<?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-14977154</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:47:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menazzy wazzy</title><subtitle type='html'>life journal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14977154.post-3397286491900733105</id><published>2007-03-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:01:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tryna cheer up here alright.&lt;br /&gt;Work is obviously going to be boring. Doooooood I need a smoke right now. I can't bear the ungodly hours of 7 - 3 cos it's gonna kill me but right now the drive is MONEY MONEY MONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have nice big fat cheque/pay already, it's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MOVIE MARATHON WITH BABY! (with super large combo and nachos/pizza/cake/pasta combo for Baby!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Swensens/Haagen Dazs oh put it simply all the posh posh parlours with Baby&lt;br /&gt;3. EZ LINK CARD which robbed me in broad daylight&lt;br /&gt;4. Tops &amp; more skirts!&lt;br /&gt;5. Red red red &amp;amp; black black black lingerie (think lacy bra and sexy underwear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................ and hand over my ATM card to Dad. Fuck la anti-climax seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't wait to see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-3397286491900733105?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3397286491900733105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=3397286491900733105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/3397286491900733105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/3397286491900733105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-tryna-cheer-up-here-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14977154.post-4539657862949213575</id><published>2006-11-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:53:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And see you looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't help it but to listen to 'HURT' on repeat mode, and I realised that no matter how much I hate my dad, deep inside I still love him very much despite the harshness he used on me every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help reminiscing the days when my dad held me so tight like a precious gem, never wanna let me fall down and hurt myself, and making me look like a doll each time he wore this cute red beanie on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed so much till he didn't recognize me as his daughter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He was upset over the fact that I lied, drink, only coming home past midnight and much more.&lt;br /&gt;Flunked my O's.&lt;br /&gt;Not becoming a dutiful and religious daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I spent the entire day crying in bed, accompanied by my loyal cat Joyah whose bulu never fails to fluff out to the max due to the extreme relaxation / cold.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-4539657862949213575?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4539657862949213575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=4539657862949213575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/4539657862949213575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/4539657862949213575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-you-tell-me-i-was-wrong-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-2270912419316237494</id><published>2006-11-13T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:58:55.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was near-death due to boredom and I found something which killed it.&lt;br /&gt;Watched music videos from youtube.com with a STONED FACE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Come Back To Me"- Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;2. "Asmaradana"- Tiara Jacquelina (for old times' sake!)&lt;br /&gt;3. SOME SPOOF SHOWS (compliments to HANNIE BUNNY!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. "Before He Cheats"- Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;5. "Show Stopper"- Danity Kane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got particularly hyped-up when watching...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. "HURT"- CHRISTINA AGUILERA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I suddenly cried and was sobbing hard for goodness sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Go and watch the video yourself. &lt;br /&gt;(Just watch! Don't worry, the buffering is very fast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHtrjqVFXp4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHtrjqVFXp4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time shedding those little delicate beadies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-2270912419316237494?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2270912419316237494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=2270912419316237494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/2270912419316237494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/2270912419316237494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-near-death-due-to-boredom-and-i_13.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-4919308214760823653</id><published>2006-11-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:57:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the music clip "BLOW" by Parking Lot Pimp.&lt;br /&gt;And it brought back great memories.&lt;br /&gt;Terutama AMIRA BINTE NASIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember how that girl got me hooked to that catchy song and then repeatedly scream 'BLOW!' 'BLOW!' 'BLOW!' to my face each time she got into her irritating mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though irritating, surprisingly I didn't 'BLOW!' my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And few days later we kept screaming 'BLOW!' to each other's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and 'BLOW!' now. (Just watch, don't worry, the buffering is very fast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FIp1uNUnQY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FIp1uNUnQY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-4919308214760823653?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4919308214760823653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=4919308214760823653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/4919308214760823653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/4919308214760823653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-watching-music-clip-blow-by.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-8556355308816098178</id><published>2006-11-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:19:44.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And by the way Hannie just adopted the new nickname I've been calling her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HANNIE BUNNY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-8556355308816098178?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8556355308816098178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=8556355308816098178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/8556355308816098178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/8556355308816098178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-by-way-hannie-just-adopted-new.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-8674720130136922128</id><published>2006-11-11T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:44:46.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I received the most shocking news of my life.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine passed away in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to read the obituaries section at Berita Harian.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes darted to the page below and saw this youthful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SARAH BTE MOHD SALLEH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"UMUR: 19"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gasped. The name was so familiar, and it was indeed her age.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her face again, masih similar.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyebrow yang fierce and her thick lips.&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died in a car accident at AYE expressway exiting from West Coast to Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she was sitting at the backseat with a guy in his late teens.&lt;br /&gt;And also a guy in his 20s who is driving a car.&lt;br /&gt;It was 6.40am.&lt;br /&gt;And the driver lost control of the car.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM. The car crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, she's the only one who died.&lt;br /&gt;The rest escaped with minor injuries.&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me, she must have been a wild child.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason God took her away was because she might have brought misery to her parents or her love ones, so to avoid more misery in the later life, He took her away.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, an azab. Or balasan dalam dunia.&lt;br /&gt;If that is not so, why is she the only one who died?&lt;br /&gt;God knows whether she would have died dalam keadaan maksiat, cos who the hell would go out at 6.40 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It might be that she just went back from clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;And sitting with her boyfriend in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;In a car crash like that, others would have died too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when BH crew went to visit her house,&lt;br /&gt;nobody was at home. Cos her parents were working.&lt;br /&gt;And when they tried again the next day,&lt;br /&gt;there was no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think back,&lt;br /&gt;it may be true.&lt;br /&gt;MAY.&lt;br /&gt;But despite her rowdy ways, she is a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;She helped me in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;One distinctive feature about her is her prominent eyes , besides her eyebrow fierce and neatly-tied up hair.&lt;br /&gt;And she loved wearing miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered back.&lt;br /&gt;What if I died the same way as hers?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I died dalam keadaan maksiat?&lt;br /&gt;I died even before I have time to repent?&lt;br /&gt;Azab kubur, masya allah.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of it sends chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to repent, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalilah. May Allah cucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-8674720130136922128?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8674720130136922128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=8674720130136922128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/8674720130136922128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/8674720130136922128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-night-i-received-most.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116316902409572789</id><published>2006-11-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come I still feel like a complete hopeless pathetic idiotic freak even though I had already studied for my papers.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's due to the constructive criticisms that I have been receiving constantly so far.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was nearly kicked out from the exam hall today cos I was caught wearing slippers.&lt;br /&gt;And I really mean SLIPPERS- not the beautifully sequinned ones but the one you wear to go to the market with.&lt;br /&gt;Then the invigilator asked whether this (maths paper 2) is going to be my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;And I lied while nodding my head.&lt;br /&gt;If I denied I would obviously have been exempted from doing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so biased? There are like hell lot more of other candidates coming in with slippers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aidil wore this checkered top AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORTS AND SLIPPERS! &lt;/span&gt;(dok sorry k if you are reading this, HAHHAAA)&lt;br /&gt;And other ah bengs wearing slippers.&lt;br /&gt;How come I'm only the one kena caught.&lt;br /&gt;This is so freaking cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar liar pants on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite technically, my papers are over. But I'm just not in the mood to celebrate. Was contemplating to just work after I get my results, cos I already kinda lost interest to study further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116316902409572789?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116316902409572789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116316902409572789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116316902409572789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116316902409572789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-come-i-still-feel-like-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116299536993204002</id><published>2006-11-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had accidentally abandoned this blog for almost 2 weeks? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;A series of things happened. Bad. I'm being punished now, you know?&lt;br /&gt;My right wrist is slightly dislocated, I think? Cos it feels like , being hammered each time I try to move it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing using 10 fingers and 1 wrist. Can you believe that I'm actually rising my right arm to minimise the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life now. I'm faking a calm facade. But do you know how much misery I'm suffering inide?&lt;br /&gt;No I don't intend to sound so emo here, but look, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that often you read about it right.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry. I don't want to sound very typical, but I really mean it when I say that my life sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels. I can't help but to brood over my papers.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't focus.&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted- mentally, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up sleeping through my papers while others are furiously writing, covering almost 3/4 of the initially white papers with dark ink.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I have two papers in one day, each of a different timing.&lt;br /&gt;Like one in the morning, and the next in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;During the long intermission I find a quiet place somewhere to sleep again, before realising that it was already 15 minutes to the next paper.&lt;br /&gt;And that was when it struck to me that I was late, and I ended up losing at least 15 minutes for the duration of my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next is such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Had to head home and get scolded by either parent.&lt;br /&gt;If not mom, it'll be dad. And it's harsher.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ended up with tears rolling down my cheeks and slit my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Or other else just cry myself to sleep till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been continuing for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gradually losing interest in things that I used to love to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like, going out, meeting up with my best girls.&lt;br /&gt;Going online, listening to songs, watch MTV the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;There was bound to be something that I anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;But now, no more.&lt;br /&gt;The interest just faded.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless my interest towards Pretty Children and Hero Bacin never did.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my current situation is my main hindrance to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish life is like what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I longed for the joy of going out with her, the craziness and the hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the times we camwhored using her huge digital camera, which I knew she bought a new slick one recently.&lt;br /&gt;I longed for the happiness we feel when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;The love we had for each other.&lt;br /&gt;The patience, the care, and the concern.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship built since the first day she sat beside me in band room, constantly peeking into my band theory book.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that, my eyes never got off her.&lt;br /&gt;She caught my attention since then.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, reading her blog gives me this sinking feeling.&lt;br /&gt;She is already leading a happy life, surrounded by a new best friend and her beloved significant other who are there for her, each time she needs one.&lt;br /&gt;Someone she knew will be there for her at the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;I used to, and I couldn't provide a satisfactory reason why I couldn't do so now.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to ask you to understand my situation now,&lt;br /&gt;it will show you that I'm selfish, and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the other one,&lt;br /&gt;that girl whom I see myself in her,&lt;br /&gt;who is my mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but missing you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;The times we had.&lt;br /&gt;The moments we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, you went through it all with me.&lt;br /&gt;That girl who I came running to when I felt scared, and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;The one who comforted me with all her words.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could be there for her ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;I know how it felt to be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;And turned down at.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only time gives me more space and opportunity, I will savour every minute of it with pure joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had confiscated my phone.&lt;br /&gt;And robbed my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;No more going out.&lt;br /&gt;My life is confined at home.&lt;br /&gt;Housework. Housework. Housework.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, am I a robot in their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;plaguing me with all the bloody housework in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, not that I don't wanna do them.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get any appreciation at all.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got more scoldings for not doing more.&lt;br /&gt;But I've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad claimed that he read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt he really did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;He don't even know my link here.&lt;br /&gt;He never reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he don't know and I can't believe he had to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Such a contradicting allegation cos he always accused me for lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just kneel down to my parents and apologize for my wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;But I let my pride get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I'll feel embarassed for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling this overwhelming ego in me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know I'll cry and it will make me look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And also make me look weaker than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my life again.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time it's best to run away.&lt;br /&gt;And never come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116299536993204002?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116299536993204002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116299536993204002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116299536993204002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116299536993204002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-accidentally-abandoned-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116201441189264972</id><published>2006-10-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:57.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fucking.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this channel, whereby it aired the story of a married couple, whose husband has an affair with his co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;And he was a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because he didn't do anything to improve his relationship with his wife despite her already found out about the affair.&lt;br /&gt;And she had to put up with the emotional wreck.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he refused to leave his affair partner.&lt;br /&gt;So they sought counselling advice.&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the process, the husband still refused to leave his affair partner.&lt;br /&gt;Sessions after sessions, the relationship was better a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Cos there was connection between the husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;But the husband still refused to leave his affair partner.&lt;br /&gt;And he refused to take in calls from his wife when he is at work cos his affair partner's cubicle is just next to him.&lt;br /&gt;And to make it fair, he set equal opportunities for both women.&lt;br /&gt;Like, if his affair partner called him twice, his wife must also call him twice, not more.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he knew that two women are chasing after him so his booming ego made him feel so superior.&lt;br /&gt;He even wanted his wife to befriend his affair partner.&lt;br /&gt;So that the three of them are in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;But no, of course the wife refused to.&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to befriend with your spouse's affair partner after a whole year of infidelity and cheat?&lt;br /&gt;Who in the correct state of mind will do that right.&lt;br /&gt;The counsellors installed CCTV cameras in their house to monitor the things the couple do, including analysing their conflict discussions through the couple's body language and vocal discussions.&lt;br /&gt;Like the husband who put his hand on his wife's knee and stroking it gently/lovingly, while saying, "I am very angry with you."&lt;br /&gt;It's like, his body language is approaching but his opinions are very distant.&lt;br /&gt;At different times of the day, the wife will initiate talks about the affair partner, like asking him what gifts he bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;Then he answered, "An air conditioner for 50 bucks."&lt;br /&gt;It was very hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;Even my sister cried.&lt;br /&gt;Came one session where the couple was sat down on a couch in an isolate room with CCTV cameras and told to talk things through, how the feel and what they need, while the other spouse just listen and keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The wife cried.&lt;br /&gt;There was a bright hope that the couple will reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;The wife gave him a deadline, to leave his affair partner or he move out from the house.&lt;br /&gt;But the husband chose to stay with his affair partner.&lt;br /&gt;So the wife chased him out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;the wife filed for a divorce,&lt;br /&gt;and his affair partner moved out of the town.&lt;br /&gt;So the husband loses both women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story; Pls do not be greedy. Commit to one la. Is that so hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching 'Making the band 3' when suddenly my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;It was  private number la.&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating to pick up the call.&lt;br /&gt;And like I expected, it was a prank call.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Mariyanah eh? Ni Inspector Ayie dari East Coast.... (bla bla bla)"&lt;br /&gt;"Ayie? Ayie mane? Who the hell are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"(laughs) AYIE LA.."&lt;br /&gt;"Sape ni? Ayie mane?"&lt;br /&gt;-for the next few minutes the caller was trying hard to reassure me that he's AYIE.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;AYIE!&lt;br /&gt;That guy from my previous network marketing company.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So I said,&lt;br /&gt;"CHEH. Ayie! Cakapla Fadzli. Then I remember.."&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Takmo cakap Fadzli la. Panggil Boi Ayie je."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha sukati kau la."&lt;br /&gt;(my silent what the fucking)&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangke k.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to raya at my place with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going out.&lt;br /&gt;So too bad ah.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my nail.&lt;br /&gt;I love grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;My phone LCD screen is being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I love Angus.&lt;br /&gt;I love Joyah.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream yesterday that I went to a live soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116201441189264972?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116201441189264972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116201441189264972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116201441189264972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116201441189264972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116170154099901112</id><published>2006-10-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:57.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslim friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;I know, a bit too late la. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Was rudely awakened at 8 am.&lt;br /&gt;Then had to do last minute touch-up.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the fan, sofa, tables.&lt;br /&gt;Mom got new 'alas meja'.&lt;br /&gt;Sis ran downstairs to buy fresh flowers and orange squash.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Till there was no time to do the pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;Granny was cooking all the lontong dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I, like usual, became the tukang makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 10-12 plus nobody came. YET.&lt;br /&gt;Until late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody came.&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that 2 families from each of side (Mom's &amp; Dad's) came at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Clash. So many people.&lt;br /&gt;Till you have no space to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Chey bedek uh.&lt;br /&gt;Exaggeration siots.&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously, it was too crowded,&lt;br /&gt;too many people came,&lt;br /&gt;till we ran out of ice and drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;Had to refreeze ice every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;But my 23-year-old refrigerator didn't have the capability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So Mom had to 'chop' huge ices into small fragments.&lt;br /&gt;And boil water practically every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I was in baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;So you can picture my misery.&lt;br /&gt;I stole a few minutes of shower while everyone else is outside.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, income was good.&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;when my relatives who I haven't been seeing for long saw me,&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that they say to me was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh eh! Tingginya kau!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Is that my most distinctive feature!?!&lt;br /&gt;I malu know. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;Haha as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One makcik, when going back, looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ni dah keje ke skola?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello do I look so old!?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la makcik-i-forgot-what's-her-name.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said I'm schooling.&lt;br /&gt;So she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh kalau skola kene kasi besar sikit la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah, a green dollar note exchanged hands.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days to come.&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116170154099901112?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116170154099901112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116170154099901112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116170154099901112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116170154099901112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116136059872010171</id><published>2006-10-21T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:57.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been an emotional rollercoaster ride for me. From habis-habisan berperang mulut (WAR WITH WORDS) with this acquaintance of mine to the point of turning suicidal. All in the holy month of Ramadhan. If I have only one word to describe my life now, it's REGRET. Regret to the fact that my ibadah has been receeding badly lately, and I had to waste the remaining five days of my fasting days due to a careless act I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ah besides practical exam, it has been a bad week for me. Lately, for two days straight, Dad has been staying up till wee hours just to wait for me to come home despite the fact that he has to go off to work in less than 3 hour's time. I can't believe that actually, I thought he won't care, so I makin kelesa lah come home late. Until he had his last straw, he had a heart-to-heart with me. Which eventually, I cried badly. That night my ego was shattered, cos earlier I had a ranting session with Hero Bacin, expressing my frustations and shouting and screaming in the streets, where one of us ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is currently at the downside of the wheel. I lost control of my faith and myself and got wasted badly a few nights ago. Got drunk at one point and staggered my way back home in the midnight, and the lucky thing was everybody was already fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannie lost her loved one this morning at 5 am. She was very depressed at his loss, I couldn't be there for her today, I cried and wished I could have been a better friend. I felt so incorrect, I wish I can be there for everybody, my friends, my boyfriend and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Bacin has his own matters to settle. Why must violence be considered as a substitute for civilised confrontation? I wish I could take him away from his world of madness and shield him from all incoming negativity, from all badness. Protect him like how I should. Love him like how he should deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a long time, I friggin slit my wrist, despite having vowed to myself to stop doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's drop it. On the brighter note, I had my virgin dining experience at New York Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;Cheeerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recording session with Hannie! Mampos we sang Stars Are Blind and sounded better compared to M2M's Mirror Mirror. At some point I sounded horrible (maciam small kid) whereas she sounded perfect! And when we duet, you can clearly hear a fine line between perfection and toad voice. Isn't that obvious. Then the 15 bucks shopping at YES supermarket (NO!) where we bought like loads of food and a pack of condom, and we buka-ed at Hannie's place with loads of fishballs and hotdogs in tom yam sauce and our much-favourite-oyster-sauce-marinated chicken and chicken nuggets richly dipped in chilli sauce. An unhealthy combination for buka-ing, but it was indeed a nice experience, and when eating we both spilled our grievances over the what-you-call-as-unhealthy-food and I was close to tears but as a normal practice of "berbual sini habis sini" we dropped the matter and resumed going mad and crazy. Till 11++ pm. I thought I missed the last bus until the much-awaited bus 69 came out from the lane like a godsend (include the light shining on the bus from the sky), I was willing to kiss the bus driver while tapping the ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO CITY! Freaking crowded! I felt like a lost ant there. And Hero Bacin, confident mama telling me there is a foodcourt at B2, and the moment we reached there, all we saw was loadssss of cars! Where do you think? CARPARK!! Mampos got prata and thosai there eh sayang? And as usual due to my irritating non-stop disturbance to him, he killed me in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Wen Jun at Carl's Jr! Haha couldn't recognise her, she changed a lot! Hhahaahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahh. I think that should be all. I'm sleepy, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please disregard anything disturbing above. Take it as a piece of shit from an exhausted &amp;amp; sleepy ranter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE AHH CB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way today's cab fare has an extra 3 bucks! Peak period + eve of Deepavali. WTF. Anyway the cabby was super friendly lah but can't he tell I was tired.. in the end I happily wished him a good day. godday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I gave away Amsterdam's and Heineken to Hero Bacin, he got wasted too and berbual merepek kerepek. Ranting that I don't love him and so, telling me he was scared. I was scared, yeah he was scaring me. No more crazy alcohol for you. I don't fucking care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye i forgot that I have to reply to 4 of his smses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116136059872010171?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116136059872010171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116136059872010171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116136059872010171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116136059872010171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-has-been-emotional_21.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116099086090268740</id><published>2006-10-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:56.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IDIOTIC BASTARD FUCKING SON OF A BITCH STUPID PIECE OF SHIT U MOTHERFUCKING JERK ! WHY MUST UR STUPID MOTHER GIVE BIRTH TO U IF SHE KNOWS TT U ARE JUST A BRAINLESS MORONIC IDIOT WHO DOESNT DESERVE A PLACE HERE. MAY AS WELL GO AND DIE U FUCKING SCUMBAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116099086090268740?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116099086090268740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116099086090268740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116099086090268740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116099086090268740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/idiotic-bastard-fucking-son-of-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116089414271190427</id><published>2006-10-15T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:56.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When there's trouble you know who to call................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEEN TITANS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116089414271190427?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116089414271190427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116089414271190427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116089414271190427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116089414271190427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-theres-trouble-you-know-who-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116075437356282253</id><published>2006-10-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught Younger Bro playing with my bra. And please note, at this point of time when the picture was taken, it was not planned at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/abangbra.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Joyah sleeping on top of the computer processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/saintalex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I want to make a shoutout to the world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HERO BACIN IS PREGNANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with my child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HE MENSTRUATES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(evidence can be found on his mattress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HE LOVES WEARING SKIRTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he just wore mine and mamposs he looked so sexy cos it's short on him! LEGGY GOODNESS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swore to him to never leave his side when he's in labour, and to bear his delivery costs after he gave birth. LOYAL KAN. Where else can you find a girlfriend like ME who took responsibility of the unexpected "accident"!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay I can't wait for the arrival of the baby.. ahhahaha yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he fell sick now cos just now he went ganas to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAGOS. BALASAN.&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;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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116075437356282253?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116075437356282253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116075437356282253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116075437356282253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116075437356282253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-caught-younger-bro-playing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116054159826435247</id><published>2006-10-11T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:56.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kini ku tidak ubah seperti &lt;strong&gt;NENEK-NENEK&lt;/strong&gt; karena ku berbekalkan &lt;strong&gt;MINYAK TIGER BALM&lt;/strong&gt; berbotol-botol untuk memberi kelegaan pada &lt;strong&gt;SAKIT OTOT&lt;/strong&gt; di bahagian belakang tengkukku. Ya ampuuuunnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says there is 'wind' accumulated behind my shoulder which is caused by an intense amount of stress (too much of bending i.e STUDYING) or too much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Which means the solution is to pamper myself at a day of a good massage parlour butbutbutbutbut WHO'S UP TO SPONSOR ME NOW? HUH? HUH? HUH? hahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus let us learn this formula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO $$ = SHUT THE HELL UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheeeesh. I really need to SAVE some day!&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn another formula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;$$ DOLLAR NOTES $$ = HAPPY PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone loves that kind of paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That piece of paper that brings ultimate joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That piece of paper that has the ability to wreck any marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That piece of paper that could kill anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That piece of paper that has the potential to severe ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That piece of paper that ..........................&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116054159826435247?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116054159826435247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116054159826435247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116054159826435247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116054159826435247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/kini-ku-tidak-ubah-seperti-nenek-nenek_11.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116048682936408031</id><published>2006-10-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find my birthday rather irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, I  need to wait for more than a year before I can take my driving lessons, while others who were given birth in January 1989 can already take their driving lessons in less than 3 months away from now.&lt;br /&gt;Mine will be more than 12 freaking months- to be exact it's 14 months! I HATE I HATE I HATE this is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went up to Mom and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mak, asal dulu time mak pregnant-kan Mena, mak tak tunggu lagi brape hari jadik mak beranakkan Mena on January?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom, why didn't you wait for a few days so that I am born in January?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Alah, kau memang dah nak klua, ape nak buat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You already wanna come out, what to do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Abah, driving lesson braper ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How much for driving lesson?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dulu 23 dollars satu jam. Skarang tak tau brape."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back then it was $23/h. Now don't know how much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Agak2 sume brape?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Roughly how much in total?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nonchalantly replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Two thousand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to probe him further about the funding for my driving lessons, cos I am 101% positive I will have to pay for my own.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to console myself about my late birthday by saying that I have more than enough time to save money for the driving lessons (note: 14 months!)&lt;br /&gt;Technically it's the same lah if I were born in January, I still have to save up which I think will take me almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a year&lt;/span&gt; to save due to my lack of discipline in saving money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself a year. Yes, a year. I can't save close to 30 bucks in a month cos I will end up spending the entire money before the 24th hour of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Danity Kane's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AUNDREA FIMBRES&lt;/span&gt; a hooootttttttttttttttttttt gorgey fabby mommaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay ah though I find their song SHOW STOPPER a bit cheesy, overall they're like a replica of Pussycat Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/aundrea.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical exam in week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;loveyoubaby.&lt;3beenmissingyoubadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116048682936408031?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116048682936408031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116048682936408031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116048682936408031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116048682936408031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-find-my-birthday-rather-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116031862599438030</id><published>2006-10-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/35830790235180l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My bad boy, my wicked man, my promiscuous baby, my annoying darling, my Syazzy Wazzy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my HERO BACIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116031862599438030?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116031862599438030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116031862599438030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116031862599438030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116031862599438030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-bad-boy-my-wicked-man-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116031852100623708</id><published>2006-10-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my granny grams. Though she can be really demanding at times (scratch that, MOST OF THE TIMES), she is still the wicked ol' mama anybody could know! Like today, she hit me playfully with a broom cos I laughed at her over something. For buka she made fantastic rojak..... and the pedasnya (spicy-ness).. ohh ya ampun!! It was so hot I can blow fire out of my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I miss my granny embah. Haven't been visiting her for quite some time, I ought to be sent to guilt trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAMMMMMSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CHEEZITO rocks! Yummmmy cheesy bandito pocket and it has this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheesy succulent hot juicy chicken patty, &lt;/span&gt;YOU MUST TRY IT YOU MUST YOU MUST YOU MUST!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116031852100623708?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116031852100623708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116031852100623708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116031852100623708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116031852100623708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-granny-grams.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-116011133384646087</id><published>2006-10-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak.&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out to study with Hero Bacin at Changi Airport. Spent like an hour plus at Popeye's (HOLY FUGGGG I'M GONNA GET ADDICTED TO POPEYE'S!!!). BTW miraaa, or was it Nadee? Popeye's is magnificento! HAHA. The mash potato has this bits of chicken chunks and the gravy was ooh-la-la eh stop it la I'm fasting and salivating like a mad dog now. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;Skip the other part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mMmMMmMMmmMm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm like at home, doing the chores. Fold the laundry lah, wash the laundry lah, swept the floor lah. Tak ubah macam Cinderella. Now Baby Bro is sitting on my lap watching me typing, I think I'm going to rent 'The Break Up' later to watch cos I'm like freaking bored, Dad is out to apply this computer course at NTUC learning hub (God know's where) and I thought I wanna bring Younger Sis out later to break fast at KFC (I'M NOW CRAVING FOR CHEEZITO) but then I am having neckaches and backaches (THANKS TO HERO BACIN) so let's just forget that idea. Anyway Hero Bacin is having Maths paper 2 (oooh old days) sooooo all the best to everybody who's sitting for the killer paper aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm grounded till next Tuesday. So please do not rub it in by sms-ing me whether I wanna go out or something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(NOTE TO HANNIE) &lt;/span&gt;okayokay. Sedih yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-116011133384646087?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/116011133384646087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=116011133384646087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116011133384646087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/116011133384646087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/edited-cant-take-my-eyes-off-you-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115996612464479607</id><published>2006-10-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kau, Aku Dan Serakah Sebuah Perahu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam ribut nafsu ada deru dalam darahmu&lt;br /&gt;kau tambatkan serakahmu di muara hati&lt;br /&gt;konon akulah pantai, dan perahumu tersadai&lt;br /&gt;bercempera hala tuju kerana robek layarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kita samakan hidup itu pelayaran&lt;br /&gt;yang cukup jenuh, yang perlu berlabuh&lt;br /&gt;membaca pecah ombak, menyukat gelora angin&lt;br /&gt;songsang arus menghanyutkan kita kembali&lt;br /&gt;ke tengah laut akal, yang melemaskan nilai&lt;br /&gt;lalu bercanggahnya budi, pintanya tanpa jemu&lt;br /&gt;Kau, aku dan serakah sebuah perahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sebalik hujan hati ada tangis dalam rindumu&lt;br /&gt;kau gugurkan cemasmu di hujung sangsi&lt;br /&gt;konon akulah teruna, dan kau dara yang setia&lt;br /&gt;bertukan rindu kerana indahnya janji.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kita samakan hidup itu penantian&lt;br /&gt;yang amat sementara, yang perlu berbicara&lt;br /&gt;menggenggam pasir pantai, mendengar rahsia angin&lt;br /&gt;perahu usang tersadai lama kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;ke puncak berahi, yang berpaut ajakan&lt;br /&gt;lalu tersukatnya nikmat, puasnya tanpa malu&lt;br /&gt;Kau, aku dan serakah dalam perahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku masih dilambung ombak zaman&lt;br /&gt;pantai landai berpinggir pertanyaan, mendebarkan&lt;br /&gt;layar semakin robek, perahu hidup semakin renta&lt;br /&gt;dan rindu masih bermimpikan pertemuan kelmarin&lt;br /&gt;diam alam yang disambar sayap camar&lt;br /&gt;lembayung senja yang beigut memukau&lt;br /&gt;riangnya wajah-wajah kita tersiram basah&lt;br /&gt;dan pantai itu jadi kenangan, menyayat gundah&lt;br /&gt;Kau, aku dan serakah perahu yang indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakut surut laut, timpas dalam diriku jua&lt;br /&gt;kau tagihkan janjimu di puncak nikmat&lt;br /&gt;kerana cinta itu lukisan ala, terukir senyuman&lt;br /&gt;lalu tersimbah warna merah dan rintihan petang&lt;br /&gt;seperti menggamit sumpahan janji, pesanan luka&lt;br /&gt;sedang darah masih mengalir hangat di pembuluh&lt;br /&gt;bumi turut menggigil, sekejap langit pun muram&lt;br /&gt;kita bersatu sama senja, bermukah dengan malam&lt;br /&gt;terdengar ceriau unggas kehilangan sarangnya&lt;br /&gt;ternampak sayap camar patah di kaki langit&lt;br /&gt;suara nafsu sudah tidak terpedulikan lagi&lt;br /&gt;kata cinta sudah tidak berlapiskan makna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang sempurna hanyalah tangisan&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang bersalah hanyalah penyesalan&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang berombak hanyalah harapan&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang tersidai hanyalah sejarah pantai&lt;br /&gt;Kau, aku dan serakah sebuah perahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;highlight of the week;&lt;br /&gt;*Caught two movies with Hero Bacin in a day, which is watching another movie as soon as the first one ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-John Tucker Must Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Stay Alive&lt;/span&gt;  (scary piece of fucking shit, but somehow I freaking like the part when October said to Countess Elizabeth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GOD FUCK YOU, BITCH." &lt;/span&gt;hahhahahhahaahha I likee. I don't know why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I understand that every life comes to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115996612464479607?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115996612464479607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115996612464479607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115996612464479607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115996612464479607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/kau-aku-dan-serakah-sebuah-perahu.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115988116890819271</id><published>2006-10-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth hurts, badly. The news dawned on me so hard, it felt as though the world is crashing down on me. I could not speak, I could not even stutter anything. I couldn't believe I'm losing you, I couldn't believe you'll be gone soon, I can't believe you'll be leaving me, I can't believe you will not be here anymore.. nobody to coax me to sleep, nobody to be there for me whenever I need someone to withstand my rantings, my screamings and my cryings, without even complaining about how whiny or petty I am, cos you'll just stand there and be there for me, and nobody for me to hug to sleep. I don't wanna lose you.. God please do not take this little soul away from me, you have been taking away my loved ones, but please, don't take away him away from me.. I can't bear to watch you go, I can't bear the thought of you leaving me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sobbing hard, I'm losing control, I'm losing everything.. Without you, my life is as good as nothing.. I felt as if a huge part of me is ebbing away. If you are gone I may as well be gone too....................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115988116890819271?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115988116890819271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115988116890819271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115988116890819271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115988116890819271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/truth-hurts-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115977081424262866</id><published>2006-10-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met Mama at al-ansar bus stop few nights ago. I was, as usual, menonong di bus stop bak orang terencat otak when suddenly this guy who walked past me turned to me and started smiling. It came to me a few seconds later that it was MAMA! He was otw to terawih but in the end he skipped the terawih to sit and talk to me. It's not fine with me, I don't know why, he changed a lot, compared to what he was during secondary school, where he was just the guy every girl wants to be friends with- mind you, not the BGR type- cos of his friendliness and his good sense of humour, and he WAS the kind of guy who doesn't get angry so easily, but if somebody provoked him, hah musnah padahla jawapannya. Serious. A lot of us are missing his old self. That night I tried to console him, telling him to move on, furthermore it's Ramadhan, it's of no use to brood over the past, and simply forgive and forget. Mama remained quiet throughout. He looked as if he was a cross between daze and thinking. And when he finally spoke, he shuddered and was close to tears- it was obvious because of his change in his voice (quivering) and he looked up to supress the tears. I was moved to tears and I plead him not to cry cos otherwise I will cry as well. I was sad. I could feel how he felt, but he refused to believe it, cos he thought I am living a carefree life and am in an advantaged position, unlike his. I told him, this isn't the Nasri that I know. Why this Nasri became a sad, depressed and vengeful person? He was close with me, we confided in each other about a lot of things, including his major crushes on that girl. I told him again, don't let a girl ruin your life. I know, I understood that he has this crush for his female classmate for almost 2 years, he waited for her, and when they finally got together, I was happy to see him happy with her, cos finally it was worth waiting for. But when their relationship reached an end, things changed. Things began to downfall. This was how the new vengeful, depressed side of him arose. It was disheartening to see him in this condition. I really wanted to help him, but his strong-willed self could just weaken my intentions. I could simply pray for the best for him, and just be there for him whenever he needs a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much aite Mama. Don't you remember the times you were so happy in secondary school before? Especially in sec 2, with Yasmin? The science centre thing? The truth and dare? One of the dares you was challenged was to kiss my cheek during FASTING MONTH? (which you did anyway, so technically puasa batal) How talkative we were during MT class till Cikgu Norlinsah threatened to marry us cos we can't stop talking to each other and always arguing like mad when she was conducting the class? (which in the end she separated our seats, but we still found a way to get together and talk non-stop!) And then in sec 4, we were separated into 2 different malay classes, but somehow I cabot my malay class and sneaked into YOUR malay class without getting caught? It happened numerous of times, I know. Mama, why don't you revert to your old self? Don't you think about your loved ones? Your parents? Your brothers? Your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, if you're reading this, I just wanna let you know that despite the "biar kurang kawan, asal jgn kurang ajar" thing that you said to me (and in your blog), you need to know that sooner or later you need a friend to go through the ups and downs with you. The one that will move with the currents of your life. Don't think too much. Sempurnakan your ibadah alright. I'm here for you aite. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that post wasn't meant to sound lovey, so please, don't get the wrong idea. You share the same pain when another friend is in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing now, do you know that? Now I realise how much I should treasure my dearest miraaa, hannie, nadee, malmal and miroool. My bestestestestestest buddy Miraaa and Nadee since 2002. Hannie and Mirool since 2004. And Malmal since 2005. I love you guys, I'll stand by you when things go wrong and when you need a comforting hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to my special dearest one, Syazwan. No words, hugs and kisses could express how much I really love you, I hope you could feel it, no love is as sincere as mine for you. I'll go to the ends of the world if you wanted, just like how we started. Even the stars couldn't beat the shine in your eyes that are filled with upmost sincerity.. I love you baby, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I am emo-driven please allow me to leave the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It's just my love for you till I die in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115977081424262866?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115977081424262866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115977081424262866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115977081424262866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115977081424262866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-met-mama-at-al-ansar-bus-stop-few.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115976777381265892</id><published>2006-10-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant chicky.</title><content type='html'>My cousin from Los Angeles came over. I missed her so much! The last time I saw her was like more than a year ago. Back then she was like, super slim and pretty, now she's carrying her first baby. Hahahaha like she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"MACAM BOMB."&lt;/span&gt; It's cute the way she defined her pregnancy! And throughout the time she was talking about her life on the foreign land, I was pretty much amused and kinda envied her lifestyle there. Very carefree! Macam free and easy! Would love to be in her position, furthermore she had traveled practically everywhere even before she hits her 30s, cos she used to be air stewardess. Ohh opportunities opportunities opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Hero Bacin's second paper. Once again, I was the one being a kanchiong spider. That boy can still afford to relek-relek, I was one worrying the entire night. So now I hope you could you the paper okay dear. Dahla I miss you.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And miraaaaaaa.. mak oi sweet nyer that woman. At 8.07am and 4 secs I was awakened by her text message,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Menaaa, i miss you. Hehe.. &gt;_&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I replied 2 hours later cos I thought it was a dream until I re-checked the message. HAHAHAHA AWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I miss you too la dey. Serious seh. Bila mau meet up ni. Aku ketagih sama kau. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115976777381265892?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115976777381265892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115976777381265892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115976777381265892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115976777381265892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/10/pregnant-chicky.html' title='pregnant chicky.'/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115946016171837633</id><published>2006-09-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last year, Hannie, Miraaa and I created a blog of our own. When I read back the entries, I realised that the blog is an exact duplicate of what you normally read from teenage/adolescent girl clique's books/blogs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whining about exams&lt;br /&gt;-work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS, BOYS AND MORE BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;http://r-e-t-r-i-b-u-t-i-o-n.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AKU SAYANG &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MUHAMMAD SYAZWAN BIN SUPARMAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;a.k.a Hero Bacin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115946016171837633?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115946016171837633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115946016171837633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115946016171837633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115946016171837633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-year-hannie-miraaa-and-i-created.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115936651816473893</id><published>2006-09-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fahrul's MSN nick;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.!xoRayn   . ;                       PLEASE take the MRT .  if you listen clearly, you can listen mariyanah laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my name and 'public transport' in the same sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115936651816473893?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115936651816473893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115936651816473893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115936651816473893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115936651816473893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/fahruls-msn-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115933447256142021</id><published>2006-09-27T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby Bro has a series of accidents this week. First one, after a heavy dinner at Alfiah, a little cm of his elbow skin tersepit through this slit in the PCs yang bersepahan di floor (courtesy to Dad who likes to keep spare PCs) and suffered a minor cut on his little finger. And today, he rammed his head right to the PC (courtesy to DAD AGAIN) and escaped with a bruise and a little cut on his forehead (which then I said to Baby Bro, "Head bocor kann..."). This is the consequence one have to bear for being too physically active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku have to MC from fasting this week. Kind of a waste lah cos in the beginning I was planning to take advantage of the irregularity of my period to complete one month of fasting without any hindrance, especially the tetamu terhormat a.k.a unexpected visitor, but noooooo, the unexpected visitor sungguh setan and have to come now. WHY CAN'T YOU COME NEXT MONTH AFTER RAMADHAN HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have to bayar balik puasa next year. What a bloody cheebye. (literally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115933447256142021?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115933447256142021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115933447256142021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115933447256142021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115933447256142021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-bro-has-series-of-accidents-this_27.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115908821635916463</id><published>2006-09-24T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much things to update, but so little time!&lt;br /&gt;Okay since now I kinda have all the time in the world I may as well update! So these are what that happened recently;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some serious shopping with miraaa and nadee. Much $ spent, but worth it, cos at the end of the day, I'm a happy girl and I'm happy with my purchases! Maciam happy, I'm addicted to what miraaa calls it as, oh RETAIL THERAPY. Missing out Hannie, but she should come the next time round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm cooking dinner (buka) with Sis later. Ayam masak merah and ayam lemak cili padi. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Caught 'THE HAUNTED APARTMENTS' with Hero Bacin! On the contrary, the movie wasn't scary at all. Not much 'terkejut' scenes either. But the boyfriend had to sustain the cold temperature, his feet and hands were cold! I was armed cos I was wearing the long sleeve turtleneck! HAHHAAAHAH okay kasihan benar. Sorry ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little kisses.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-ANGUS IS GROWING HOTTER EACH DAY. Though his movements are subtle, he definitely caught my 100% attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm cooking dinner (buka) with Sis later. Ayam masak merah and ayam lemak cili padi. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joyah slept all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THERE'S HANNAH MONTANAH AT 5PM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. beyond elated already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115908821635916463?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115908821635916463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115908821635916463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115908821635916463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115908821635916463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much-things-to-update-but-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115902433542792127</id><published>2006-09-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In an hour's time, I'm embracing Ramadhan and welcoming it with a hati yang ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is here, and I will definitely make full use of it. Insya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115902433542792127?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115902433542792127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115902433542792127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115902433542792127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115902433542792127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-hours-time-im-embracing-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115863816144081530</id><published>2006-09-19T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to Younger Bro, he has this primary one storybook that tells a story about &lt;strong&gt;The Old Woman Who Lived In A Vinegar Bottle. &lt;/strong&gt;Apparently the teacher gave out a spelling test using the words from the story book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinegar bottle!?!? What the hell was the author thinking!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115863816144081530?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115863816144081530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115863816144081530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115863816144081530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115863816144081530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/according-to-younger-bro-he-has-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115859062349356939</id><published>2006-09-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In some other sense I felt exploited.&lt;br /&gt;Used.&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated.&lt;br /&gt;Violated.&lt;br /&gt;Fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more. I don't know. But some people cared about their own welfare only. Not mine. Not others. WHY? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;r intention to hurt me but I'm doing what's right. And I'm not over-reacting, I'm so sure about this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, how do you tell to that person who had unintentionally hurt you and worse, he doesn't even know that he had hurt you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115859062349356939?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115859062349356939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115859062349356939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115859062349356939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115859062349356939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-some-other-sense-i-felt-exploited.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115858704768117539</id><published>2006-09-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in history, Younger Bro uttered the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"MOTHERFUCKER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he realised that it is a bad word, (cos Mom screamed at his face after he cursed) he short-formed it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"FUCK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was all learnt by watching a rated M-18 movie. TEEEVEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, after nine solid years, Angus finally trusted my hand. FINALLY. All this while he never let my hand go anywhere near his belly, cos he will surely bite or scratch. But now he relented to it. And he enjoyed it. All after waiting for nine freaking years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was hurt but I just wanna remain silent. I carried the pain home. But do you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115858704768117539?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115858704768117539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115858704768117539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115858704768117539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115858704768117539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-first-time-in-history-younger-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115842378154216388</id><published>2006-09-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is so horrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't ask me what happened, I just feel like saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115842378154216388?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115842378154216388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115842378154216388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115842378154216388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115842378154216388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-so-horrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115842239360437523</id><published>2006-09-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have this immense urge to play paintball.&lt;br /&gt;*shoots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't watched The Pacifier, I think you deserve a good spanking cos you just missed watching the ultimate smokin' hot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIN DIESEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/vindiesel.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He's right here in my blog. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spankinfuckinsmokinscaldinhotdelicioushunkyummymmmmmiamcravinforu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115842239360437523?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115842239360437523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115842239360437523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115842239360437523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115842239360437523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115823868476501496</id><published>2006-09-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, I'm munching on a bar of milk cream chocolate wafer, and somehow I fell in love with this wafer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me remind you again&lt;/span&gt; that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; anything&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so hard and dry&lt;/span&gt; like wafers or biscuits, but somehow this wafer has this milky taste which makes you wanna have another big bite out of it... oh stop it about this wafer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow whenever I watch reality shows, like MTV's Room Raiders or Score, I can't help but feel very envious towards the contestants, especially the winners, cos they either get a day out with the hottie or even win a trip for 2 to where-ever-in-the-world, like ONLY BOTH of them, without parent supervision or something. I mean, don't their parents mind whether their child will get wasted and end up hooking with the other partner cos the trip does not have parent supervision? It's a big deal to me you know. I imagined myself as one of the winners but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality check!!! &lt;/span&gt;Mom and Dad placed a huge emphasis on religion, especially about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muhrim,&lt;/span&gt; they won't even let me come near to a human who belong to the male species, let alone going to the trip for 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(read; GUY) &lt;/span&gt;to where-ever-in-the-world. I mean, hey I know my parents are right, but this thing in me wants to enjoy this kind of privelege and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I know I've sinned myself for saying such crap, so I plead for mercy now. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like little surprises. They can get pretty addictive at times. Especially like the one happened recently whereby that somebody slipped something inside my bag pocket and later at night texted me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Check one of your bag pockets. I slipped something stupid inside.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so when I did, I gave out a little scream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the bus &lt;/span&gt;and took out a little teddy bear with a note &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'I love You'&lt;/span&gt; on its tummy. HERO BACINNNNNNNNNN. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Menaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eh, after almost five centuries, I just know that Ellen DeGeneres is actually a gay. She had a relationship with this pretty actress and I don't know what happened. Kinda interesting cos lately when I watch her talkshow, she appeared to me as a momma of 2 kids. But hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary one brother received his second-time-telephone-call-of-his-life from his friend (a new thing to him) and he got so jakun, he went to the extent of asking his friend on what shirt he was wearing, and then he told his friend that he is going to watch the DVD that my dad had rented and after that he is going to put on his Superman's clothes. Other than that, they questioned each other about whether they had done their homework and then Younger Bro told his friend,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Abah saya ada cerita movie, saya tak tau cerita apa, nanti saya nak tengok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115823868476501496?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115823868476501496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115823868476501496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115823868476501496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115823868476501496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-im-typing-this-im-munching-on-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115813024594789256</id><published>2006-09-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he refused to let me walk out from the door. I mean, they have been anticipating this moment for years, how come when I really did it, they didn't let me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stew-pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog in peace. There is this construction work going on at the storey above mine. It is a major pain in the ears, I was so tempted to tear down the whole flat. I can't even listen to songs properly, if I increase the volume it will only worsen the noise level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sleep it out of your system.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the only phrase that I could remember so far cos it hurts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; know why. I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it again today? I'm sorry, this is what you get if you get a full one year of holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115813024594789256?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115813024594789256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115813024594789256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115813024594789256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115813024594789256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/hell-o.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115805113266558188</id><published>2006-09-12T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEE!?&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU I'M GOING TO BE BACK HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Temporary kan.&lt;br /&gt;Continue tagging like you used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things have been happening, it'll take me ages to note down here. Summary; things are pretty fine. Not all, that is. But I'm feeling satiated actually. Temporary shutdown of this blog isn't due to severe downturn of life at the moment, on the contrary, things were greattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Kak Ima got married on the 9th. Full of drama, ranging from fussy granny to aunt-with-an-extreme-headache to layan-ing all the tetamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/?action=view&amp;current=kakima.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/kakima.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride on the eve of the big day. Kak Ima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kakima2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/kakima2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indah benar. Happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannie will be back in S'pore any moment from now. Can't wait to hear abt the KL trip!&lt;br /&gt;Amira dah start school. Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Amiroool is busy mugging for O's.&lt;br /&gt;Qamal too. Schooling.&lt;br /&gt;Nadee still holiday-ing kan!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you that Sabby Cuzzie got an A2 for her MT o's!? I was so happy for her. She got a distinction! That dream grade. And she was like, "YEAY. You got A2 also right?" then I corrected her, I was actually one grade above hers. And she screamed in disappointment and said, "NOT FAIR AH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute sia that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Bacin. I'm missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115805113266558188?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115805113266558188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115805113266558188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115805113266558188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115805113266558188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/see-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115709763796806563</id><published>2006-09-01T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll come back someday.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;For now, menazzy.blogspot.com is temporarily out of service.&lt;br /&gt;And let me remind you again that I'm not following trend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115709763796806563?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115709763796806563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115709763796806563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115709763796806563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115709763796806563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-come-back-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115683978342498419</id><published>2006-08-29T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:53.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Younger Bro came home with a bottle of goat's milk which he got from the excursion to Hay's Dairies and the frog farm earlier, and I swear, goat's milk is not a nice beverage to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am now overdosing on Chipsmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@##@!$#@%$#!^%$^%$&amp;#^*&amp;amp;^#%*%#^%@@$#%$#@^%#@^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115683978342498419?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115683978342498419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115683978342498419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115683978342498419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115683978342498419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/younger-bro-came-home-with-bottle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115665958930255198</id><published>2006-08-27T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That day, service learning, was alright ah.&lt;br /&gt;And MCP was pretty okay. The fooooooood was great. Scrumptious sweet and sour fish. And the mistaken identity chicken which I thought was fish. MEIJUANNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sab's love life was publicised vocally. ACM SECURITY GUARD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to lepak at an indoor playground at Eunos. I tumpang this YA's (can't remember his name) bike and I was screaming in the middle of the carpark cos it was so unstable and I was scared I'll fall. Even the soccer boys nearby were mimicking me. Double wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEPAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKED AT PLAYGROUND. THREW A SOCK AT HUZAIRI. MEIJUAN'S SKIRT WAS SO SHORT THAT WHEN SHE SAT DOWN, YOU CAN SEE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and wooooooo somebody RECEIVED A BOUQUET OF ROSES SIA!!!!!!!!! Confirm beaming eh that girl.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry Juannie I didn't replied your message cos I didn't realise it until 12.26am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Mama. He's still the same old mama. But the difference is, he cared about everything except for himself. I was like, sad seh. But Mama's eyeliner is power sia. Lawah. He looked like a girl. Jambuuuuu. After which I gave him a hug before I ran to take 38. And he was like, blur. Sorry ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night went off to meet Hero Bacin. The rest is history. I wouldn't possibly type everything here kan. Except for the fact that he was really bacin cos he rushed to meet me after his soccer training. Ya la today got match with another team ryte. Bacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but... this feeling is tingling inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to be the guy of your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;your perfect lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you and only you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me for a minute I need to solidify myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115665958930255198?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115665958930255198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115665958930255198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115665958930255198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115665958930255198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-day-service-learning-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115651694833026900</id><published>2006-08-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid work. Stupid people. Stupid calls. Stupid idiots.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I cried the moment i left the place.&lt;br /&gt;She was just being so ridiculous. Stupid fuckin loose bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Heeesh I'm so spoilt. So petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but who cares. nnbknnccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is good. Cheered me up with his stupid yet witty smses. That bangla. Cepat la mama when are you going to teach me maths siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bbbbbbbbbbbbiiiiiitttttccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is hannie? Lama okay haven't seen that bunny. Ni mimira. Holiday already. Confirm enjoy. I'm slugging. Ngok kan. This is so unfair. Oh don't be surprised, the world is indeed unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this hero bacin. His 'N' levels are soooo near. Around the corner. In like, few more days. Yet I'm the one who is mega stressed. He's so cool. Still can play soccer and stuff. And the late night calls. Mati-mati don't want to go to sleep even though I insisted. In the end, he got barely 3 hours of sleep before going to school the following day. Apa tak ngok ke itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to spice things up cos it's getting pretty mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115651694833026900?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115651694833026900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115651694833026900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115651694833026900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115651694833026900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-work.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115622813771525924</id><published>2006-08-22T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honeyyyyyyyyyyyy.dew.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115622813771525924?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115622813771525924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115622813771525924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115622813771525924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115622813771525924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/honeyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115622480262360285</id><published>2006-08-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dah kahwin seh. Siti and Datuk K. Heboh and kecoh. It's time for her. I could still remember the first song that I heard (and fell in love with) from her was her smash hit song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku Cinta Padamu&lt;/span&gt;, and like other fans, I grew attached to this wonderful singer through her virgin days for almost a decade until the day she could finally be de-virginised legally, as yesterday marked the big day for both Siti and her &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; old hubby. Cannot believe sey, cos I was used to knowing her being single and boyfriend-less, but now it's like, SHE'S MARRIED, for goddamn sake she's fuckin married!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's inevitable if she loses quite a number of fans just because she's married, cos it's natural for people to fancy singers who are single, you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, may God bless her marriage with Datuk K. Pelan2 kayuh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to get a tamagotchi like, soon. SOOOOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115622480262360285?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115622480262360285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115622480262360285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115622480262360285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115622480262360285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/dah-kahwin-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115605427202912922</id><published>2006-08-20T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the Escape Theme Park with Aidil later!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna bring the shit down, I swear, with a guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. Meeting that crazy boy in one and a half an hour's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115605427202912922?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115605427202912922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115605427202912922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115605427202912922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115605427202912922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-escape-theme-park-with-aidil-later.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115597711118680416</id><published>2006-08-19T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one thing about putting the computer outside,&lt;br /&gt;anybody coming out from the room is bound to see whatever that is being papar-ed on the screen, for an instance, mom caught me looking at a picture of me kissing hannie on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;and the famous five-hour lecture began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;stupid dad for placing the stupid comp in the stupid hall now my mom thinks i'm a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;a daughter who made out with her bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. how small can some brains be?&lt;br /&gt;notice i'm typing in lower uppercases? yeah i'm pissed. i can't be bothered to type properly.&lt;br /&gt;knnccb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115597711118680416?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115597711118680416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115597711118680416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597711118680416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597711118680416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-thing-about-putting-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115597650793780000</id><published>2006-08-19T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with a sore eye and a nasty bout of cough and flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115597650793780000?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115597650793780000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115597650793780000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597650793780000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597650793780000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-woke-up-with-sore-eye-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115597491975290489</id><published>2006-08-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a mad roar at home. I got dressed and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Katong to fetch Hannie from her workplace. Then we got really drunk, and then became the upmost stupid freaks of all stupidity. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got so clumsy, Hannie sent a stupid text message to her manager, then we fussed over the mirror and two minahs, eye-lined our eyes like nobody's business and then we got lost at Toa Payoh, it was scorching hot, 4 pm felt like 12 pm, and the ironic thing was, we got lost at Toa Payoh CENTRAL. Interchange. Mall. We wandered around further, and we were lost in the lorongs. Then we found our way out when evening closed the day, and the moon taking over her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ordeal at the stupid building, we ate tom yum instant noodles at the heartland of the Toa Payoh mall, infrontof five million passer-bys, literally the center of attraction. After which, we went to McDonald's to buy burgers and then to NTUC to get some chocolates. And we went back home by 28. Chatted our way home, reminiscing the past, it was an unforgettable moment, we talked about everything under the &lt;s&gt;sun&lt;/s&gt; moon. Everything ranging from the embarassing floorball incident I had to sex. And when we alighted at the school bus stop, something unfortunate happened. Hannie lost her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We approached the mechanics who were nearby and she called her mobile quite a number of times. At last the mechanics sent us to Tampines and we went all the way to Tamp interchange to report her lost phone and she raided two 28s to find the phone, but there was no sign of her black Motorola RAZR. She continued crying, we stayed till 11 plus before going home. Ahh honey, 11 more days to new phone and new line, don't worry, the new phone will be more canggih okay. Dah don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Bacin was worried all night cos I didn't reply to any of his messages since evening till, late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way till today afternoon. So technically I hasn't contacted him for more than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't think about the negativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid siol me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115597491975290489?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115597491975290489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115597491975290489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597491975290489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115597491975290489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-mad-roar-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115579829536566714</id><published>2006-08-17T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NADEE'S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 August marks 1/6 of Pretty Children's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SHARIFAH NADIAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, seventeenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of 'komplot-ing' with her Mom regarding the birthday surprise, (I swear her mom ROCKSS!) we managed to give Nadee a surprise birthday party at her crib. Let the pictures humour you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/70ef94b0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 656px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/b6d0e1c8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/950f81a9.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/048250d4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2c47f8a1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malmal signing autograph sehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/e2c50104.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/417a58b0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/0e031f36.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Unveiling' the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/825e413c.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shocked but she managed to hold the otak-otak and the satay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Her craziness, we caught her red-handed in pyjamas.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/1a47e03b.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 692px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/b3f203c0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/0f8f7e01.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/4f1bc5ea.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 469px; height: 622px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/7a6653ad.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 651px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2e06ea5c.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Her birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/b34894c8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 649px; height: 486px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/087f7855.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d5647664.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/4e3d9c87.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 723px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/bda0c4ae.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her ultimate rawkin mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 734px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/60f04f5d.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her cute grams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/523e7bcf.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/f97e231a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/1b1a51d9.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy feeding Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 582px; height: 436px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/76f864fd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 563px; height: 422px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/6394b156.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/53db84df.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/60a94989.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/cf8968ee.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/c3104cdb.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 659px; height: 494px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/25deeb7b.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 433px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/fe6b8527.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and then everybody got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/dca0e131.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 609px; height: 456px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/81b69264.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/e21b92a2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... and horny.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/1797aa9d.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ef43497c.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/99fd8284.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 402px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/fc30ebec.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis, hanyut.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's close this with the complete set of Pretty Children. Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 377px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/54b33bf5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115579829536566714?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115579829536566714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115579829536566714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115579829536566714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115579829536566714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/nadees-surprise-birthday-party-16.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115562133471773553</id><published>2006-08-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was tagged by miraa, nadee and malmal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-mena (strictly for family members and close friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-mariyanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts of my heritage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-javanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-bugis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(what else is new? every malay has at least a pinch of javanese blood, am I correct to say this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of your daily essentials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-ya. gosok gigi, (BRUSH MY TEETH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things im wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-white undies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-white bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-pjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(holy cow I'm so white.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you want in a relationship other than love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-fuck, what's that other word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 truth and 2 lies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-i made out with five guys last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-i know how to sew clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-i scream each time my phone beeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-i used Hero Bacin's fist as my microphone and then sing to his fist while he stared at me with one eyebrow raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-i had sex with amira binte nasir last year before our 'o' lvl maths paper 2 in the school toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 physical things that the oppsite sex appeals to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-abs (if i'm lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-gantung di telefon with the girls. and him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-curl myself up under a blanket and snuggle in bed with a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-bake cakes or cookies (current favourite is my signature brownies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you want badly right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-go sentosa with pretty children (btw nadee is our newest member! which makes her a pretty child, woohhoooo i love that bitch!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-hero bacin (it's raining now, it's nice to get close and cosy with him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 place you want to go on a vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-california (earth quakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-heh. anywhere in indon. (scalding hot guys with super solid sexy slick body, esp in Jakarta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you wanna try doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-modelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people i would like to see take this test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-hannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-nuruljanna marican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-amirooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115562133471773553?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115562133471773553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115562133471773553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115562133471773553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115562133471773553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-tagged-by-miraa-nadee-and-malmal.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115561889599752883</id><published>2006-08-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the little space above the storeroom door? The one that is secured with 2 glass planks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Joyah climbed its way out through that little space and got stucked from its belly onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not shocked cos it climbed its way out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shocked me is it's JOYAH who got locked in the store, not ANGUS. Normally it's Angus who will do that cos it's favourite place to snuggle and sleep is at the storeroom. Every day, when he feels like sleeping in the storeroom, he will stand infrontof the door and purr madly at anybody who happen to pass by the storeroom. So that anybody must open the door for him before he will get lost in the pitch-black darkness. And his way of exiting? Since the door will be closed and everybody has forgotten about his existence in the storeroom, he will gracefully leap out from the little space above the storeroom door. Gracefully cos Angus is tiny, and skinny. So it's not a problem for him but it's the otherwise for Joyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, Joyah never sleeps in the storeroom, so maybe he got locked in by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was blabbering away when she realised that Joyah got stucked above. She went on and on about Joyah being fat and stucked and how painful his belly will be and stuff like that. She was even this close to calling the Civil Defence to help the poor kittykat out, until I grabbed the nearest chair and had to pull Joyah out (whose fur were already all fluffed out) and ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I changed my mobile number, the phone is literally dead. So silent. I can expect who is messaging me every time I receive an sms. Unlike my previous number, I get at least a few calls and manymany text messages from both friends and a few anonymous numbers everyday. Well maybe the new number hasn't been known yet, duh it's only one week old. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a sore throat now, but the funny thing is my voice remained unchanged. Which suddenly reminded me of my sec sch days, whereby if Yusuf, Khair and Fahmi got to know that I'm having a sorethroat, they will accuse me of giving a lot of blowjobs the night before and hence the sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115561889599752883?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115561889599752883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115561889599752883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115561889599752883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115561889599752883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-little-space-above-storeroom.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115544615488608304</id><published>2006-08-13T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hero Bacin is having plans to kidnap me soon.&lt;br /&gt;And when he does, I swear I don't wanna come home.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115544615488608304?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115544615488608304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115544615488608304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115544615488608304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115544615488608304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hero-bacin-is-having-plans-to-kidnap.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115544535397834544</id><published>2006-08-13T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is, afterall another boring Sunday afternoon. Skipped tuition today, which means, gone another hip and crazy day with Cuzzie. Hasn't heard anything from her this week. Maybe I will give her a call later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off to a wedding invitation at Jalan Tenaga later after the zohor prayers with my mom and my aunt and Younger Sis and Younger Bro. And to Joo Chiat after the jemputan. Like, yeay. (((: I'm thinking of getting black baju raya this year. But heck, let's just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two rounds of watching Puteri Gunung Ledang yesterday, can you see how bored I was? I cried over the same scenes again (which reminded me of the times where I was doing a movie marathon on 'Eiffel I'm In love' and cried over the same touching scenes and sobbed hard) - sampai tersedu-sedu man. Hahhahaaha. But watching Puteri Gunung Ledang gave me a different feeling- it kinda touched all the way into my innermost soul. Perhaps the unexpected meeting with Hero Bacin at the same place which holds Melaka's sacred and legendary mementos? Well maybe.&lt;em&gt; Gunung Ledang melambangkan pertemuan dua insan yang melalui cinta sejati serta kasih murni yang tulus ikhlas. &lt;/em&gt;How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetek's 6-week holiday is coming soon. I was seriously thinking of gathering Pretty Children and organise an outing to Sentosa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine the skimpy-licious fun (nudge2 to Amira) and other crazy things we would do! OKAY. Ahh bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how's Hannie coping with ________ now. Couldn't go out this entire week, Dad is at home. So I'm close to dying of boredom. Ho-hum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115544535397834544?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115544535397834544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115544535397834544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115544535397834544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115544535397834544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-is-afterall-another-boring-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115536143741006341</id><published>2006-08-12T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I motivated myself last night. And it helped.&lt;br /&gt;Last midnight I was craving hard for something, but it's beyond possible to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6C6 IS IT SO HARD TO GET IT.....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY LA KNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115536143741006341?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115536143741006341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115536143741006341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115536143741006341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115536143741006341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-motivated-myself-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115528075343385923</id><published>2006-08-11T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 1st month anniversary. I love you, Hero Bacin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hero Bacin a.k.a Gay Walrus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But your original nickname still stand out as syazWAN B E L O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No, HERO BACIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA to you. (tercopy Hannie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the 5-sec fireworks with Hero Bacin and his friends. Gerek. It was kecoh. His friends were so noisy, and merepek. Especially Lutfi, whose catchphrase is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nasib baik nenek aku lawa."&lt;/span&gt; And Ridhwan, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tong sampah.&lt;/span&gt; He ate everybody's leftovers. My kaya toast, Hero Bacin's nasi ayam goreng and fries. And others. But fireworks was mundane. It was disappointing. Oh that was on 8th august. Anyway, heck. Could see a bit though. After the fireworks we went to penin. Ate at BK and then they smoked. In the end everybody went home except for Hero Bacin and I. We lepak-ed all the way to 2 am. The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fahrul finally texted me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERGI HOLIDAY SIAH THAT BOY&lt;/span&gt;. tak ajak. Sheesh. What kind of brother he is. Chey I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this fateful day, Hero Bacin is having his prelims. Bodoh kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah. I want to study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh fuck my cat Joyah just vomitted on Younger Bro's homework. Holy cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115528075343385923?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115528075343385923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115528075343385923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115528075343385923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115528075343385923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-1st-month-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115502226376534675</id><published>2006-08-08T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a mini catch-up with both besties. Initially it was a plan to come down to Hannie's work place cos apparently she had something urgent to tell me. So I hurriedly went to Katong- super selekeh- in a t-shirt that has some chilli stains (evidence that I REALLY COOKED, cos I was frying sambal macaroni and obviously there are some chilli splatters everywhere), jeans, and slippers. Then I grabbed the purse and went out to take fourteen which took me like 25 minutes to reach there and I swear it was pure agony. Dahlah selekeh, macam nyonya. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the bus she told me everything. EVERY SINGLE THING. I was genuinely pissed off at someone. Like, totally. Then we picnic-ed in the bus, and met up with Mira, who waited for us for solid 45 minutes. HAHHAHAHA. Then we lepak-ed and updated each other regarding a hell lot of stuffs. And then Hannie needed the piddly diddly department urgent, so we scooted off to the nearest Alfiah, but in the end we ended up sharing sambal sotong! Hahahhaa, correct. Was feeling a little hungry so I shared rice with Mira and Hannie had the rice all to herself. And sambal sotong. Pure yummy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I was feeling very happy. Though it was a short meet-up, it was very fruitful. Hannie, Mira, thanks for making me smile macam a freak. Hahahhaa I likee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promised you girls home-made brownies kan? hahahhaa okay coming right up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115502226376534675?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115502226376534675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115502226376534675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115502226376534675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115502226376534675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-mini-catch-up-with-both-besties.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115485236989917330</id><published>2006-08-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many good things happened in one week. Like, meeting Hannie, a quick catch-up with Miraaa and a great night with Hero Bacin last night. We spent amazing hours just with each other, until unfortunately he got wasted and it was close to midnight so I sent him home, imagine me trying to keep him steady, it's like, pretty hard cos he was so heavy and furthermore, he shifted his entire balance on me. So I had to stop every now and then to re-adjust his position and tell him that everything is alright. He was in a really bad state that he was hallucinating and started talking trash and suddenly came to a halt and said that he loves me and started calling me 'sayang' over and over again. So I went home and checked on him again before I dozed off to sleep. And to my agony, he didn't sleep last night despite my repeated reminders to tell him to go to sleep, reason being.. okay I shall keep the reason to myself cos it's personal. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful night with Hero Bacin last night and a terrible day today. And I'm not complaining. This is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115485236989917330?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115485236989917330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115485236989917330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115485236989917330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115485236989917330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-many-good-things-happened-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115467777680209439</id><published>2006-08-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posh spice.                                • the-wreckage.blogspot.com • says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you comin with us later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oº°‘MARIYANAH‘°ºO                the groom's bride is a whore says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;noo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh spice.                                • the-wreckage.blogspot.com • says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;alaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh spice.                                • the-wreckage.blogspot.com • says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;one day i will kidnap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh spice.                                • the-wreckage.blogspot.com • says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kidnap u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh spice.                                • the-wreckage.blogspot.com • says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oº°‘MARIYANAH‘°ºO                the groom's bride is a whore says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YAYY ALRYTE BEBEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115467777680209439?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115467777680209439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115467777680209439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115467777680209439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115467777680209439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/posh-spice.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115467737080478805</id><published>2006-08-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National day holiday and school holiday are the big issue at home now. Mom and Dad are both contemplating on where to go. Dad suggested my aunt's place at Belakang Padang (somewhere in Indonesia. I liikkkeeeee~), Mom suggested KL. And then suddenly Mom suggested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GUNUNG LEDANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'MON EVERYBODY SCREAM WITH ME &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic mayn that place. I believe if we were to go there I will never stop smiling till I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying with Hero Bacin tomorrow. It has been exactly one week since I saw him. Bacin man. Other days, soccer la. dnt la. Last Tuesday he wanted me to go to Bugis with him to mend his dnt thing. Was watching Pop Inc and slacking like a queen. I malas la. Last minute also. But then I faced the consequences, and it served me right cos then, I'm missing him like hell. Torture siol, I was close to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedek seh. hahahhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115467737080478805?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115467737080478805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115467737080478805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115467737080478805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115467737080478805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-holiday-and-school.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115459361501339233</id><published>2006-08-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannie is a sotong. She was outside, and on the phone with me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;note; SHE CALLED ME USING HER HANDPHONE&lt;/span&gt;, and then after a few seconds of panic cos she couldn't find her wallet (which she found afterwards), she suddenly cringed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"WHERE'S MY HANDPHONE SIA?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave it to you to do your own comments.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY SAW IT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;THE TOYOTA SIENTA&lt;/span&gt;. IT'S AT MY HOUSE CARPARK. IT'S FUCKING HOT. HOT. HOT. IT IS AQUA-GREEN, AND IT'S FRIGGING SLICK. FUCK I WANT THAT CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Do that thang, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115459361501339233?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115459361501339233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115459361501339233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115459361501339233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115459361501339233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hannie-is-sotong.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115450244289121683</id><published>2006-08-02T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR TEN FAVOURITES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite colors&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite food: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sambal sotong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite movie: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i love anything i watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite sport: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite season:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; winter! i kemaruk snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream flavours: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cookies and cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite country: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;california! cos that country always have earthquakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite thing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR NINE CURRENTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;bored like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;powerpuff girls pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current desktop: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sis' pic with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current toe nails: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the nails haven't been clipped yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current time: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1453 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current annoyance: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;none. i'm a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;what time am i going out later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current songs:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; someday- flipsyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR EIGHT FIRST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first boyfriend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;syazwan. NOT Hero Bacin. it's the other syazwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first crush: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;dinie? NURULJANNA PLS DONT LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first movie:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; star wars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;when i was less than one year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lie: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;told mum i had remedial but i went somewhere else (what else is new?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first music: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genie in the bottle- christina aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first cry: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;29 dec 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUR SIX LAST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last drink: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;blackcurrant aloe vera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last crush: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my last crush is now my present boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last movie seen: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;fuck. i cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;some little kid calling for Younger Bro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;taufik batisah's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING &lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;powerpuff girls pyjamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;red bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;purple underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;wash the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hung the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;stuffed the remaining laundry into the dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;fold the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;then sort the laundry into respective cupboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HEAR RIGHT NOW&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;takkan melupakanmu- radja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;promiscuous girl- nelly furtado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i write sins not tragedies- panic! at the disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE THING I DO WHEN IM BORED&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;stare into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHO I WANT TO DO THIS&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nurul amira, siti hanisah, mohd amirool, syed mohd qamal, sharifah nadiah, nuruljanna marican, goh ammjays, fahrul, idayu, nur faridah ah blah blah blah la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115450244289121683?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115450244289121683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115450244289121683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115450244289121683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115450244289121683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-ten-favourites-favourite-colors.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115441803726051853</id><published>2006-08-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's take a trip to the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sense it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115441803726051853?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115441803726051853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115441803726051853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115441803726051853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115441803726051853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-take-trip-to-disco.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115433291102681803</id><published>2006-07-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lebih sexy, katakan TIDAK!"&lt;/span&gt; campaign yesterday. Was totally hilarious though. We were late, and I was on the way to her place, and it was raining. So I had to run in the rain, and I saw this maid, brisk walking with an umbrella, and she happened to turn to me, and she ran to me (I STILL DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HER) so I was like, "why is that maid smiling and running to me?" and on closer look it's my CUZZIE. OMFG. And the most surprising thing happened, right there, right in the rain, WE SCREAMED. WTF. And then we went very maknenek-y and ran all the way to her place with under the umbrella and then begged our favourite Pak Im to drive us to D'Marquee. Fortunately he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the event was ohkay. One mat came up to me and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You.. mata you lawa lah.."&lt;/span&gt; omfgwtfh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the MRT, there was a couple beside me, (an old uncle and a young auntie) who were very intimate, that old chi ko pek had his hands all over the young auntie, and I happened to saw his right hand touching a boobie of the young auntie. Mind you, they are a COUPLE, not another case of sexual harrassment. The auntie pulak, happen to enjoy what he was doing to her so she was giggling like a young girl and tending to his 'services'. Qamal, in case you were there, the couple was beside my cuzzie when we were in the MRT, REMEMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with beloved Cuzzie at the airport. Both of us were traumatised by what the old uncle did to her. So we sat at the viewing mall and studied. 5 minutes later, guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD UNCLE AND THE YOUNG AUNTIE CAME AND SAT BESIDE US. Like, omgwtf I thought the incident in the MRT was the last sight of them, but nooooo, they had to like, come to T1 viewing mall of ALL PLACES and sit RIGHT NEXT TO US!!!!!! HOW COINCIDENTAL IS THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know lah, that viewing mall is slightly deserted, so I don't need to explain what are the other things they did, just dropping a hint that their 'activities' got slightly worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE OLD UNCLE'S HAND SLID DOWN HER THIGH NEAR HER PUSSY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah that's all I'm telling you. Cuzzie and I were traumatised badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pranked Hero Bacin. Told him that I'm leaving for London in an hour's time, and that this is a surprise that I've been keeping from him, AND HE FELL FOR IT LAH. He suddenly kept quiet and in a low voice he asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What time are you going? And when are you coming back?"&lt;/span&gt; And guess what? He said he will call me back, and when he did, he was CHANGING and was rushing to the airport!!! I couldn't take it any longer and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm only bluffing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SCREAMED. LIKE, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY SCREAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed for five centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he mentioned about how his mind when blank when he finally processed the information. Like, totally blank. And duh, fucking surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYY.  ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115433291102681803?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115433291102681803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115433291102681803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115433291102681803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115433291102681803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-for-lebih-sexy-katakan-tidak.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115433150579727706</id><published>2006-07-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HARMONY ROCKZ / 22 JULY 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event ROCKZ. I was officially HANYUT. Just like AMMJAYS. BOTH OF US WERE HANYUT.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know the reasons why? NOW LET ME TELL YOU WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I kissed a guy who is NOT my boyfriend. (picture is with AMMJAYS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) I got a tattoo on my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_012.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I belong to a dead beat death noize gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_007.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4) We did &lt;i&gt;dirty dancing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_032.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) I became a whore to Huzairi and Yusri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_020.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) And Later I got proposed by both of them and I don't know who to choose, even though I already own the significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_022.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7) I chose Yusri and the rejection to Huzairi affected him so bad, he became like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_025.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8) I have an affair with my lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_016.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9) I know I'm playing with fire, literally and metaphorically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_026.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10) I affiliated with Tim to become original gangstas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_014.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas for Goh Ammjays, she became more super hanyut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) She felled a tree with her sultry looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_013.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) She vandalised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_010.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_009.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3) She got herself a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_034.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) She became a whore to THREE guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_021.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Just like me, she got proposed by Yusri and Huzairi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_028.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6) She crushed Bingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_015.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7) She got a flower from a mysterious sender, maybe Yusri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_031.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8) She got a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;numbers.. *winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_019.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;In the end Huzairi got severely affected by the rejections so he resorted to snake-charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/harmonyrockz_011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGSS ROCKZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115433150579727706?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115433150579727706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115433150579727706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115433150579727706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115433150579727706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/harmony-rockz-22-july-2006-event-rockz.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115410093075530284</id><published>2006-07-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a very happy girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering at CDC was ohkay. I love Goh Ammjays. She was wearing this long necklace and I love to pull it from her neck, in the other words, choke her. YAHAHAHAHAHA. I love that girl. And I got back my revenge by poking her boobies twice, cos she poked mine twice too at the Harmony Rockz event (oh oh will update about it once I get the pics!). YAYYYY. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evening till night was spent with Hero Bacin. Cherished every minute like savouring every taste of the finest chocolate slowly to the last bite. It was unbeatable. It felt like high school love. Ah. Puppy. Dog. Kitty. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Fahrul. Has been a week since I saw him. That little guy is nuts, I tell you. He loves making fun of me. Calling me short and mocking my laughter. If you're like reading this, I'll make it public that, bro, you're the bestest-est brother I've ever had even though you are like super mega irritating. From your darling sistah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll miss the besties. Hannie. Mira. Mal. Nad. Mirul. I have been going out with Hannie quite a number of times and it has been great. At least there's no cases of being drifted away from the girlfriends. Hannie, one day we must crash into Mira's and Nad's poly. Then kidnap both of them and bring them away. Yayy. But I don't think we can do the same to Mal. Cos we don't have the uniform. What else Mirul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha and I love Nurul Janna Marican. My only primary school friend that I'm currently closely keeping in touch with. She was the one who made the effort to continue staying in touch with the other primary school friends, you know. If not, I would have hardly remembered any of my friends in primary school. Aku respect sama kau, sistah. Jiwa kawan siol. Not like others, merely sending a few messages to me for a period of time then menghilang ke&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tak-tahu-mana&lt;/span&gt;.  No news. No berita. Chingg! HAHAHHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly my Sabby Cuzzie. I love that girl to bits. Always hyper, my partner who will sing 'Sinaran' loudly with me in the middle of the streets. And she loves the part when I sing, "...bagai mah&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;liiii&lt;/span&gt;-gai indah.." with an exaggerated 'liiiii'. Then she'll laugh like toot. Like no ending. Hahahhahaha crazy siol that cousin. But I like. Cos I fall into that category too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Life is so great, I can taste the sweetness and feel the tenderness of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115410093075530284?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115410093075530284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115410093075530284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115410093075530284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115410093075530284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-very-happy-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115406249770800553</id><published>2006-07-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYGIDDYGODDIE I FINALLY MET NURULJANNA MARICAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO HAPPY LIKE TOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at BK, then I saw this familiar face. So I was like, OMG JANNA. Slowly, I approached her, and when she saw me she studied my face for a while before going, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD.."&lt;/span&gt; then she stood up and we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREAMED&lt;/span&gt;, and we hugged each other so tightly while her friend went, "hooooooo kayyyy.." We were like, so excited, shrieking and screaming, while Hero Bacin was so embarassed and he immediately went out, pretending to make a call. Bacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT HAS BEEN LIKE, ALMOST 5 YEARS SINCE I MET YOU JANNA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))) see i'm smiling like a freak now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA that is the highlight of the week. The rest are unimportant. Dah, I'm going to take a nap now before going to the YA gathering at 4.30pm. HAPPY SIOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115406249770800553?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115406249770800553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115406249770800553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115406249770800553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115406249770800553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohmygiddygoddie-i-finally-met.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115347237168312070</id><published>2006-07-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days since my last update, yet a lot of things happened. At least five million of them. Good and bad. At one o'clock today I had bad news from the doc. Then at three o'clock today I received another bad news. But this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lumrah hidup&lt;/span&gt;. Life currently down the wheels now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not blog about the one o'clock news today cos it's personal and somehow, life-threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I went for the Singapore Idol spectacular show last Wednesday. It was a kick-ass. We supported Nurul aka NOODLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 347px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/46726a70.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 381px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/new.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 299px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/824dc6fd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Hannie is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 278px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/39a91536.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 278px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/4193489c.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 282px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/noodlepart2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different pictures at different locations. I'm the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'L'&lt;/span&gt;. Like Hannie said, I'm the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'LOSER'&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'LOVER'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whereas for her, being the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'E'&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'EGOISTIC'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Self-proclaimed pulak tu! Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 286px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/cc9f3ea2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiroool was pms-ing badly that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 286px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/c704a993.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraaa and Nadee yang berambut karat. But somehow the colour complements their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 290px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/dimpl.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stepping mamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 297px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/fall.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic was taken a second after Hannie and I lost our balance and fall (hence the gap on the right side of the pic). If you observe the pic carefully, Qamal was quite literally LOOKING DOWN ON US. Look at his face, I find it super cute man! Impromptu action caught on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 307px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d6bc9525.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 248px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/198e8082.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me got wasted. AH KIDDING. That jiajia drink isn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 483px; height: 322px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/getwastedpt2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Toyota WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ritz.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was full exact 24 hours since Hero Bacin responded to my sms. (I bet Hannie noticed it yesterday) I was on the verge of extreme paranoia when I got a call at three o'clock and it was the bf.  I nearly screamed but good thing I didn't. His phone was confiscated by the DM. He quite literally played with fire and got into five-million-foot-deep trouble with the school. I was close to tears when he told me what happened. Besides the discipline problem and blablabla which I obviously wouldn't type it out here cos it's between me and him, I just want him to know that whatever happens to him, I'll always stand by him and never ever leave his side. And I will keep closely to my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, bacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping instead with Hannie yesterday. I was a pure jakun at CS toilet. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;We both bought the same bra. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green diamond-studded-front-buckled bra&lt;/span&gt;. Front-buckle tau. Lagi it's diamond-studded okay! *winks* Kinky, yes I know. So girls, are you green with envy now?  And another black one. Others, we both bought the same jacket but of different colours, then oil blotters, bangles, fuck what else.. oh and my dream &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;le coq sportif green bag&lt;/span&gt; (aka bag ayam) that I've been eyeing for since last week! Happy like toot man. Hahahahehheehhehohhoohohohoh. Dah enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115347237168312070?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115347237168312070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115347237168312070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115347237168312070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115347237168312070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-days-since-my-last-update-yet-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115320365506901746</id><published>2006-07-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tagged by miraaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say 7 weird and random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;1. I can live on chocolates till the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. I baby-talked all cats I see.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got all shy and will contemplate on a lot of things (is this right? will doing it be a right thing? i don't want to appear eager/serious/happy.. etc) and then will keep quiet for the rest of the time when Hero Bacin is near even though he is my bf.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dream of dancing for MTV.&lt;br /&gt;5. I always check my tummy at least 10 times a day to make sure it's flat.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can cook! WHO SAYS I CAN'T?&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I am a persian cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Siti Hanisah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mohd Amirool&lt;br /&gt;3. Syed Mohd Qamal&lt;br /&gt;4. Sabby Cuzzie&lt;br /&gt;5. Sharifah Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;6. Nurul Janna&lt;br /&gt;7. WHOEVER WHO HAS A BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115320365506901746?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115320365506901746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115320365506901746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115320365506901746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115320365506901746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-tagged-by-miraaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115306236419892299</id><published>2006-07-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the way you pull me gently by my waist to bring me closer to you, then hold my hand and play with my fingers. I got all hot and shy and tried to divert the attention by pointing to a random car and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"EH look at that car! Odyssey/Matrix/Trajet/Merc ah! Handsome siah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, these little things seriously drive me wild in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the way you tilt your head to one side and stare deep into my eyes. I can practically hear my heart beat like a disco backing track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Bacin pls don't drive me crazy cos right now I am like, senyum2 like a gila woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH I'M CRAVING FOR &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT FUDGE&lt;/span&gt; SUNDAE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115306236419892299?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115306236419892299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115306236419892299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115306236419892299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115306236419892299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-way-you-pull-me-gently-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115306134389519250</id><published>2006-07-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to fall in love with BVLGARI! The scent is like, so, WOW seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so bloated now. Must be the medication. I THINKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so happy now. REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mom is fattening me up. (Imagine McSpicy, medium fries, an additional Filet-O-Fish, regular ice lemon tea and then more meals from KFC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm going to watch Singapore Idol LIVE with Pretty Children + Nadee this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My hair has been behaving itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115306134389519250?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115306134389519250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115306134389519250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115306134389519250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115306134389519250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-beginning-to-fall-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115294786151734254</id><published>2006-07-15T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 574px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/HarmonyRockzAd-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATE: 22 July 2006 (saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VENUE: Orchard Atrium (Plaza Singapura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: 3 Onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE COME to support our dear Ammjays and for her sake too. And if you come and you see her, come up to her and say, "HELLO MEIJUAN" and you will receive a big hug from her as a complimentary gift cos you came down all the way from home just to meet this sexy bitch. Like she said, no hello meijuan no hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem ahem by the way I'll be there too, like OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you see me please come up to me and say, "HELLO MARIA", and not only you will receive a big hug from me but also AHEM AHEM I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISS YOU&lt;/span&gt; so you better come and say hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHHAA AMMJAYS DAHLAH DON'T CRY LAH. hehs.&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a boring afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis went off as early as 5 am for the one-day trip to Batam with her colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas the rest of the family just went off to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;AND I'M ALONE AT HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the happy news is, the knight in shining armour will come and rescue me from this Valley Of Boredom in the evening, after his soccer match. Around like, 6 to 7 pm!? THAT WILL BE LIKE, in 4 hours time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please tell me what I am going to do to kill the time. Hero Bacin is sleeping now (recharging his energy for the soccer match later lah tu) and I'm like, so bored. I'm like going to die of boredom really soon even though it is physiologically impossible for a human to die of boredom or embarassment. But maybe this time I will prove science wrong. AH AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking crap la cos I haven't been sleeping so much lately and I've been eating food that contain 748532575205432573204864352 calories for every minute of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is dark cos I overlapped sis' blanket over the curtain (too soon I know) and I fear if Mom or Dad will think that I'm into some black metal thingy that transforms me into a goth cos apparently Mom found out about the cuffs and she observed that I no longer used those colourful eyeshadows for my eye makeups but instead I degrade to a black eyeliner which I use to draw thick lines around my eyes, above eyelids lah, below the eyes la, in return, resembled a goth/punkrock and she started giving me the unnecessary 2-hour lecture about Islam and how they forbid these Satanic-worshipping thingy. But if only she knew that I DIDN'T EVEN GET MYSELF INVOLVED IN THIS BLACK/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; METAL or plastic shit or whatsoever la. I don't know which is weirder, my sudden transform or Mom who suddenly took particular about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that aside, I can't believe that somebody called me a player. Now what is wrong with everybody!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeshie. I'm going to drown my temporary sorrows into a book. Toods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me to a land where it's only you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115294786151734254?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115294786151734254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115294786151734254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115294786151734254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115294786151734254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/date-22-july-2006-saturday-venue.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115287511480226206</id><published>2006-07-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:48.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I overdosed on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chipsmore's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Double Choc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and now I'm feeling dead sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115287511480226206?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115287511480226206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115287511480226206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115287511480226206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115287511480226206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-overdosed-on-chipsmores-double-choc.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115286756084562969</id><published>2006-07-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a night I would never forget. Ever.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing could ever beat the quality time spent with the sweet boyfriend last night. The crazy-ness, the idiot-ness, the belo-ness, the bacin-ness (he was from school) and the manja-ness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannie came to my place to fetch me (aww that sweet darling! thankies!) and then we cabot off to Tamp, sneaky hidey from any familiar eyes, and then jalan tak straight! Got belok-belok, went to LJS to makan where I thought I was like, being so noisy and laughing out so loud, hahahaha simply because I miss Hannie so much and I haven't been like, talking to any of my girlfriend for the past 274357145931 centuries! I was missing out on Miraa too but she was so far at WOODLANDS! GRRRRRR dear Singapore please move Republic Poly to the east side pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD SOOOO FINALLY we went to the gym, ONLY TO BE DISAPPOINTED at the massive crowd and at least 5 billion hunks working out on the treadmill (oh yumms). So we left the gym and contemplated on going to the swimming complex instead, but the problem was we didn't bring the swimming suits and I was jokingly deciding to strip right to our undies which in some way or another resemble a bikini buttttttttttt unfortunately our undies doesn't look like the bikini-bikini type so I think we had to blank the whole idea out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the staircase of the gym,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannie; Haizz.. so how?&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me; GO YOUR HOUSE LEPAK AH.&lt;br /&gt;Hannie; AH CAN AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked all the way to Hannie's house, only to disappoint Miraaa cos at last we didn't meet up but I'm looking on the brighter side cos I believe we will meet up meet up meet up next week and I don't freaking care. HAHHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we reached Hannie's place, Hannie ran straight into her room to what-you-call-that, OH mengubat rindu pada her hamsters! She even baby-talked them! OHMYGIDDYGODDY. Okay lah that shouldn't be a huge problem cos I baby-talked both of my newly-named cats ANGUS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pronounced as ANGG-GOOSE) &lt;/span&gt;AND ANAK! oooo purrrrrrrr angus! myyyy baby siti anakk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN WE TOOK A SHOWER. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which later we went downstairs to survey FISHES cos Hannie IS GOING TO GET ONE SOON. I can assure you in the next minute her house will be a miniature zoo cos she practically wants every animal in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, above all the fun, Hero Bacin was having night study at school which was compulsory only for his class till 10pm. TEN FREAKING PM. So I insisted on fetching him after the night study, which he agreed. Yayy. But it came out to be an even more good news for me when it ended 1 hr 15 mins earlier. So I was rushing to the interchange and boarded the bus down to Simei and I was one minute earlier than him! HAH. He was obviously in his school uniform (which he concealed the top with a sweater) and got me laughing all the way from the bus stop to where we sat down. He was like, "i sabar je.." all the way but my laughter got even worse. Hhahahahhahahahahha so I told him to remove the sweater but he refused. So I went like, "Dahlah I already know lah you're from Temasek Secondary, don't try to hide the fact. Dah take it off. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHHAAHAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked about everything under the &lt;s&gt;sun&lt;/s&gt; moon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di bawah pepohon menyusuri angin bayu malam yang menenangkan.&lt;/span&gt; Ahhh romantic lah tu, furthermore yesterday night was malam jumaat. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was racing all night. He got me like, so weak at my knees and I think my adrenaline factory kinda overworked cos I had adrenaline rushes all over, every minute and I couldn't escape the fact that I couldn't meet him in the eyes. It all felt like first love. Am I considered lucky? To the fact that I was rescued by my knight in shining armour &lt;s&gt;from Gunung Ledang&lt;/s&gt;. HAHHAHAHHAHAA OKAY SCRATCH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Angus is sleeping in his cutiehottiegorgeyfabby 'sphinx' position on top of the PC and I swear he looks so cute that if he were a human I would have screwed him up right here right now at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh freak now I'm craving for something hot and spicy. NOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Sis will be off to the one-day tour at Batam tomorrow, AND OH OH she'll be away for an 8-day course this Monday which MEANNSSSSS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will not clean up her mess! (her tudungs are everywhere in the room almost every single day!)&lt;br /&gt;4) I can own the room all to myself!&lt;br /&gt;3) I can lock the door at any time I want!&lt;br /&gt;2) I HAVE THE BIG BED ALL BY MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I CAN OVERLAP THE CURTAIN WITH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; BLANKET which she don't like cos I'm using her beloved blanket (the purpose is to darken my room) &lt;-- the main priority     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAYYY LIFE IS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamanya kan kujaga dirimu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;seperti kapas putih di hatiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;takkan kubuat noda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115286756084562969?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115286756084562969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115286756084562969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115286756084562969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115286756084562969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-night-i-would-never-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115272136014714255</id><published>2006-07-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannie is a happy whore today cos she got herself two hamsters named Ash and Sam, both genders undefined, hence the bisexual names, please spare the thought that both hamsters are only two weeks old. HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out shopping at NTUC today like Ah Mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the gym and swimming tomorrow evening. YEAHHIE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"...so long puteriku yg i sygkn more den anytg in the world.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes little phrases like this can like, totally make your day, or enough to drive you nuts. I sayang you too, my Hero Bacin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Every little thing you do is tragic, all my life, oh was magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115272136014714255?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115272136014714255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115272136014714255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115272136014714255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115272136014714255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/hannie-is-happy-whore-today-cos-she.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115269384511814660</id><published>2006-07-12T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hero Bacin is ending school today at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going out at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Aahhhhhhhhhhh bacin! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He better make me happy tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean the world to me. 110706.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115269384511814660?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115269384511814660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115269384511814660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115269384511814660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115269384511814660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/hero-bacin-is-ending-school-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115261221573775848</id><published>2006-07-11T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Syazwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Hero Bacin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm his Puteri Belo.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleventh`july-2006.&lt;br /&gt;00:04hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I lost you once and I'll never wanna lose you again.." -Hero Bacin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115261221573775848?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115261221573775848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115261221573775848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115261221573775848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115261221573775848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/syazwan.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115253036889692578</id><published>2006-07-10T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GIRLS NITE OUT CUM REUNION OF THE GIRLS CUM GOOD HAIR DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me waiting for Sharifah Nadiah, Nurul Amira and Siti Hanisah for freaking 20 minutes! (or I think it's more) I nearly dozed off at the staircase with a lot of aunties and kids and particularly MATS walking past me. BNBCCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so we went to get a bottle of 1.5 litres iced lemon tea and the moment we reached Mira's home, we attacked her kitchen (ritual) and the old moments were like, relived, like a dejavu, cos each time Hannie and I come over to Mira's place, Hannie will take charge of the food whereas I do the drinks then Mira will set up the fan and table. Nostalgic seh. So we had yummy sambal tumis udang with this yummy beef dish and iced lemon tea. OH FUG YUMMMY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we did the main highlight of the day, to dye Mira's and Nadee's hair! So they dyed like, bloody red (from what I see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 446px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/616a2433.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira and Nadee's pretty solid asses (which got groped by me, obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 442px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d54ee54f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannie the hair stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 437px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/b22268dc.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 465px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/fbbf2fe8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Nadee's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/dc804357.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadee is shyyy like hermit crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 456px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/3295a3fe.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak malu again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 336px; height: 449px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/8aeb75ab.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira waiting for her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 461px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/7ce21d3f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 465px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/a402fac2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nadee, I know you can't wait to use the conditioner to see the overall result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 472px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ffad9853.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 452px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ba726aeb.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Nadee, suker nyer! HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 458px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/eb9b558f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I camwhored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 449px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/7ef4b2e3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 446px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/39929efd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 422px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/71e5067f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 457px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d1fd6392.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 472px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/961df845.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 454px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2d757c37.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THESE GIRLS. Love you love you love you damn much la okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;And Miraaa's parents sent us back home in MY DREAM CAR!!!!!! I was being apure ultimate jakun when I was inside the Toyota WISH. It was so rabak to the extend that I had to hold myself back from kissing the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP FAMILY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total BBLLLLLLLLASSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! (I realise that I keep using this exact sentence) Met up with Malmal, Miroool and Miraaaa pretty late cos ahem ahem. OKAY. We were like forming ourselves like choo-choo train and selit-menyelit in between the crowds to get to the front. All in the midst of blood, sweat and tears. CHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 562px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ac568095.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.T.R.I.B.U.T.I.O.N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/86e5bd66.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh Nadee suker that red bang bang thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 490px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/bbd92b3b.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2ce630d6.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miroool, Nadee and Hannie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/3e7e44fc.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lawa lah Miraaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/9728e224.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadee is having multiple orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/3f1c6655.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadee and Hannie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 430px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/3b610458.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh hahahaaaahahahahahha funny siah my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/cdc4a38d.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is so __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/9fef7db3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/47b6d928b3127cce98548a0040480000001.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/63d76167.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one as well. Enough said, I love girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/32f7c666.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira's face so cantik. Mintak my kiss again right. HAHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d08ebb6f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This NS GUY is Hannie's temporary crush for 2 hours. And when I took a look closely, he looked just like MY DAD. OF ALL PEOPLE. NOW OBSERVE CAREFULLY..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture below is my genuine DAD.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/abahhh.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH that's my dad. And the similarities between my dad and that NS guy was so exact! FREAKY MAN. GO AND SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 444px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/fb94154f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This motivator looked EXACTLY like Syazwan sia! The similarities were like, so exact and I was practically staring hard at him. And I texted the genuine Syazwan, and all I got to know was he was actually at home, sleeping. HAH so that was the faux one. But this faux one was like, totally hot seh. His body was like, so solid, so sexy when he was dancing, the good thing was that he was always seen dancing, so this was my ultimate privelege. Mmmmm.. And not to mention that he danced so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nadee, Amiroool, Hannie, MIRAAA AND MALMAL (ESPECIALLY THIS TWO) had to like, embarass me by calling and signalling to that motivator and kept pointing at me so I had to hide in between Hannie's legs. To the extent that that motivator kept sneaking glances at my direction. TO THAT EXTENT!! OHMYGIDDYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/f1ee3519.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2b8e0211.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/b109f08e.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/f92d248c.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THAT IS HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/e19d01eb.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade contigent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/4fe838eb.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/d4a63326.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightey lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2dbd5524.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/c3106861.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can cut the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/8b5aa5fc.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 438px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/966e7c15.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went makan at Kampong Eden (controversial name) at Tamp. Had to blah at 1045 pm cos it was kinda late and also to avoid Mom's opening speech when I get home. Luckily on the way home Syazwan called me so we were talking on the phone all the way till I got back home safe and sound. If not I will have a lonely journey home, which I completely dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, terubat sudah rindu ku pada Nadee, Miraaa, Hannie, Malmal and Miroool cos it has been so long since we met and I must admit I had a hella great good gorgey fabby time with all of you. Not to mention the horny night we had, singing 'Lose My Breath', enjoying solely on the part where we sang, ".. make me lose my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UH-HAH-UH-HAH&lt;/span&gt;", trying to mock the breathless sound but obviously it didn't turn out good cos I sounded like a toad gasping for breath, and then sang, "I'M TOO SEXY FOR MY SHIRT TOO SEXY TOO SEXY FOR ME" and Miraaa went completely overload by going on to everybody, wrapping her babaty arm around our necks and then with a low voice she said, "Baby d'you want to have fun tonightttt......" but in the end she sounded like a transsexual so we didn't got turned on at all, except for NADEE, she was so turned on, she exchanged flying kisses with Miraaaa and they got so horny that night. How contradicting cos Miraaa said that only mine and Miroool's punches got spiked, but her drink was spiked even more. HAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 457px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/640cdf1f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/a5769dcb.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 458px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ef3b903f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all on Friday night and Saturday respectively. On Sunday I had the Gunung Ledang gathering (which somehow I was looking forward to) at 5 pm, but I was out the whole day before the gathering, so I was like, so panicky and rushing home at 3.30 pm and on the way back home some shit had to happen. I had to blame it on PMS cos I was feeling so sensitive and it was making it even worse. My friend, Nad was blaming me for the spilled secret and I got so intimidated and I was feeling so insecure cos I don't even know what the holy fuck happened. So I called Syazwan and questioned him whether he said anything about Nad to his bestie, Hakim. He denied and told me to talk to Hakim, so I was practically interrogating him, and he told me that he went to meet the goddamn fucker earlier and that fucker told him everything that happened between him and Nad, so technically I AM NOT IN THE WRONG but somehow the tale was twisted cos they put me in the picture. So I called Nad and surprisingly she was so happy and told me that everything's fine and okay, but it was too late cos I was crying in the bus, and to rub it in, some kaypoh makciks had to like, sit beside me of all places and they were staring at me and whispering, I could hear whispers behind me the moment I left my seat. Then Hakim was like, "Eh dah kau jangan nangis ar.. jangan macam gini.." But please don't mention the word 'cry' in either language cos it will make me cry even more. Then I told him that I'm not going for the gathering cos of this shit and I put down the phone. Minutes later Syazwan called me and consoled me, with Hakim's voice in the background saying, "Pergi la, Wan tunggu kau tau.." I was holding a stifle. And my face turned scarlet. So Syazwan asked me to go to the gathering with him. At that point of time I nearly want to run back home cos the clock was ticking close to 4pm. And I had to meet up with him in like, half an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was raining so I purposely walked in the rain and cried my eyes out. (even though the whole ordeal was over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up pretty late and reached there at about 5.30 pm. Watched the video that they made out of the pictures that they took during the expedition, and Syazwan's pics came out a lot, all the belo bacin poses and he blamed them on his high fever. Bacin siah that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gathering we had jamuan at Mak's Place where they reserved an air-conditioned room and buffet for us! Like seriously, how great is that. I had a good time talking to the female participants and somehow we bonded together as one. And came one part whereby the kakak asked me where do I wanna go after my o's. So I answered truthfully, "To a poly in nursing course." They were all dumbfounded. And one of them said, "You don't look like the nursey-nursey kind. Honestly you look like you're the SIA kind of person, the stewardess-stewardess kind.." I nearly fell off my chair when another one had to add, "..cos of your looks and you're tall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck what in the name of Hannie's turquoise bra are they talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the gathering ended pretty well, we exchanged email adds and I ordered the expedition vcd (cos there were a lot of my pics) and on the way home another shit had to happen, which I won't wanna elaborate cos it's too complexed. I bid Syazwan and Nad and her sister goodbye (NAD WENT TO PLAY POOL WITH FIKRI AND FARIS SIAH) and was literally stomping on the way back home, whining like fuck and then dumping my phone on my bed, cos I know my message will be left unreplied. Honestly I was a feeling a bit bitter that night until at night, my waiting was worth it cos Syazwan finally messaged me. But he sounded so cold, just like few hours ago when I bid him goodbye, and then he called me. There was like, a growing tension and I asked him on why he was like being so distant and I know there's something troubling him. But he refused to tell me so I had to poke him further by telling him that he was never this way and blah. Then he admitted that he wanted to ask me something, but seeing me enjoying my time with my friends, he had to hold it back cos apparently he didn't wanna bother me. But the minutes of seriousness was only temporary for for the next hour, 3/4 of the conversation was solely our laughter and jokes and we reminisced about the Gunung Ledang expedition to his belo-ness when he was at Asian Civilisation Museum. Okay I know this was pretty lame but heck! But the time passed like, pretty fast cos the next thing I knew, it was already 1 am and I insist that he go to sleep cos he have school the following day, but that boy refused and refused and I had to force him to sleep and luckily his hp batt went low so we finally put down the phone. And he texted me later, saying that he will ask me the question the following day. So I'm quite technically waiting for tonight to come, to know what the hell was on his mind, cos curiousity is literally killing &lt;s&gt;the cat&lt;/s&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I'm like letting 542917519845483215 cats out of the bag now. But heck I need to let this burden off my shoulder. Now I'm feeling so light. Ha di ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tonight, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Always on my mind, I think I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115253036889692578?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115253036889692578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115253036889692578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115253036889692578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115253036889692578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-nite-out-cum-reunion-of-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115245921329798839</id><published>2006-07-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AWAITING SURPRISES COMING UP IN 20 MINS.&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TOUCH THE REMOTE CONTROL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115245921329798839?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115245921329798839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115245921329798839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115245921329798839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115245921329798839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/awaiting-surprises-coming-up-in-20.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115234160459959405</id><published>2006-07-08T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the time when suddenly massive irritation starts to kick in and I'm feeling helplessly angry for no reason. I need a remedy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My remedy is tomorrow. And the full package comes with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows why.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;He who creates a smile on my face shall be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115234160459959405?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115234160459959405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115234160459959405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115234160459959405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115234160459959405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-time-when-suddenly-massive.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115228328641926661</id><published>2006-07-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging on Nurul Amira's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, GIRL'S NITE OUT WAS TOTALLY KICK-ASS.&lt;br /&gt;THANKIES to Nurul Amira, Sharifah Nadiah and Siti Hanisah for FINALLY MAKING MY DAY after some shit happened in the afternoon. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/2d757c37.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more sooooon with pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I'm going to the NDP family day tomorrow with Pretty Children + Sharifah Nadiah! ((: Happy siaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115228328641926661?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115228328641926661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115228328641926661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115228328641926661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115228328641926661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-blogging-on-nurul-amiras-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115218011090183264</id><published>2006-07-06T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With tears in his eyes, he held my hand and gave the last kiss. Something that I would never forget, afterall I broke his heart, putting all to an end to the 15-month relationship. I was 1/4 close to tears but obviously my ego held me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one didn't blame me for the sudden dumping. He insisted that we become friends after the ordeal, which I find no problem doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, dealing with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt; singlehood, I'm feeling pretty fine and contented. Surprisingly, I hadn't shed any tear till this hour, isn't the reason obvious, I'm not feeling sad. No I don't find that cruel, cos I did not play with their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O BLIMEY O' REILLY. I was appointed as the publicity chairman for the amazing race and I have not found any sub-com for my position YET and I have to do it by 10th July! OMG 10TH JULY. MIRAAA AND HANNIE, ARE YOU THINKING WHAT I'M THINKING!? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA ohmygiddygod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. NOW. Oh btw, I had a gooooood dream last night. It was so real. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115218011090183264?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115218011090183264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115218011090183264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115218011090183264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115218011090183264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-tears-in-his-eyes-he-held-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115217935200775560</id><published>2006-07-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crikey. I broke 2 hearts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115217935200775560?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115217935200775560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115217935200775560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115217935200775560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115217935200775560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/crikey.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115207311259005764</id><published>2006-07-05T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JAMIYAH CARNIVAL 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blah but Cuzzie managed to pull me out from the Valley of Boredom. We spent almost 20 bucks on food and 3 bucks on this dart game, I challenged Cuzzie to strike 3 balloons and she went so confident mama that she could, but at last she striked only one balloon, which I laughed like mad soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the performance and when the emcee said that Taufik Batisah will be performing, I gasped loudly even before my brain could process the information, which in return resulted in massive humiliation because to my surprise, nobody actually cheered or screamed (referring to teenage girlies) and the makciks in front of me turned to me and stared at me cos apparently I was the ketinggalan-one who still supported Taufik at this era whereby the 2nd season of Singapore Idol is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a performance by this infamous 17-year-old girl. Even before her 2nd performance, I was yawning like fuck. So during her 2nd performance, she needed 3 people from the floor to come up to the stage to dance with her to the song 'Pudar' by Rossa. And to my huge horror, the emcee actually draggeeeeddd me from my seat to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; COME UP TO THE STAGE TO DANCE&lt;/span&gt;. I was like, ohmygiddygodholyfuck so I had no choice and my knees went weak. NORMALLY I would be so up to it to this kind of thing but not that day cos I was like, overshadowed by the other 2 people because I was only dressed in t-shirt and jeans and SLIPPERS (come to think of it!) and NOOOOO MAKE UP and my face looked terribly pale! So I was like, feeling so low so I just swayed side to side to the fast song even though I was mentally dancing to the dance steps that I had in mind. MALU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on leaving soon after the embarassing 3-minute of fame, but there was a lucky draw and I couldn't resist it. So we stayed, Cuzzie and I holding 6 tickets each, which makes 12, and the possibility of winning is high cos inside the lucky draw box, you can practically count the number of tickets inside. So we held our hopes high but to my giddy surprise, the numbers aren't even close to ours! So at the 16th prize, (which they paused and moved on to the next performance) Cuzzie was fuming mad and she insisted that we leave the place at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 236px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/42bd4f7f.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crazy Cuzzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is going to be random. I was thinking about first dates. Typically, couples on their first date will go and catch a movie, then a dinner and blah blah blah. It's like, so secondary school. So I recalled back my first dates and reminisced the first date with Tim, we were planning to catch a movie but the movies were like so blah, so we went to ECP to slack. Strolled by the beach (and both of us were so totally out of the line cos we were quite formal compared to the people at the beach who were clad in bikinis and loose t-shirts and shorts) Tim was wearing this t-shirt and loose jacket and jeans and sneakers while I was wearing this turtleneck and long skirt and sneakers, so we were a bit embarassed but heck. So we crossed this stone thingy and kept calling the giant stone a whale cos it looked like as if it was "eating" the rubbish which were swept nearby. So we went back cos it was hot and we went to McCafe and sat down with double chocolate smoothie and a log cake (yum) which we shared and we talked and talked and talked. I was completely happy and enjoyed every minute we had cos the atmosphere was like, so friendly and warm, I was comfortable with it. He was one funny guy. And he was my "husband" back in SYA camp last year. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/SYA-s/kookoo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN CONVO WITH AMMJAYS.&lt;br /&gt;BLUE is ME.&lt;br /&gt;GREEN is AMMJAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO                         AMIRA, NADEE AND HANNIE CAN'T WAIT TO SCREW ME ON FRIDAY. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;22ND JULY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO                         AMIRA, NADEE AND HANNIE CAN'T WAIT TO SCREW ME ON FRIDAY. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m e i  j u a n ; __[JR]²__              i write sins not tragedies says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you egg-cited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO                         AMIRA, NADEE AND HANNIE CAN'T WAIT TO SCREW ME ON FRIDAY. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm ovary-cited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMMJAYS I WILL PROMISE YOU ON 22ND JULY WE SHALL GO NUTS. (when we already are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/8f1c7265.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That darling Ammjays and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went out with Siddiq who was being a massive irritant cos he never failed to irritate the hell out of me for every minute of the time. Was quite irritating la but had to endure.  At night I spilled out everything, every problem in my mind to him and was close to tears but obviously I hold it back so that my ego is secured and he was like, consoling me to death but he knew I won't listen cos I'm me being me. Ha di ha. At that moment I just want my besties and hug both Nurul Amira and Siti Hanisah cos I know both of them are always there for me. Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/cc5e7816.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siddiq the Irritant and the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this Friday. Girls night out. ((: Or technically, a night where I'm gonna lost my virginity to 3 girls. NADEE, AMIRA AND HANNIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/SPEECHDAY14.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah Nadiah a.k.a NADEE, a girl who always have multiple orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/f7fb8de8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" height="300" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both of my besties. Had to blur out my face cos the expression is so genuinely buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night went to meet Cuzzie and over to her place to meet Embah. I so missed her so much that I felt guilty for coming over quite late (for her) cos she is going to sleep. And I wished Ibu a happy birthday and kissed her on her cheek and ate a slice of the cream cake which is a total yummylicious and I like I like I like. And then Syazwan called me and he was at Al-Ghufran, which is so near to Cuzzie's place so he came over to the next block with his friends and we lepak-ed all the way to 12 am. Was so hilarious la cos I was being fooled like fuck; Hakim was like, "Ehh, kereta la!" so I looked at where he was pointing and I was being laughed at cos they went like, "Ah ni nampak sah tak pernah nampak kereta." KNNCCB. hahhaa. So when we left, I was quite scared cos at that time, obviously it will be the last bus and the freaking bus refused to wait for me even when I was inches away from the bus stop. So when I was waiting, (it was almost a century) I kept thinking that that bus was the last bus untillll I saw a brightly-lit double-deck 17 (GODSEND!) approaching so I leapt off from my seat and bid them goodbye and went home but I COULD NOT SLEEP so I tossed around and fumbled like fuck and the kittycats were all over me, manja2 and ha di ha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ed2f6c7e.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazwan. The one who is third from the left, isn't he obvious cos he's the only one with the artificially-brown hair? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT?&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;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Chipmore's Limited Edition 'Rainbow Treats'. Oh more like I'm hooked to Chipsmore now. Bought two packs today at NTUC. YAHOOHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115207311259005764?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115207311259005764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115207311259005764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115207311259005764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115207311259005764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/jamiyah-carnival-2006-it-was-blah-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/SYA-s/th_kookoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14977154.post-115190654447726140</id><published>2006-07-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone is horny today. Especially Nurul Amira and Sharifah Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from MSN convo with Nurul Amira.&lt;br /&gt;Blue is ME.&lt;br /&gt;Black is HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;amira i know you missed me like fuck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;hahhaha i know you cannot wait to see me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;((:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;·!¦[· my§t¡Ç_m|raa ·]¦!·&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;obsessed with you. says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;·!¦[· my§t¡Ç_m|raa ·]¦!·&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;obsessed with you. says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;YES YES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;amira rindu i.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;hahhahahaa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;·!¦[· my§t¡Ç_m|raa ·]¦!·&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;obsessed with you. says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;I CANT WAIT TO FUCK U UPSIDE DOWN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;·!¦[· my§t¡Ç_m|raa ·]¦!·&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;obsessed with you. says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;ahhahahahhahahahahha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;OMFG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;I KNOW IT, COS FRM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;UR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt; NICK I KNOW.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;·!¦[· my§t¡Ç_m|raa ·]¦!·&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;obsessed with you. says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;anyway!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;"obsessed with you" &lt;-- OBSESSED WITH ME KAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from MSN convo with Sharifah Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;Blue is ME.&lt;br /&gt;Green is HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;• n ad ë e ×&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;' S&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;hey OH, listen what I say OH&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;` says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Nina; color: teal;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OK. WTF.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;• n ad ë e ×&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;' S&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;hey OH, listen what I say OH&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;` says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Nina; color: teal;"&gt;omg. i m horney now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;omg naddddd. i know you cant contain your horny-ness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;dont worry, i'm tight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;amira needs to rehighlight her hair. now maciam ah lian. HAHHAHA says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;; color: navy;"&gt;hahahha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;• n ad ë e ×&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;' S&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;hey OH, listen what I say OH&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;` says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Nina; color: teal;"&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! homg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);"&gt;• n ad ë e ×&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;' S&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;hey OH, listen what I say OH&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;` says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Nina; color: teal;"&gt;it been long since i talk abt horney-nessssssss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira, Hannie and Nadee, I know you girls can't wait to screw me this Friday. BE PATIENT KAY. HHAHAHHAAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The night of confessions, left me swooned by your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115190654447726140?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115190654447726140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115190654447726140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115190654447726140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115190654447726140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-is-horny-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115172997085743505</id><published>2006-07-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so twisted. Like my life has been thwarted the other way round.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCKIHATELIFEANYWAYWHATCANIDOABOUTIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY FIRST. WOOOHAHHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115172997085743505?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115172997085743505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115172997085743505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115172997085743505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115172997085743505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-so-twisted.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115167834211489897</id><published>2006-06-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The computer is so bodoh cos it refused to let me surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYY. Kak Yana conspired with Kak Nura to hide my mobile! I was searching for it like mad and keep asking Terence whether he had seen my mobile, and he said, "I don't know la Maria, where did you left it just now? Must be both of them who hide your phone lah." He pointed to Kak Yana and Kak Nura. BUTTTT Kak Yana was like, "I don't know. I didn't even see it. Call lah." So I dialled my number using the phone on the table butttt I didn't hear any ringtone in the background! So I fumbled through my bag and paced around to find my mobile and suddenly Kak Yana came forward with MY MOBILE in her hand and said, "Eh Maria, your phone looks like this eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Kak Yana and Kak Nura were laughing like mad. I told them that I was on the verge of crying. And she laughed till the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacre bloody bleu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hot fudge sundae with lots of oreo topping! OHMYGIDDYGOD I nearly died from chocolate overdose which I likkeeee~. I was quick enough to hop into the 7.18 pm bus service 14e (fourteen express) and got home in less than 10 minutes! (which usually takes me around 20 minutes to get back to Bedok when you take the normal 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of June, I was down with a slight overturned mood, so I drowned my sorrows into choc-o mocha chips, cheese Twisties, a bowl of Mee Siam with sambal overload (at this point of time I'm drooling), frozen milo, a bowl of Oreo O's, Koko Krunch and several hotdogs. So far, it helped a bit. Maybe I need more. MOREEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And body body, please get fat. Maybe I should write a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    With all the busload consumption of food, (junk food made up 80% of the total consumption), I hereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; plead, no BEGGGG, you to please store the fats so that my body grows horizontally wider, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND PLEASE STOP MAKING ME GROW TALLER COS I THINK I'M TOO TALL AND TOO SKINNY AND I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE AN ANOREXIC MODEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Please co-operate with me cos you're living in my body and without me &lt;s&gt;you &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't be able to do your daily duties&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are the elements that build me. Soooooo, please please grant my wish&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAKE ME FAT OKAYY &lt;/span&gt;YAHOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Owner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I HAVE THESE UNEXPLAINED FEELINGS REGARDING ____________.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to strangle myself with Amira's enormous black bra. NOW.&lt;br /&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/14977154-115167834211489897?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115167834211489897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115167834211489897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115167834211489897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115167834211489897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/computer-is-so-bodoh-cos-it-refused-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115142122308145835</id><published>2006-06-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLIMEY. I quite literally jumped out of my skin when my mobile beeped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115142122308145835?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115142122308145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115142122308145835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115142122308145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115142122308145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blimey_27.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115142101686716255</id><published>2006-06-27T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:45.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 98% done with my designs. Left with colouring and yahooooooooooo I can celebrate till the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking all day, regarding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some issue&lt;/span&gt;, am I just lucky or what!? I mean, crikey, this is more than what I expect, cos god bless me with such a beautiful thing. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so gorgey. So fabby. Sucha hottie. OOOOOHHH BLIMEY O' REILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play it from my hood, hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115142101686716255?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115142101686716255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115142101686716255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115142101686716255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115142101686716255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-98-done-with-my-designs.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115141252265251443</id><published>2006-06-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M SO STRESSED NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even done with the first design! And there are like, 2 more designs to do before the deadline which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My creative juices aren't flowing now! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEREFORE ART THOU!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115141252265251443?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115141252265251443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115141252265251443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115141252265251443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115141252265251443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/dammit-im-so-stressed-now-im-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115133547437157725</id><published>2006-06-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These adrenaline rushes kept kicking in. The excited spasms running down my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to appear to clingy. It's so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunkalicious is bliss. Hotness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115133547437157725?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115133547437157725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115133547437157725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115133547437157725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115133547437157725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-adrenaline-rushes-kept-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115130083995404874</id><published>2006-06-26T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was smiling like an idiot, and then ran to my room, locked the door and then jumped onto my bed, stuffed a pillow to my mouth and then squealed in delight like a happy child for the next 100 centuries, hoping the pillow did a good job in muffling the noise so that Mom or Dad won't hear anything (if not I have 7842750981542 pieces of explanation to do). Then I kicked my legs in bed while grinning from ear to ear, I thought I did all these like a young child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;infatuation&lt;/i&gt; had done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I caught you lurking around in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115130083995404874?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115130083995404874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115130083995404874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115130083995404874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115130083995404874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-smiling-like-idiot-and-then-ran_26.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115121954336507292</id><published>2006-06-25T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed this layout. BAH. Gonna fix it SOME OTHER TIME. Tooooo lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115121954336507292?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115121954336507292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115121954336507292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121954336507292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121954336507292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-screwed-this-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115121814798158426</id><published>2006-06-25T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Alfiah, my sister and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a group of emo-haired boys. Confirm signed, sealed and delivered from Indon. 100% original. I likee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMG that navy blue guy. Body-nyer delicious man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That guy. Confirm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big package&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh that guy in the emo-est hair. Fuckable lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OMGGGG that body. Look from behind. Hunky seh."&lt;br /&gt;"HE GOT A CUTE ASS."&lt;br /&gt;"I want to work out on that body. Mmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh bacin. Was a bit too high yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115121814798158426?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115121814798158426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115121814798158426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121814798158426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121814798158426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-alfiah-my-sister-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115121632262018589</id><published>2006-06-25T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to keep this somewhere private. Where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; won't know my innermost feelings. Cos all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; see is a false facade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;If they knew how misery loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115121632262018589?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115121632262018589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115121632262018589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121632262018589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115121632262018589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-to-keep-this-somewhere-private.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115104228761605218</id><published>2006-06-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe it as well. It was a big shock for me too.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless it made me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;I see magic in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I think right now, apart from you, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115104228761605218?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115104228761605218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115104228761605218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115104228761605218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115104228761605218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-couldnt-believe-it-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115087597775380217</id><published>2006-06-21T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ GET THIS THING STRAIGHT, I AM 1.65M TALL. NOT 1.7 OR 1.75M.&lt;br /&gt;+ I DON'T WEIGH 45 KG, I WEIGH MORE THAN 50KG, EVEN ABOVE 50.9999KG.&lt;br /&gt;+ I scoop up every single cat under the void deck and baby-talked them.&lt;br /&gt;+ I have an Ah-Lian hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;+ I have a laughter which sounded like the siren you hear when the MRT closes its door. (Doors closing, teet teet teet teet teet teet teet!)&lt;br /&gt;+ I eat chocolates more than rice.&lt;br /&gt;+ I never comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ That brown thingy with long feelers and hairy legs. (Just the name of it freaks me out)&lt;br /&gt;+ GOD is not a thing but I fear Him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;+ Death (the sequence to it)&lt;br /&gt;+ aha. acne. pimple.&lt;br /&gt;+ Red eye.&lt;br /&gt;+ Maths.&lt;br /&gt;+ Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#303030;"&gt;+ Takkan Melupakanmu- Radja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#303030;"&gt;+ I'll Light A Candle- Agnes Monica ft Keith Martin.&lt;br /&gt;+ Say I- Christina Millian.&lt;br /&gt;+ Buttons- Pussycat Dolls ft Snoop Dog.&lt;br /&gt;+ Abracadabra- Sugar Ray.&lt;br /&gt;+ Hips Don't Lie- Shakira ft Wyclef Jean.&lt;br /&gt;+ Can't Take My Eyes Off You- Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 THINGS I LIKE THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;+ Cats.&lt;br /&gt;+ Concealer.&lt;br /&gt;+ Nurul Amira Bte Nasir.&lt;br /&gt;+ Siti Hanisah Bte Hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;+ Mohd Amiroool Bin Nasir.&lt;br /&gt;+ Syed Mohd Qamal Bin Mohd Isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry guys cos you are categorized under 'things'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ BACIN!&lt;br /&gt;+ Oh my goddie.&lt;br /&gt;+ What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;+ Erh, HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;+ Irritating sia&lt;br /&gt;+ What the motherfucking hell?&lt;br /&gt;+ Don't be an irritating bastard, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7 PEOPLE TO DO THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Siti Hanisah Bte Hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;+ Nurul Amira Bte Nasir.&lt;br /&gt;+ Syed Mohd Qamal Bin Mohd Isa.&lt;br /&gt;+ Mohd Amiroool Bin Nasir.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sharifah Nadiah Bte Mohd Zin.&lt;br /&gt;+ Islianah Bte Abdul Rahman (Sis).&lt;br /&gt;+ Nur Sabirah Bte Sabawan (Cuzzie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is now learning the teenage lingo. She had already progressed so far, having words like, "mat", "minah", "step", "bacin", "peng arh", "darah naik", "slenge" and "belo".&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta have you, cos I need you, need to feel you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115087597775380217?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115087597775380217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115087597775380217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115087597775380217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115087597775380217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-random-facts-about-me-get-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115073213725293476</id><published>2006-06-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need support, not further criticism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115073213725293476?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115073213725293476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115073213725293476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115073213725293476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115073213725293476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-need-support-not-further.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115073120108377297</id><published>2006-06-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:44.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back here safe and sound. What accounts for today? My leg muscles were strained and I can barely walk straight. For once Mom actually ALLOWED me to sleep until afternoon, cos normally she'll be screaming at me to wake up even before the hour hand got close to 11 o'clock. So I woke up at around 2.30pm, if I'm not mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDDD. Another accident had to happen. My Baby Bro was playing on his scooter and was on the edge of the kitchen stairs, when I saved him from falling, I grabbed him from behind, but I tripped on his scooter and both of us were falling, my left side of the head rammed onto the sharp edge of the table and I laid there, motionless. I was groaning and cried like mad, Baby Bro was crying. He escaped with only a bruise on his forehead, but I had a nasty bruise on the side of my head (luckily NOTHING worse happened) and my left toe suffered from a bruise and I thinkkkkkkkkk it got salah urat (dislocation of the nerve). Initially my legs are already in pain, and this little toe had to give me more pain. I didn't admit this to Dad cos I KNOW he will definitely make me sit down for 2 hour plus to massage that little toe back to place and then make me immerse my entire foot into icy water that left me screaming in pain like a hooligan and I had to endure the pain for 15 minutes before I can pull back my foot and then, put it in back again. I know this will definitely happened, cos it happened before. Same thing, but that time was because a heavy stool landed right on my right toe. And it got bruised and I had to endure the torment. So when just now Dad said that my left toe got salah urat, I quickly denied and said, it's only a bruise and I can survive that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WALK AT ALL. Okay can la, but it'll take me more than 2 minute to walk of the end of the hall to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things had to happen in 2 days in a row. Ibarat sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, there's still time for camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed, in pain, when Brownie came up to me, and snuggled casually right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh see that handsome cat and the girl with a dumb face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie needs a waist to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love messy hair like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie7.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair shot #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie6.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I looked like Paul Twohill? EEEE I DON'T EVEN LIKE THAT GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweep your fringe properly to one side, Paul Twohill. Just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie14.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that, my dear Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you might wanna comb your fringe down PROPERLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie11.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie10.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/brownie9.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/mariyanah29/ea557927.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I seriously looked dumb and stupid. HAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHAHA yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah I wanna talk to my injured toe and cradle off to whatever-land. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Takkan Melupakanmu- Radja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115073120108377297?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115073120108377297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115073120108377297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115073120108377297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115073120108377297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-here-safe-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115043785381405916</id><published>2006-06-16T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:41.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving Singapore in approximately 6 hours time. YAHOOOO GUNUNG LEDANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Nurul Amira Bte Nasir, Siti Hanisah Bte Hamzah, Syed Mohd Qamal Bin Mohd Isa, Mohd Amiroool Bin Nasir and Sharifah Nadiah Bte Mohd Zin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(NADEE, you've got a new name)&lt;/span&gt; for all their continuous support while I'm in Singapore. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFH I sounded like I've won an award at Grammy's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going for like 3 days and there's like 7845123486456 degrees of exaggeration there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to Christina Millian's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SAY I"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115043785381405916?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115043785381405916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115043785381405916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115043785381405916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115043785381405916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-leaving-singapore-in-approximately.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115034086768004248</id><published>2006-06-15T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:41.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAMPFIRE ROCKED TOWARDS THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it was a blah, thus explained the clear boredom on my face till Raz, Fathima and Amirah were like, "Eh Maria, why you stone sia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amirah told me something that kinda made me wanna puke out my dinner but LOL it was hilarious indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one team did their performance and they played 'MY HUMPS'. And I saw Goh Ammjays standing with them and called me out to join her, which I did, and we were dancing like mad together with the team. And then the emcee dragged me rightttt infrontof the crowd and totally inches away from the fire to DANCE! OMFG THAT IS SO EMBARASSING. But seniors have to be upbeat so Ammjays and I danced wildly infront! HAHHAHA I HEARD CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the seniors which include me danced to Chori Chori and Lightning Grease, so freaking funny la. Esp Chori2, we danced like the one you watch in Hindi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, I'm off to meet my girls! WOOHOOOOO CAN'T WAIT SIA. IT'S HAS BEEN QUITE SOME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND TOMORROW I'M OFF TO GUNUNG LEDANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115034086768004248?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115034086768004248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115034086768004248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115034086768004248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115034086768004248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/campfire-rocked-towards-end.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115026239235319259</id><published>2006-06-14T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm off to the telematch and campfire at Nacli. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesranya bila kita berdua, bagai mahligai indah yg terbina di muka dunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115026239235319259?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115026239235319259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115026239235319259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115026239235319259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115026239235319259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</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-14977154.post-115021592227642037</id><published>2006-06-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:22:41.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HOPE THOSE LONG WALKS BUILD UP MUSCLES ON MY LONG LEGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks? Don't wonder any further. Went to Johor with Mom today to stock up groceries (actually only Ramli burger, pies, prata, Gram's mee and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapai) &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, and not forgetting Dunkin' Donuts. Was like practically walking all the way but not a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SMUGGLED CIGARETTES!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh fcuk you, you think I smoke!? It's my dad's. It was my first time and Mom was like, &lt;font&gt;"Sumbat je dalam beg kau, nanti kat custom buat muka sardin." HAHHAHA cos the maximum allowed is one pack of cigs per person but Mom bought three! So I carried one pack, and she carried the other one as well as the "illegal extra one". Luckily we didn't get caught when we did the luggage check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a stupid flu today. Imagine inhaling too much smoke, particularly cig smoke COS I'M ALLERGIC TO IT today including the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kotor&lt;/span&gt; and black carbon monoxide so now my nose is a flu machine. *tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Bugis, I ajak-ed mak to round at Bugis for a while to shop for shoes. I was in a moment of despair cos the shops doesn't have my size! AND I MEAN, ALL OF THEM. It's hard lah to shop for my size especially at these departmental stores cos I think they only manufacture footwears the sizes of dwarves. Oh poor unlucky to the giants like me cos I can't get the benefit to buy those cute cute footwears a.k.a cutesy slippers at a price as low as $3.90 or pretty pumps at only $9.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Shop In, and in desperation I called out to the shopkeeper, "Uncle, got any shoe size ____" (pls I won't disclose) So the uncle raised his eyebrow and smiled, "Okay I see first." So I waited for a moment and he came out with a box size ____ and opened it. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME IT'S SO PRETTY, by the way it's those glittery glittery manik manik slip ons which I've been eyeing for so when I slipped my maha-big foot inside, I KNEW I COULDN'T FIT IN IT. And he had to rub it in by saying, "This is the biggest size already." So I told Mum, "I don't care I'm so going to get a new pair of pumps before this Friday,  or worse still, if I couldn't find any, I shall be desperate and get slip-ons instead." Mom gave me the disapproving look which means we must get out from the shop a.s.a.p before her mouth starts to work like an overtime factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way back home when I was in a minute of depression, Mum told me, "Just continue wearing pumps, so that your foot size will maintain throughout the years cos it's enclosed, if you wear slip-ons, you feet tend to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kembang' &lt;/span&gt;and I tell you, you can never find any footwear for the rest of your life, considering now it's already difficult for you to buy ladies' footwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh mayn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, the whole family (minus Younger Bro and Younger Sis who were so engrossed with the computer) gathered together to eat ice jelly, so when Sis pulled out a chair, it was exceptionally heavy cos Blackie usually have this tendency to sleep there. So me being me who likes to nickname my cats with maciam-maciam merepek names, I just called out to Blackie by calling him, "Nurul..." and coo-ed the pussy&lt;s&gt;cat&lt;/s&gt;. So Dad went, "Ape Nurul?" OKAY SO THE REST OF US BURST OUT LAUGHING and I nearly spewed out the jelly from my mouth eeeee so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buruk&lt;/span&gt;. Then Sis was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Skejap2 panggil die Siti, skarang Nurul pulak."&lt;/span&gt; It was impromptu la, anyway I like to call Brownie by the name 'SITI'. I don't know but this is so ke-melayu-an.  Siti lah, Nurul lah. WTFH. Oh btw both Blackie and Brownie are male 9-year-old cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I was glad I empty-talked (berbual kosong) with Nurul Amira, she filled me with the happenings in her life, her CE thingy, it is so damn interesting! Apparently she's joining this SYF marching thingy to gain CE points! HAHA! Of all things, marching miraa!?!?! Nevermind if I got the chance this 1st July I'm coming down to watch her march. And laugh my way down till I'm on the ground beside her. I can imagine her standing straight with her big basoomas out and babat-y tummy in like the one at London with super-high hat and square moustache and red uniform with black pants and the gun pointing upwards. Okay there's a bit of exaggeration there. But nevertheless, it's pretty cool to be in uniform (at long last) and march. Like, so cool. And speaking about babat-y tummy, THIS FRIDAY AT TAMPINES SWIMMING COMPLEX KAY. Meet up with the rest of the jakun-s a.k.a Mohd Amiroool and Syed Mohd Qamal whom I heard sudah very jakun and can't wait to go to Tampines' new swimming complex so I'm joining your jakun club now. It's only time to heret Siti Hanisah now where have that girl with curly locks gone to!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man now I really miss that boy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple specs&lt;/span&gt; I wonder when can I see him again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand by me and never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14977154-115021592227642037?l=menazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/115021592227642037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14977154&amp;postID=115021592227642037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115021592227642037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14977154/posts/default/115021592227642037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menazzy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hope-those-long-walks-build-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mariyanah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827642597750707633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
