. Thank you! Then i went to read the Hotel California's lyrics. Yes, its scary. I get it/ Eeeeyeeer! Hahaha. Then she straightened my hair all. HAHA! She's so cuteeeee lah. Cabbed home. My house is super quiet cos Siblings went to sleep at Yaya's house. Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1805087683027120879?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1805087683027120879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1805087683027120879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1805087683027120879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1805087683027120879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-to-sleep-in-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6448502240774395701</id><published>2007-12-13T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:52:55.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i'm such a pain in the ass at times. Sorry i never listen to what you say [sometimes only!]. Sorry i take things forgranted. Sorry i'm so &lt;u&gt;BLUR&lt;/u&gt;. Basically... IM SORRY! Hahaha. Cheeeeeeeeeeesy! Happy Birthday. As if you're reading this :P But yeaaaaaaaah. I took the initiative to write this, yo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early and Me, Sophie, Nenek, Shaqil and Mama went to Bukit Batok to have breakfast with Yaya and Zaim. The thosai sucks, sorry to say so but yeaah, its trueeeeeee! Headed to Bukit Timah and did the usual stuffs. Sophie went to swim today and i just lazed around and played PS2. Hurhur. I suck at that game. The car was a disaster, failed driving test [righhhhhhhht~]. Then Mama and me headed to Vivo. She bought me a MAGENTA blouse at Forever 21. Maaaakkkkkk, Magenta? Urgh. Hahaha! I wanted reeeeeeeed, but they didn't have. Grr. Then went to buy stuffs for dinner but they didn't have roast chicken -____-" Left to Bukit Timah.. AGAIN! To pick up Sophie. I only had 50 bucks with me and the cab driver had no small change so i had to go into popular to buy something. I bought a pen for 50 cents and the person asked if i had $1 and i said i didn't have.. PAISEH maaaaaaaaan. The cab driver was waiting outside Popular for me and when i came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver- Hello. 10 bucks please?&lt;br /&gt;Me- ew. Perv. *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes out.. finds that the driver wasnt there and i thought he left after waiting for so long so i was happy for a moment and i turn behind and the guy asks again for 10 bucks. Ergh. I thought it was some random guy asking me for money!!!! Paiseh.. AGAIN!! HAHAHAHA! I was like laughing to myself in the lift. Saw Sophie eating ice cream and i was like "wth. never buy for me!!!" Hahaha! Went to Ntuc and bought chicken and then asked her to buy me ice cream and grabbed the yellow roses, her bag, mama's plant and bought extension wire.. haha. i was carrying so many things and was eating ice cream at the same time. whoopwhoop~ heheh xD went home and got everything ready like lit the candles and such then waited in the kitchen with the lights turned off. Daddy opens the door and we all scream "SURPRISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" :D i loved that part! He was super happy!! :D I likeeeeeeeeeee. &amp; He said he liked the shirt! YAY! Okay, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE TIARA &amp; CO ON SATURDAY. THE USUAL OKAY?! MOVIE AND SLAAAAAAAAAAACK LIKE MAD COWS (: LOVES~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6448502240774395701?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6448502240774395701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6448502240774395701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6448502240774395701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6448502240774395701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-daddy-d-sorry-im-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5699124389164668226</id><published>2007-12-12T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:41:01.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still feeling very tired. This sucks. I've not been in the mood to do anything "fun" today -_-" But, i still got up at 11 and showered and went to Bukit Timah with Sophie. I still followed Sophie to popular to help her find something new to read, i thought of buying a book that i found interesting but i didn't wanna waste since i still haven't finished, Ps i love you. So yeah. In the end, she settled with a cartoon book and we headed upstairs and waited and waited and waited. Went in and i fell asleep till 4. Gaaaah~ Woke up and food was bought for us so we ate and then i watched them do jewellery with beads. Haha! Cute (: I didn't wanna do any, too tired. See what i mean. Then we plugged in the PS2 and i started playing and we got to borrow it for a day. (: Yipeeee!! I'll have to go back to return it again tmr. Hais. Waking up early.. AGAIN. Tsk! Ard 6+ cabbed home and we got this really OLD taxi driver. He was like 64? Yeah. And he drove reallyreally slow. Then Sophie wanted to say something to me and was like "Eh Isa, Eh Isa". Then cab driver was like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him; You've got a nice name eh [talking to me]&lt;br /&gt;Me; *how does he know my name?!*&lt;br /&gt;Him; Mother Theresa is a really nice name you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me; Whaaaaaaaat? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;* everyone giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Him; She is a very good person. She helped so many people. Now, she's a saint in heaven. St. Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;Me; ummm.......... [didn't wanna paisehkan him]&lt;br /&gt;Him; I think when your mother was naming you, she saw a tree thats why your name is THERESA. Good good.&lt;br /&gt;Me; *laughs like a retard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time someone called me Mother Theresa. -___-" I think his hearing is like ___ already. HAHA! Old people are so adorable! But yeah, i got irritated at one point cos he drove so slowly. On the highwaaaay. Heheh. Got home and watched tv and then plugged in PS2 and now im playing the computer ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED~ &lt;br /&gt;Daddy's birthday is tmr and i'm making a card now. Whoopwhoop~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOdQY-UDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VZ3gOCzBN8/s1600-h/Heaven-on-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOdQY-UDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VZ3gOCzBN8/s320/Heaven-on-earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143126670235815986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeAY-UEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q8bi7GdioZw/s1600-h/Hohoho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeAY-UEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q8bi7GdioZw/s320/Hohoho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143126683120717890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeQY-UFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wCdC4AtKm2U/s1600-h/Psily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeQY-UFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wCdC4AtKm2U/s320/Psily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143126687415685202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeQY-UGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V794WkN7bzs/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOeQY-UGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V794WkN7bzs/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143126687415685218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOegY-UHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/StMTwMujHp8/s1600-h/Tell-me-you-love2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOegY-UHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/StMTwMujHp8/s320/Tell-me-you-love2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143126691710652530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I LOOK RETARDED. I WAS BORED, WHO CARES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5699124389164668226?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5699124389164668226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5699124389164668226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5699124389164668226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5699124389164668226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-still-feeling-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R2AOdQY-UDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5VZ3gOCzBN8/s72-c/Heaven-on-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-7312138262810569745</id><published>2007-12-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:45:21.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I'm dead beat. I can barely open my eyes! This is so irritating. Maybe its cos i slept at 2.30 and woke up at 5.47[LOL]. Only how many hours of sleep? Tsk! I regret staying up so late just to watch 'The Holiday'. I never watched it before. &amp; Just now, i found out they were playing it again -.- Wasted, i could have slept! Urgh. Anw, dad drove me to school and Adeline was there too. haha! She was like waiting in the car with her dad? Then we just sat around and waited for others to come. Found out that i was supposed to come tmr too. Haiyoooo. Did warm up and stuff then headed out to watch the other schools play first. We did good! :D I only played on quarter. But nvm. It'll always be like that. Then Jomin and I went to Micheal to buy foods for the others. We had to make two trips and Jomin had to go all the way to the coffeeshop to buy Mr. Ho chicken rice -.-" Then it started to rain so the food got cold :P Haha! Sorrrrry! The continued watching and watching and it was over. We got first for division 2 and 4th overall? Is it? I dont know. Then cleaned up.. Ugh. A baby bird died before it could grow feathers and i had to pick up the leg and throw it away. Eww. Haha! Then left and went to eat. Went home with Adeline, Xiang Yue, Nicki and "40th" -__________-" HAHA! oops? Got home and fell alseep till like 7.30. &amp; I still don't feel energised. Thank God Mrs Loke said i don't have to go tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R16FxgY-UBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jtr4sjgTT_c/s1600-h/Laugh!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R16FxgY-UBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jtr4sjgTT_c/s320/Laugh!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694910058450962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. My legs are already soooo long. &amp; I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R16FyAY-UCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yT94mqAU9kQ/s1600-h/SPM_A0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R16FyAY-UCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yT94mqAU9kQ/s320/SPM_A0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142694918648385570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVETHESEPEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-7312138262810569745?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/7312138262810569745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=7312138262810569745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7312138262810569745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/7312138262810569745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-im-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R16FxgY-UBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jtr4sjgTT_c/s72-c/Laugh!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-60984699210453763</id><published>2007-12-10T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:22:14.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, like alotalot. It makes me feel better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA CRY. &amp; ONLY NINI KNOWS WHY AND SHE'LL BE THE ONLY ONE. ILOVEBESTIE! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-60984699210453763?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/60984699210453763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=60984699210453763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/60984699210453763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/60984699210453763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/drew-looks-at-me-i-fake-smile-so-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6534751022181904503</id><published>2007-12-10T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:46:46.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NENEH, ACHA &amp; ZAKIAH made my day on saturday! For that, i love them (: They tolerated with all the walking around just to find my daddy a bday present. In the end, i got him a harley davidson shirt (: Hais. Hahaha! I had 30 bucks left but i saved it for the end of year sales. Christmas is coming. Its time for SHOOOOOOOOOPPING!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Fifi told me to meet her and Munirah at Woodlands at 1130 so i woke up super early to inform Mom and Mom was being all "i know laaaaaah! okaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!". Urgh. &amp; I talked to her nicely. She's forever like that. Hais. Then went back to sleep and woke up at 10. I was rushing like crazy cos i knew it would be a long journey from Kembangan to Woodlands. Left the house at 1030 and walked to the MRT. I regretted wearing jeans. I didn't wear a belt and my jeans were like "falling" off my butt! Irritatinggggggg. Then Fifi called me and i asked her what time was she gonna leave her house and she said 1230 and i was like "HUH?! I thought at 1130?!" Then she was like nono its at 1. -_____________- I COULD HAVE SLEPT! My eyes were reeeeed and painful and they were super sepet [heheh]. Eyebags, oogly. So i trained to Bukit Batok and went to Fifi's house first. Left my bag therer and headed to Woodlands Sports Hall. Bought our tickets and headed inside. The first floorball match was KINDA boring cos yeah, i was super tired. After that, went to eat. Then headed back again and watched another match. The finals. Singapore won Korea. (: Ohh, Fifi likes number 4 from Group B so we kept taking photos of him for her [Me and Munirah.] In the end, she found out he had a gf. HAHA! Paiseehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The finals was more fun to watch cos i wasnt as sleepy cos i got to eat! :D hahaha. piggggg -.- Then hung ard till 830 and headed back to Fifi's house, slept there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY[today].&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sleep so much but Yaya woke me up by telling me there was Macdonalds. So me and Fifi woke up and ate. Watched tv and showered at 2+. Said bye to everyone then left to Bukit Timah with Sophie. It was effing cold. Wearing fbts, bad choice. Reached there and Mom brought us to eat lunch at Pizzahut. Where ________________________________. :D:D:D:D I ate icecream for lunch. :P Then Sophie got siccccck and we brought her to the doctors cos she forgot to bring her inhaler. Thank God she's okay now (: Headed home late and i bought a new book! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lazy post photos :P Zakiah, Acha &amp; Nini.... SHARE FOLDERS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6534751022181904503?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6534751022181904503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6534751022181904503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6534751022181904503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6534751022181904503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/neneh-acha-zakiah-made-my-day-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6119970097967581919</id><published>2007-12-08T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:47:28.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- yup. its oubvious. aha. from what you told me all this while, i knw he's the type of like.. well, sweetalker? yeah, i guess. all guys are like that! okay, not really all. but nowadays these type of guys are typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="0.0"&gt;aha. because you still dont think quite alot more about it. i mean, you should think out of the box. i was once like you, being new to all these relationship stuffs. but sooner you'll get to know more about it, but nt now. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! that was so random but yeah. thank you :D iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about today tmr. I'm just too tired right now. &amp; I'll upload the pictures and send them to you guys soon alrights? I'm sorry, i've lost my mood.. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so what if im not mature? my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i think i grew. my legs are like -_____________- nini, you know what i mean okay! heh xD oh gosh, i so don't wanna be any taller. 1.7? siaaaaaaao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSILOVEYOU!PSILOVEYOU!PSILOVEYOU!PSILOVEYOU!&lt;br /&gt;i need the library! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6119970097967581919?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6119970097967581919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6119970097967581919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6119970097967581919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6119970097967581919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3075670488170953432</id><published>2007-12-07T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:57:51.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday/&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super early. Went to Bukit Timah and did stuffs ;D Then went to buy things with mamamamamamama. I hate _______ for not having myy _______!!! Blame the genes, the genes. Went home, lazed ard waiting for the cab to come. Went to the airport and we were like 3 hours early -.- Went to eat then went to Cocoa Tree or whatever it is and bought - 1/2 POUND HERSHEY MILK CHOCOLATE BAR!! :D I only bought that cos it was like 9 bucks -.- hehe. Went to buy a book at Times. Girl Meets Boy. Effing niceeeeeee :D I finished reading it already. Dang-it. Boarded the plane. I sat alone cos yeah, SARAH didn't wanna sit NEAR me. Urgh. Whatever. I sat next to two French men. &amp; Adeline, they weren't oh-so-sexy!!!!! Hahahaha. Just saaaaaaying~ They talked aloooooooooot. Reached Bali ard 9? Airport ppl are sooooooo _______ . They took our bags and brought them to where we were meeting the driver and asked for tips. Okay, tips nvm laaah. But my dad tipped so much cos they kept asking -.- WTF. Hahaha! Reached the Villa and it was awesomeeeeeeeeee. The kids + Sunti get one part and parents the other part (: Ohh, i needed to go to the toilet so i went and switched on the light and the light bulb exploded and me and my sister screamed like retards and there was glass all over.. Thank God my face never &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt;. Hah. I love Bali cossssssss.. They have ALL the channels i need to survive :D Whoopwhoop [kiley minogue!]. Sophie slept with me -.- She is such an agressive sleeper, like seriously. Took up soooo much space. I had like so little. &amp; they don't have bolsters?! What is thissssss ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday/&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went swimming without me cos i'm such a pig and never ever would wake up so early. Unless i have training. -.- Last to shower and get ready. Everyone was pissed cos they were hungry. Whatever. Went to eaat. Walked to the beach and got our hair braided. &amp; I wasn't very happy with it cos my parting was like &lt;i&gt;belah nonok&lt;/i&gt; [fifi taught me this. LOL!!]. I looked like monkey! D: Went back to the Villa, had lunch. Lazed arddddd. Swam and went to dinner :D Stayed up late watching tveeeeeee. Whoopwhoop~ Heh xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday/&lt;br /&gt;Took out my braids. Cannot take it already uhhhh. LOL!! I looked freaking retarded caaaan. Urgh. Haha. Breakfast-ed. Then went to walk ard. Bought teeees. :D YAY! I bought like dontk now how many. Bought POLOLOLOLOLOLO :D Hahahaha. I likeeeeeeeeeee, ;) Went to eat ice creaaaaaam~ Then went back and swaaaaaaaam -.- Ohh, did my nails. And before they dried SARAH ran her fingers over them and it got ruined. %^#*^#$^@%&amp;$!@#%^#* ! I was super pissed at her. And she was like "sorry lah sorry lah" URGHHHHHHH! 8 year old minah -.- Thats what we call her cos she has such a big attitude problem. Then we fought and fought and fought until mom got pissed and didnt wanna talk to me -.- HAHA! Proooooo~ In the end she started talking to me but i was still pissed so i ddin't really give her face. Okay, stop it Isa.. You irritating bitch. Urgh. haha. Okay, stoooooooooop. Went back to the Villa. Did the stuffs -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday/&lt;br /&gt;Sunti's husband came. SARAH super kpo man. Everything also have to know. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeesh. Irritating. Then parents gave their room so they took me and Sophie's room and we 4 had to squeeze on the two beds outside.. SARAH wanted to sleep with me -.- Fight with me then wanna sleep with me. NONSENSEEEEEE. In the end, i slept with Zacky. He ahhhh, tsk. Rolled over my legs, kicked my head, hit me. I had the hardest time sleeping ): Watched vampire movie :D Whoopwhoop~ Heh xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the last. Showered and got ready last. Everyone was pissed again. I took forever cos of stuffs. Thanks for making me rush. Urgh. Ate breakfast. I swear i gained weight. I feel fatter than before )))))): BOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ diet!diet!diet! :D Mom's going on it toooo. ;) Okay, i wasn't supposed to tell ppl -.- Too baaaaaaaad~ Went to buy teeees again. Heheh. We brought home 2 extra bags full of clothes ((: YAY! Braided my hair again cos yeaaaaaaah~ Hahahaha. At least its better? Hahaha. I still look like a monkey though -.- Nvm2. Rushed back to the hotel. Packed everything. Slept and Dad started getting pissed with me "CAN YOU GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND GET IT YOURSELF?" hahahahaha. I was tired ): What laaaah~ Waited for the car to comeeeee. Bid goodbye to Sunti's husband. Hahahah! Went to the airport. This time.. 3 people helped with our bags. Hahaha. Ate there and bought peanuts.. Hahah. Then at check in, Zacky asked me to carry him so i did and i accidentally dropped some of his peanuts and he started punching me -_________- and made such a BIG deal outta it. I got scolded by parents and i was pissed at him cos he such as toot sometimes. Hais. Then walked ard and waited for our call. Sat and reaaaaad my book. Guess what? I sat ALONE again. -.- I didn't know you guys disliked me so much. I got the window seaaaaaaaaaat :D &amp; This time i sat next to Russians who shared pineapple with me. They're so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tmr! &lt;br /&gt;Nini, Acha, Zakiah? Cannnnnnnn? Hahaha. I need to get a present for my Dad a new book for myself. ((: Hahahaha! I'll blanje Acha and Zakiah -.- Whoop~ Go toooooooown. I haven't been there in sooo long ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-3075670488170953432?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/3075670488170953432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=3075670488170953432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3075670488170953432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/3075670488170953432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-woke-up-super-early_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1891788693468227308</id><published>2007-12-07T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:57:51.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday/&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super early. Went to Bukit Timah and did stuffs ;D Then went to buy things with mamamamamamama. I hate _______ for not having myy _______!!! Blame the genes, the genes. Went home, lazed ard waiting for the cab to come. Went to the airport and we were like 3 hours early -.- Went to eat then went to Cocoa Tree or whatever it is and bought - 1/2 POUND HERSHEY MILK CHOCOLATE BAR!! :D I only bought that cos it was like 9 bucks -.- hehe. Went to buy a book at Times. Girl Meets Boy. Effing niceeeeeee :D I finished reading it already. Dang-it. Boarded the plane. I sat alone cos yeah, SARAH didn't wanna sit NEAR me. Urgh. Whatever. I sat next to two French men. &amp; Adeline, they weren't oh-so-sexy!!!!! Hahahaha. Just saaaaaaying~ They talked aloooooooooot. Reached Bali ard 9? Airport ppl are sooooooo _______ . They took our bags and brought them to where we were meeting the driver and asked for tips. Okay, tips nvm laaah. But my dad tipped so much cos they kept asking -.- WTF. Hahaha! Reached the Villa and it was awesomeeeeeeeeee. The kids + Sunti get one part and parents the other part (: Ohh, i needed to go to the toilet so i went and switched on the light and the light bulb exploded and me and my sister screamed like retards and there was glass all over.. Thank God my face never &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt;. Hah. I love Bali cossssssss.. They have ALL the channels i need to survive :D Whoopwhoop [kiley minogue!]. Sophie slept with me -.- She is such an agressive sleeper, like seriously. Took up soooo much space. I had like so little. &amp; they don't have bolsters?! What is thissssss ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday/&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went swimming without me cos i'm such a pig and never ever would wake up so early. Unless i have training. -.- Last to shower and get ready. Everyone was pissed cos they were hungry. Whatever. Went to eaat. Walked to the beach and got our hair braided. &amp; I wasn't very happy with it cos my parting was like &lt;i&gt;belah nonok&lt;/i&gt; [fifi taught me this. LOL!!]. I looked like monkey! D: Went back to the Villa, had lunch. Lazed arddddd. Swam and went to dinner :D Stayed up late watching tveeeeeee. Whoopwhoop~ Heh xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday/&lt;br /&gt;Took out my braids. Cannot take it already uhhhh. LOL!! I looked freaking retarded caaaan. Urgh. Haha. Breakfast-ed. Then went to walk ard. Bought teeees. :D YAY! I bought like dontk now how many. Bought POLOLOLOLOLOLO :D Hahahaha. I likeeeeeeeeeee, ;) Went to eat ice creaaaaaam~ Then went back and swaaaaaaaam -.- Ohh, did my nails. And before they dried SARAH ran her fingers over them and it got ruined. %^#*^#$^@%&amp;$!@#%^#* ! I was super pissed at her. And she was like "sorry lah sorry lah" URGHHHHHHH! 8 year old minah -.- Thats what we call her cos she has such a big attitude problem. Then we fought and fought and fought until mom got pissed and didnt wanna talk to me -.- HAHA! Proooooo~ In the end she started talking to me but i was still pissed so i ddin't really give her face. Okay, stop it Isa.. You irritating bitch. Urgh. haha. Okay, stoooooooooop. Went back to the Villa. Did the stuffs -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday/&lt;br /&gt;Sunti's husband came. SARAH super kpo man. Everything also have to know. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeesh. Irritating. Then parents gave their room so they took me and Sophie's room and we 4 had to squeeze on the two beds outside.. SARAH wanted to sleep with me -.- Fight with me then wanna sleep with me. NONSENSEEEEEE. In the end, i slept with Zacky. He ahhhh, tsk. Rolled over my legs, kicked my head, hit me. I had the hardest time sleeping ): Watched vampire movie :D Whoopwhoop~ Heh xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the last. Showered and got ready last. Everyone was pissed again. I took forever cos of stuffs. Thanks for making me rush. Urgh. Ate breakfast. I swear i gained weight. I feel fatter than before )))))): BOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ diet!diet!diet! :D Mom's going on it toooo. ;) Okay, i wasn't supposed to tell ppl -.- Too baaaaaaaad~ Went to buy teeees again. Heheh. We brought home 2 extra bags full of clothes ((: YAY! Braided my hair again cos yeaaaaaaah~ Hahahaha. At least its better? Hahaha. I still look like a monkey though -.- Nvm2. Rushed back to the hotel. Packed everything. Slept and Dad started getting pissed with me "CAN YOU GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND GET IT YOURSELF?" hahahahaha. I was tired ): What laaaah~ Waited for the car to comeeeee. Bid goodbye to Sunti's husband. Hahahah! Went to the airport. This time.. 3 people helped with our bags. Hahaha. Ate there and bought peanuts.. Hahah. Then at check in, Zacky asked me to carry him so i did and i accidentally dropped some of his peanuts and he started punching me -_________- and made such a BIG deal outta it. I got scolded by parents and i was pissed at him cos he such as toot sometimes. Hais. Then walked ard and waited for our call. Sat and reaaaaad my book. Guess what? I sat ALONE again. -.- I didn't know you guys disliked me so much. I got the window seaaaaaaaaaat :D &amp; This time i sat next to Russians who shared pineapple with me. They're so niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tmr! &lt;br /&gt;Nini, Acha, Zakiah? Cannnnnnnn? Hahaha. I need to get a present for my Dad a new book for myself. ((: Hahahaha! I'll blanje Acha and Zakiah -.- Whoop~ Go toooooooown. I haven't been there in sooo long ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1891788693468227308?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1891788693468227308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1891788693468227308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1891788693468227308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1891788693468227308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-woke-up-super-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-5063034398878190128</id><published>2007-12-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:49:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE2wY-T8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cr7b66qxw9g/s1600-R/Picture%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE2wY-T8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VIOQdSmF-Dk/s320/Picture%2B035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386569764786114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimatesssssssssss, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE3AY-T9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3Gu_SaltwQ4/s1600-R/Picture%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE3AY-T9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMoGdr0aQKM/s320/Picture%2B034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386574059753426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at ARASHA! Hahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE5QY-T-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VW6wp2xDf2E/s1600-R/Picture%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE5QY-T-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iXgPQTC4wII/s320/Picture%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386612714459106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE'S THE CUTEST :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE5wY-T_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZCsc8uxp8xw/s1600-R/wife~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE5wY-T_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7POsahk0E6c/s320/wife~.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386621304393714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVENICOLE/SEPET/WIFE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE6AY-UAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fYcVELNVWgQ/s1600-R/esplanade...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE6AY-UAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/r6qMVW8oY-8/s320/esplanade...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139386625599361026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVES~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;BALIBALIBALI!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight's at 7.15pm. Night flight! Night flight! Honestly, i hate flights -.- The pressure thingy whatever its called irritates me. Esp my eaaaaaaars. &amp; Imagine 2 hours of that ): Urghs. I'm gonna miss soooooooo many people while i'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Oh, i haven't got all the pictures yet. Stupid of me for not using my phone to take pics with everyone. Stupid of me for not bringing my damn camera! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-5063034398878190128?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/5063034398878190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=5063034398878190128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5063034398878190128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/5063034398878190128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/ultimatesssssssssss-d-look-at-arasha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJqTV-RcbMg/R1LE2wY-T8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VIOQdSmF-Dk/s72-c/Picture%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-1376109778022205120</id><published>2007-12-01T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:36:28.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sarah and Zacky woke me up at like 8 something? Yeah. Mama decided to celebrate Zacky's bday today since we'll be in Bali when its is bday. &amp; Mama and Daddy bought him aloooot of stuff? I gave him a whole art set from Toy 'R' Us ((: He likes arrt. Then went back to sleep cos i was effing tired from yesterday's outing. :D Woke up at 12 something? Neneh called me but i didn't pick up. Sorry!! I haven't talked to her today. Where'd she goooooooo? ): I can't live without Bestie. I would dieeeee. Who else am i supposed to spill things to? Nyehehh. xD Went downstairs and guess what? No fooooooooood. So i ate cereal with SOY MILK. Ugh. Daddy doesn't buy normal milk anymore? He drinks soy milk with his coffee now. Tsk! I didn't wanna eat the cereal anymore -.- It didn't taste niceeee. Haha! Nenek was already at my house. The first to arrive. ALWAYS.. (: Mama and Daddy came home shortly after and i helped with the fooooooods. &amp; Ballooooooons :D Whoo! Played the computer then went to shower. I know its weird not showering right after to wake up. Its just that im super lazy when i just get up. So yeaaaah. Don't comment on that. Then Aunty Bedah came with Azira and Naim. Zacky got moore toys. Urgh.. Daddy told me that i used to go around telling anonymous ppl my birth date hoping they would give me birthday presents. Okay, that was in the states when i was turning 5. I couldn't even remember that! ): I wanna go and live in the states again!! But Mama wants to live in Australia -.- Sheeeeeeeeeeeesh. Firah and all came later and then i ate :D Hahaha! Talked and talked and talked with Firah then we got bored so we decided to play 'AliBomb' with Munirah, Sophie, Sarah, Azira, Shaqil and Zacky. Hahaha. Damn fun!! The adults kept making comments on me and Firah cos we're like "so old" and we're playing catching. Fuuuun okay! (: Then everyone went home. I wanted everyone to sleep over.. Haissss. Tmr Firah and Munirah MIGHT be coming to sleep over before we go off to Bali. YAY! Compaaaaaaaany. Naim. GET WELL SOOOOOOOOON!! Okay, i'm tired and full. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-1376109778022205120?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/1376109778022205120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=1376109778022205120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1376109778022205120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/1376109778022205120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarah-and-zacky-woke-me-up-at-like-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-154930263864470191</id><published>2007-11-30T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:41:39.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama woke me up at 7.30 am -.- Freaking early so i went back to sleeeeeeeeep :D Got up an hour later, showered and went to eat breakfast with sibs and mama. Rushed to Kembangan Mrt cos i was afraid i was the last. &amp; yeah, i was the last -_____- ALWAYS!! ): Trained to Harbourfront and went to Vivo and waited for Acha and Zakiah. Went to Sentosa and played in the water. Damn cold okay.. And i was wearing WHITE. Urghs. Then Nicole and Acha asked me to go down and play sand with them so i was like okaaaay. In the end they pushed me into the water so we started dragging ppl in. Went swimming and something bit my stomach -.- HAHA. Zakiah thought that it was okay to climb on me when she couldnt touch the ground.. She kept pushing my head into the water!! HAHA. Scardy caaaaaaaaaaaaat. Went off to the toilet to clean up. I brought a towel. Smart me! :D Showered and changed and helped Acha dry her ____ . HAHA. Don't need to know.. It took us one hour to get ready and Arasha was getting pissed :\ Then they all wanted to go for the Skyride and Luge thing but the package was only 8 ppl so me and Arasha didnt go. Wth. Wasted. Just watched people have fun.. Hais.. Headed back to Vivo and walked ard then went to Acha's house cos she wanted to change. I left my bag there. Hahah. &amp; i didnt bring it home :\ loser~ Hahah. Went to Marina Sq to meet Nicole, Zakiah and Arasha. They all ate without us!! Booooooooobs. Hahah. Kidding -.- So me and Acha decided to eat at Long John. Finished eating and headed to Esplanade.. Took loadsssss of pictures but they're all with Nicole now. So when i get them, i'll upload ((: ILOVENETBALLERS! We mustmustmustmust to this again!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-154930263864470191?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/154930263864470191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=154930263864470191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/154930263864470191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/154930263864470191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-woke-me-up-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-6594360420255982506</id><published>2007-11-27T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:25:21.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was too tired to post yesterday. &amp; I just woke up -.- Omg, such a piggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Went for training and i had no energy!! Urgh. The rolling thingy was killing me. Hahahaha. Adeline and all should know what i mean :P Then had weight lifting and im so happy we didn't do getup! :D I suck at that -.- Hahah. Got partenered with Huishan for the lobe/lope of whatever thing. She keeps making me laugh. &amp; i have to stop being so blur -.- Hahahah! After training rushed to ECP to meet up with the Ex-hgsians and only a few came? Who cooked the food? Me, Tiara, Khai, Azu and dont know who else. We are freaking pro at it!! Oh. When i reached ECP i called Lee and Khai, Lyd and her came down to fetch me from Macdonalds and Lee didn't wanna let me ride with her on her bike so she rode and i ran. I ran from there to pit 33. Grr -.- LOL!! Oh, i had to run in slippers! Hahahah. Then borrowed Nicole's bike to go find Tiara &amp; Co. but we couldn't find them so headed to the other direction and found them walking towards Macdonalds. I brought Azura to macdonalds first then went back for Tiara. Im so nice. Hahaha :D Bought fries cos the food at the pit wasnt cooked and i was hungry. Sorry!! But yeah. Headed back. Played in the sand, water sat at the rock thingy. Watched the sunset. Most of them left early and we decided to cook the left over chicken. Damn nice okay.. Then it was only, Me, Tiara and Khai left. So went to sit at the bench near the water for awhile before heading back to Marine Parade to bus home. The walk there was besssssssssssssst! :D:D I wanna go again soon!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Adeline &amp; Nicole. Don't worry! Whats done is done yeah. Hahahah. Loves~ My eyes hurt from crying. HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; This is a temporary skin? Until i find something else that i like more ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4832919936296918216-6594360420255982506?l=breakthecrash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/feeds/6594360420255982506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4832919936296918216&amp;postID=6594360420255982506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6594360420255982506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4832919936296918216/posts/default/6594360420255982506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthecrash.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-too-tired-to-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mephistopheles Was Here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11891445048401524018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4832919936296918216.post-3781296527657883943</id><published>2007-11-26T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:39:20.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for what? 2 days? I can't recall. So yeah. I'll blog since i'm freaking bored right now and why is everyone not online?! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 11 and got ready. After i was ready. I msged Juju and then she didn't reply so i waited and waited and decided to call her but she didn't pick up. So i was starting to get this weird feeling something wasn't right. So i waited again and in the end, she msged me telling me that she was sick. Aww. Our first meeting and she fell sick! GET WELL SOOOON! :D I started to think of ppl to go to Bugis with but alot of ppl were unavailable and i started getting super pissed off with ______ [not Juju] cos she said she wanted to bring me to Bugis but she couldn't goo that day. Urgh. In the end, i called Munirah and Sophie to come with me. HAHAHA! My sister and cousin o.0 Waited for them and quickly went to buy whatever i needed. Sophie, thanks for carrying my bag for me. I know how you felt when you couldn't get through the crowd and kept banging into ppl. LOL!! Okay, she got pissed and me for not carrying my own bag. But i treated her to fishball soup! :D Trying to make it up to her uh. Headed to Aunty Yaya's house and waited for awhile before going to Jalan Besar Stadium to watch football. Tampines Rovers vs. SAF. The match was so _______. In the end SAF won and Alam Shah picked a fight with some Angmoh player. I have no idea what his name is -.- HAHA! First time watching and actually enjoying. I wanna go again! But it was like the last match for the year or smtg liddat? Err, okay..... Went to buy food and slept at 3am talking to Fifi ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up ard 1+? So laaaaaaaaaaate. Nizam kept calling and calling and calling my handphone. More like PRANK calling. He called and i picked up and he went "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET" or something like that! HAHAH! Waste my sms ): Nvm2. Ate nasi lemak and soup before heading home. Fifi went to camp. Good luck folding my sleeping bag!!!! :D My sleeping bag is such a bitch cos it never wants to get folded -.- I feel dizzy. D: Sucks man. Tmr got training. 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