<?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-20388899</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:14:38.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAISAL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-1742816816631323243</id><published>2007-05-07T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rj6jXV7zNxI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ml_XMqKlkA/s1600-h/SANY3630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061662652631299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rj6jXV7zNxI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ml_XMqKlkA/s320/SANY3630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can feel the heat in my nose. i hate it when im sick. i got nose block and also bad cough. and just now, during geography paper, i slept till i drool on the paper. thank god that no one saw it. hahahaha, and i wasted one box of tissue paper since yesterday. i hope i pass my geography and maybe im not going school for physics paper tomorrow. "you need big rest", said the doctor. please, i want to get well, amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will be following mom and dad to Lavender to renew bro and my passport. guess what, they will be going to malaysia next month. and im trying hard to find reasons so i could actually stay at home. if i succeed, it will be a slumber party at my house. BEST. after renewing passport, will be going to nareeni's house with the schoolmates to watch the movie Jangan Pandang Belakang. well, its a very scary movie. and i can't wait to see it. okay, till here. much love readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;yes, im avoiding you ________.&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/20388899-1742816816631323243?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1742816816631323243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=1742816816631323243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1742816816631323243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1742816816631323243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-feel-heat-in-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rj6jXV7zNxI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ml_XMqKlkA/s72-c/SANY3630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-5416889515332811330</id><published>2007-05-04T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjsAoV7zNwI/AAAAAAAAALo/YRzvuuhlbqQ/s1600-h/oo..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060639299363616514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjsAoV7zNwI/AAAAAAAAALo/YRzvuuhlbqQ/s320/oo..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im down with sorethroat right now. and maybe, im having fever! please, i hate being sick! yesterday, i walked two kilometres home under the cold heavy rain as i missed the bustop. and i feel so stress-free when i did that. i think, that causes me to be so lethargic at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, had chemistry and mathematics paper one today. and i guess, i can pass my chemistry. all thanks to shasha as yesterday she helped to screw in chemistry formulaes and in fact everything that came out for the paper today. but as for mathematics paper one, i skipped around four to five questions. and maybe, i will fail badly for my paper one. and im effing scared. however, its not only me who thinks that way, in fact, the whole sec four normal acad kids says that too. i will be happy enough if i at least get a just pass for my paper one, insyallah. go faisal go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;during break, i saw her in the canteen with her group of friends. and i tried my best not to look. but i just can't, i did look at her and stare at her when she doesn't notice me. she's smiling from ear to ear and i can see that shes happy. thats good, i'll kill this feeling towards the girl called gadissekolahadalahcinta as soon as possible. and for sure, it takes time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-5416889515332811330?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5416889515332811330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=5416889515332811330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5416889515332811330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5416889515332811330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-down-with-sorethroat-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjsAoV7zNwI/AAAAAAAAALo/YRzvuuhlbqQ/s72-c/oo..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-50201045185905374</id><published>2007-05-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:12.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rjiijl7zNtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qb_S5eNnm6I/s1600-h/tak+la..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059972913712805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rjiijl7zNtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qb_S5eNnm6I/s320/tak+la..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its hard to look away, i don't know why i can't look away from you. i know, i will try hard to forget things. and, it takes time. thanks to those who had been helping me all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, english paper and malay paper was already over. and a few more papers to go. and i've been mugging hard this few days and as a result, i rarely online. my daily routine, after paper, went home and changed and off for mugging session till 10 pm. i really need to pass my mid year examination. insyallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, tomorrow is social studies paper and i will promise myself not to sleep, draw or do whatever nonsense on the paper. hopefully yeahh. and after that, maybe slack with schoolmates for awhile and off to punggol to meet shasha to mug for friday paper which is chemistry and maths. for your info, thats my worst nightmare. okay, till here. i need some beauty sleep. wahuahuaa, goodbye fellow readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;mengenangmu.&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/20388899-50201045185905374?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/50201045185905374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=50201045185905374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/50201045185905374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/50201045185905374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-hard-to-look-away-i-dont-know-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rjiijl7zNtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qb_S5eNnm6I/s72-c/tak+la..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-1164210401727756816</id><published>2007-04-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjWZU17zNsI/AAAAAAAAALA/5GHFC62y12A/s1600-h/frozen_scenery_by_akasleep[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059118339774953154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjWZU17zNsI/AAAAAAAAALA/5GHFC62y12A/s320/frozen_scenery_by_akasleep%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the very day, we sent songs to each other. and somehow, i felt so interested in knowing you more. day after day im so in love with everyday of my school life. and you make me wanna go to school always. and yeah, from there i came out of this gadissekolahadalahcinta phrase. and i know, it sounds so irritating and im pretty sorry. it was then the first time i feel that im really into someone. from friends, it turn out to crush and from crush, i fell in love. however, all of that change on 130307. you are not the one which i knew when you are back from overseas and we start to lose contact. but, im still happy as i can still see you in school and every friday nights. we only exchanged smile. and i still remember that you told me to hold on and stay there in your heart. and when i feel so fcuked up, i will always read your sweet messages and it will turn out to be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can see that you are avoiding me. and in that case, i should better avoid you too. maybe, i will change back to my old religious class as there's nothing to look forward too. its not that i've gave up on you. but just, i don't really know till when i should act this way. they told me i've wasted time and even tears. im just afraid to talk to you and even smile at you again. call me a stalker, im one. im a stalker which kept going after you. you are just special to me. a very special one. and thanks for everything. and im thankful that once, i've met someone like you in my life. thanks and again, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i will erase the gadissekolahadalahcinta from my heart slowly as i can sense that you want me to.&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/20388899-1164210401727756816?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1164210401727756816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=1164210401727756816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1164210401727756816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1164210401727756816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-day-we-sent-songs-to-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjWZU17zNsI/AAAAAAAAALA/5GHFC62y12A/s72-c/frozen_scenery_by_akasleep%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7530354629541870555</id><published>2007-04-29T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjQ2vF7zNrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g-pCy1FedVQ/s1600-h/oi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058728464118658738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjQ2vF7zNrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g-pCy1FedVQ/s320/oi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first of all, sorry to the watchoutmates for not joining you guys to celebrate zaini's birthday. and to the schoolmates, you guys made my day. so yeahh, yesterday 3/4 of the mldds kids who participated in the recent syf slack at Jalan Kayu as mdm lafrieda wanted to treat us. we slack at Cafeela around 1 hour with non-stop gossips and laughter. well, i really love mdm lafrieda. she's the best teacher in school la seyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, after Jalan Kayu, the schoolmates proceed to Orchard to meet rezal. okay, 8/9 of the schoolmates are from Seng Kang Sec and seven are from mldds while hudaa is in girl guides. the other 1/9 of the schoolmates is rezal whose from St. Hildas. yeahh, we are a mixture of humans with different personality and style. so yesterday, hudaa was absent for the schoolmates outing. thats sad. we then all over town and in and out of shopping centres and finally to esplanade. okay, i realised something, esplanade is covered up with malays huh? and its like mostly malays. hahahaa, try going there at friday, saturday and sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we then went to the old juvenile court and slack there. after much of cam-whoring, we walk towards city hall mrt and home sweet home. thats all. and thanks to shasha as shes made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im seriously in a state of mind. i don't know what to do right now. and i miss those time badly. i just miss those straight days, gadissekolah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-7530354629541870555?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7530354629541870555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7530354629541870555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7530354629541870555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7530354629541870555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-of-all-sorry-to-watchoutmates-for.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjQ2vF7zNrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g-pCy1FedVQ/s72-c/oi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2515694048136686427</id><published>2007-04-27T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjHXDV7zNqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0msZ__XcwQw/s1600-h/SANY3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058060308941321890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjHXDV7zNqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0msZ__XcwQw/s320/SANY3362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, mid year examination was pretty okay. i did try my best! paper one, composition. i chooses the topic about friends. you know why? because i have alot of ideas and some personal experience regarding those so called 'friends'. and yeahh, i did both the section A and B seriously. and english paper two, i waste on hour on drawing and sketching at the back of the paper. and it turn out to be wonderful. hahhaa. and yeahh, i hope i pass my english examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, after that, proceed to block zero for an hour. at around 2.30 pm, walked to CP to meet nareeni, her sister, reezal and ainy. so there was seven altogether including me, mazlan and fadzil. we went to vivo city as nareeni wanna shop for clothes at forever 21 while i went to topman to get the slipper which is on 30 percent discount. thanks to eera. we then had our lunch at ljs and procced back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;relegious class will start in 45 minutes time and im getting ready to meet hamimmah and amirin to pass them something. and yeahh, there exam for religious class today. and mldds kids, tomorrow, cikgu lafrieda will &lt;em&gt;blanjer&lt;/em&gt; us at Jalan Kayu. please don't be late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;okay, i miss you and i love to see you everday.&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/20388899-2515694048136686427?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2515694048136686427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2515694048136686427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2515694048136686427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2515694048136686427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-mid-year-examination-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjHXDV7zNqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0msZ__XcwQw/s72-c/SANY3362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3890471463714664042</id><published>2007-04-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjCTvV7zNpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yY-xCm0agus/s1600-h/stalker..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057704823088166546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjCTvV7zNpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yY-xCm0agus/s320/stalker..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's been a while since i last update my blog. all thanks to my tight schedule due to the upcoming exams. i had been mugging hard all these while till late night eventhough mid-year exam is not that important. im studying for the sake of getting good grades so my parents won't look down on me like they used to last summer. and qhyfdjrpghdordywe, mid-year is tomorrow! i hope i will succeed, insyallah. i don't need flying colours, i just need good and improve grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lets talk about life. i really pity those kids who kept criticising, bad-mouthing, discriminating and in fact, all the negative shits that they did to a simple human or group. from my point of view, all of this are caused by jealousy. well, i think you kids should just get a life. stop acting like you are the almighty or whatever lame nonsense. seriously, don't hate us or badmouth my group of friends. coz why, they are cool and we are cool. and we do have great friends around us that we really love unlike you guys whom trying hard to make friends and kill us slowly by bad-mouthing about us. last phrase, get a life and i believe in karma instead of revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;and girl, i miss the old you. however you still made my day by smiling at me in school. im still holding on, i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-3890471463714664042?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3890471463714664042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3890471463714664042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3890471463714664042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3890471463714664042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while-since-i-last-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RjCTvV7zNpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yY-xCm0agus/s72-c/stalker..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3542969990679584868</id><published>2007-04-22T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RirWsF2COOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RGPFYd2AEmE/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056089584648206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RirWsF2COOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RGPFYd2AEmE/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was an happening life and death experience yesterday. like so finally, all of the watchoutmates agreed to go to OCH. and i love the watchoutmates as whatever they plan, it will come true and will turn out to be happening. thanks ah guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yeah, zaini, ida, shameer, firdaus met under my block at around 2.30 pm. we then 27-ed to tampines and met helmi, wan and syafiqah there. when we alight from the bus, ida needed to go to the toilet badly, therefore we walked to Tampines National Library for the sake of going to the toilet. and guess what! two ladies exit from the library while all of us was walking towards the library. and it was Sri Hanifayana (last girlfee) and her cousin. and yes, i was shocked and so was she! i've met her twice coincidentally and we kept shouting the same thing when we saw each other " OH MY GOD!!". we then chit chat for awhile and went seperate ways. and, shes gorgeous and im cute eh hani? hahaha. so then, we walked to tampines interchange and boarded bus 29 all the way to Changi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we arrived exactly opposite the Old Japanese School. we didn't went in to the Old Japanese School as theres surveillance cameras everywhere at the entrance. we then walked towards one of the so called army building which is located near the OCH. we only walked halfway on the bridge and u-turned as theres surveillance cameras too. we only took some pictures at the protected area and walked all the way to OCH. ashraff and fadzil was waiting for our arrival. so yeahh, they are our tour guide for the day as non of the watchoutmates had been to OCH. and there, the journey begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oi, lincah la masuk, korang dua lead kiter semua, kiter da tak sabar ni!"&lt;/em&gt; so yeah, we went into the creepy building walking two by twos most of the time. and we was pretty shocked as we was welcomed by a &lt;em&gt;kain kafan&lt;/em&gt; which was covered with patches of blood hanging at the stairways and it look like &lt;em&gt;gula gula&lt;/em&gt; (you know what i mean). but, that doesn't frightened us that much. we then climbed the stairs and explore the whole block. there's glass pieces shattered on the floor, spoil lifts, big wards and small wards, shattered mirrors and yeah graffiti on the walls. but, nothing happened at all. so we went down. and, we got to know that the building was part of the OCH building but its not the main building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, our tour guide brought us to the main building which was located down the hill. we then arrived directly infront of "Old Changi Hospital". once again, we explore all over the place. and yeahh at creepy dark areas, zaini and me did smell the &lt;em&gt;kemenyan&lt;/em&gt; aroma&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;one of the incident was when all of us was going halfway down this dark stairway, and suddenly cold wind blew directly towards us and the smell of the &lt;em&gt;kemenyan &lt;/em&gt;pierce thru my nose. and i turned around and asked zaini, "oi, kau ader bau ke tak siak?". he then inhaled the air again and he shouted, "da ah, jalan ahh, kiter pusing tempat lain dulu la". we walked back and then u-turn to the dark stairway again, but theres no eerie feeling or smell anymore. and we continued exploring while i took pictures of the interesting things there. and we slacked at one of the OCH basement as they request for smoking break. as we was talking, suddenly theres a loud noise coming from the room near us. we stand up and quickly walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its 6.30 pm and we then planned to get out of OCH as its getting dark. we then walked out of the och passing by the Old Japanese School. we wanted to went into the Japanese School, but the Evtec security which protected the place arrived with a van. we ran and walked quickly towards the nearest bustop and we managed to escape from them. all of us then walked all the way to changi village to have our dinner there. and at around 8 pm we took 109 home. all of them went home while i slacked with daliana till 10 pm as its been months since we last met. thats all, much love guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pictures of the OCH outing ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;so tomorrow is Monday. and im so geared up for school tomorrow. i've not seen you for nine days. are you avoiding me? or, am i a stalker. i wish that we were like months ago when we use to contact each other everyday. i miss those time whereby you always made my day. okay, i miss you. gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-3542969990679584868?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3542969990679584868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3542969990679584868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3542969990679584868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3542969990679584868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-happening-life-and-death.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RirWsF2COOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RGPFYd2AEmE/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3112044939883218243</id><published>2007-04-21T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RilOwV2CONI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SK-TW3F__IY/s1600-h/SANY3630.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055658649104562386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RilOwV2CONI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SK-TW3F__IY/s320/SANY3630.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was a pretty great day for me. and i was so geared up for school yesterday. but too bad, i received an orange form due to some disciplinary problem. however, it didn't spoil my mood that much. okay, the teacher is so crappy! and yeah, i did focus in class yesterday and scribble notes during lessons. hip hip hooray for myself lah seyy. okay back to the story, so after school, proceed to block zero for cat feeding session with the langmates and some great humans. and finally, i've overcome my phobia with cats! a hip hip hooray for myself again lah sey. okay, i know its lame. after an hour sitting there, proceed to haugang mall to meet zaini and ida for awhile. eh no, not for awhile, its for hours! slack under the void deck with zaini for four hours as ida was in the saloon doing her hair. and it turn out to be nice lah ida. then ida treated me at magic wok as i've accompanied her dearest boyfee for four solid hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after the treat, they walked home with me. they then sat under the void deck while waiting for me to get change. friday is religious class day! and again, i was so geared up. then, they walked with me back to haugang mall again. thanks you guys! and so, met the usual people at bustop, fareez, bakir, arepp, haiikal, firhan and khai. and once again, we arrived late for madrasah. but thank god, theres no latecoming form there! and yeah, we combined class and i got to know that its her class too. but, shes absent. after religious class, went home with hudaa, ahhyin and firhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and today! yeahh, im now online early in the morning while humans are still sleeping peacefully. and worse, im late! coz, ssp will start in 30 mins time. but, who cares, my beautiful reasons always work on the teacher! hahahahaa, shhhh. and yeahh, today is the day where to watchout mates will be going to OCH. and yeahh, i can't wait for this lifetime experience. we will be going in the afternoon and maybe, at night too if everythings going on well. little cute ghost, we'll be there, so watchout! thats all, im running late! much love readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i fcuking miss you. and yesterday, i was hoping to see you comeback from your camp trip. and yeah, i did stare at the front gate every 10 mins. i wished that you are fine. and at friday night class, i was staring at the classroom door every 10 mins. i wished that you came for religious class. but, i didnt see you the whole day. and right now, im just waiting for this monday. i just miss you and also, the old you. and i don't mind if others say im a stalker bloke. im just in love. till here, gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-3112044939883218243?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3112044939883218243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3112044939883218243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3112044939883218243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3112044939883218243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-pretty-great-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RilOwV2CONI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SK-TW3F__IY/s72-c/SANY3630.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2674198185684225187</id><published>2007-04-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:02:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school was great today. but, i miss her walking pass by the corridor. so yeahh, mdm zurina treated us ice-cream during ssp. thanks mdm zurinawati! im feeling lethargic during lesson. and i doze off during english lesson and that means im lack of sleep. and art lesson, we received our mid year assignment. ouh gosh, how am i going to handle my n level art and mid year assignment which both datelines are  just few days apart. thanks to mdm noorlizah for her help all these while in class and i really appreciate it.  i've made a study time table for myself and i hope that i can juggle those fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after ssp, went home straight and met hamimmah at her area and proceed to sengkang to meet rezal, mazlan and ainy. i realised that i talked alot today! i love being happy and tagging along with loud people. being in a too quiet surrounding can make me turn fcuking emotional coz negative thoughts can just kill me slowly. yeahh, we did art under the void deck and have a sing aloud session. its damn hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TELEPON, pon aper? PONDAN, dan aper? DANCING, sing aper? SINGAPORE, po aper? POPEYE, pai aper? PAISEH, se aper? SETAN, tan aper? TANGKIS, kis aper? KISS SINI KISS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahaa, only they understand and that really makes me, ainy, rezal and hamimmah laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss your pretty smile. im waiting patiently for this friday. your name are now scribbled everywhere, on my desks, textbook, worksheets, diary, scrapbook, handphone and in my heart. i just miss you. can i have those time being repeated? much love, gadissekolahadalahcinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-2674198185684225187?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2674198185684225187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2674198185684225187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2674198185684225187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2674198185684225187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-was-great-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-1985012433926005930</id><published>2007-04-16T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiM3zLLfxsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1odQ-DoQLw8/s1600-h/_Stalker_Scream_by_Dakann[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053944559153694402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiM3zLLfxsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1odQ-DoQLw8/s320/_Stalker_Scream_by_Dakann%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met hamimmah early in the morning at usual location. she just had an pretty haircut. so yeah, we took 27 after breathing in cold oxygen. while walking towards school, ain told me that gadissekolah will be having obs camp from today till friday. and, i was damn shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't even know that she will be going off for camp today. okay, i can't expect much. im just a stalker. its saddening that i can't get to see her in school today. and yes, i fcuking miss her. i can still remember, last month, when she was off to overseas, she gave me her last message which is the sweetest thing ever which i didn't delete it till this point of time. but today, it seems to be different. she left without hello and even goodbye. i just hope that she's safe and sound there, amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you're too in love to let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-1985012433926005930?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1985012433926005930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=1985012433926005930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1985012433926005930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1985012433926005930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/met-hamimmah-early-in-morning-at-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiM3zLLfxsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1odQ-DoQLw8/s72-c/_Stalker_Scream_by_Dakann%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6965181032877577441</id><published>2007-04-14T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:13.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiBm67LfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Ey6QzPD98g/s1600-h/oi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053151944414054066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiBm67LfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Ey6QzPD98g/s320/oi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;STUDIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll promise myself that at this point of time, i will start studying hard and pay 120% attention in class. i rather suffer this five years in school than suffering fifty years down the road. but, something is just pulling myself from studying. i'll fight back for sure. o' level malay is coming and n' level too. wake up faisal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want a tuition coz i feel that i cant cope with my studies alone. i need guidance. but, im lazy for a tuition class. okay, i think ssp already help me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIFE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life is wonderful when i had friends all around me. thank you guys! you all are the greatest person on earth. my schoolmates, watchoutmates, msnmate, mldds mate and more! you guys rock my socks and you are the one who i can depend on and brightens up my day. and family, im not in a good term with them nowadays. okay, fcuked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;dearest you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i can feel that you are avoiding me. when i read back your old sms to me, it lightens up my day. i just wished that i received those kind of sms everyday from you. i know that your phone are being confiscated. but im sure that your life are not being confiscated. i miss the old times when i use to see you in school and friday night class. at block zero where you dont dare to laugh while you only smile when someone creates a joke. on every friday night with your tired face and always leaning on your friends shoulder in the bus. i want it more. i miss those time, it really makes me happy. but now, i only see your empty face. however i swear, im still holding on like you want me to. gadissekolahtetapcinta.&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/20388899-6965181032877577441?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6965181032877577441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6965181032877577441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6965181032877577441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6965181032877577441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/studies-ill-promise-myself-that-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RiBm67LfxrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Ey6QzPD98g/s72-c/oi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4580906245901099032</id><published>2007-04-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rh4hoLLfxqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHHJCtrOcB4/s1600-h/OI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052512806035768994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rh4hoLLfxqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHHJCtrOcB4/s320/OI.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah, we achieved silver for our syf malay contemporary dance. thank god that we maintain our standard and we were like one of the 14 school which gets silver. and worse, its shocking to hear that non of the group in malay contemporary dance achieved a gold. i love the last dance. thanks mldds crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school? ouh my, i'm still not into the mood to study. i guess, i will start studying hard by next week and i mean real hard! i need rest. and my mind are now full of negative thoughts and those maths, chemistry and other formulas is vanishing from my head slowly. i wish i'm as bright as those kids in express. they had beautiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i felt so happy when you stand next to me. and i'm happy that i get to see you once again. and yeahh, you made my day. but when you are not there, it kills me slowly. gadissekolah, adakahsayastalker?&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/20388899-4580906245901099032?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4580906245901099032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4580906245901099032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4580906245901099032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4580906245901099032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-we-achieved-silver-for-our-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rh4hoLLfxqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHHJCtrOcB4/s72-c/OI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8604065849890353120</id><published>2007-04-10T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhuQ97LfxpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rDAfop92FsE/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051790800558474898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhuQ97LfxpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rDAfop92FsE/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was our last dance today, the last dance for the seniors. and syf just now was a total blast! all of us gave our best shot, thanks juniors. i'm effing glad but i'm upset too. i wish that there's no such thing as stepping down from our beloved cca. and it really makes me fall into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it been four years being with mldds. the first year which was during my secondary one days, i was in dikir barat and i really detest tarian melayu coz its like so &lt;em&gt;lembut &lt;/em&gt;but actually, its not! thanks to cikgu whom inspired me to love dancing. and i mean it, i love tarian melayu contemporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we had great kakak kakak and abang abang during those days. and year by year, the bunch of great people stepped down and mldds was continued by a newer and younger generation. last year, when they stepped down we felt so worried about our mldds future. and most gave us remarks saying that mldds will closedown as we are lack of manpowers. however, the mldds family grew bigger and bigger and we form a strong family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we've suffered thru thick and thin together, laughing together, crying together and more. those stupid quarreling between each other and also within the other cca will also stay as memories. i swear that i will really missed the jokes made by our pretty teachers and students. and i will miss every thursday as we always had training those days. and most importantly, i will definitely miss the leypak session which was held after mldds at block zero. i hope, the juniors will still stay as one and develop mldds into a greater stage. make us proud, make the school proud, make cikgu lafrieda + cikgu faezah + cikgu azmi proud and finally, make yourself proud. i love the mldds family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and behalf of the graduating seniors, i would like to say sorry to you guys if we scolded you or shout at your ears or whatever. i hope, all the things that we said will stay in your mind forever. and for myself, thousand of apologies for getting you people irritated and scolding you all these while. i'm really sorry. much love, mldds kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didn't get to see you today, gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-8604065849890353120?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8604065849890353120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8604065849890353120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8604065849890353120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8604065849890353120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-our-last-dance-today-last-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhuQ97LfxpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rDAfop92FsE/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6149610641699215659</id><published>2007-04-09T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:14.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rhl6B-43MqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBFKLuQc3fQ/s1600-h/blogss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051202631552676514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rhl6B-43MqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBFKLuQc3fQ/s320/blogss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it had been a hectic week with tight schedule and lots of problems. and finally, the watchout mates made my day. yeahh, it was syafiqah's birthday. so shameer, firdaus, me and helmi met up at city hall to celebrate her birthday. first stop, pizza hut and thanks wan for the awesome treat. and it sure burn a hole in your pocket. after the treat, we proceed to esplanade and slack at the rooftop. we took pictures and joke around. well, firdaus was the last one to get it. hahaha. and DEPUTY SIREN perform at the chillout stage. the best local band for me now! 3-dash-1 + comic strip lead singer (shida) = DEPUTY SIREN. ouh my, great mixture! im gonna get all their song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i had a bad nightmare last night. i dreamt of the watchout mates including me went to Old Changi Hospital. but, zy, ida and syaf was not there. it was a guys scary day out. it goes this way. we, the watchout mates was so geared up to go to OCH to check out the place there. and one day, we might go there. but sadly, due to the dream last night i felt like not going. coz, its damn scary! but still, i wanna explore. ghost ouh ghost, i dont wanna see you! thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss gadissekolahadalahcinta. where'd you go? i hope i get to see you today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&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/20388899-6149610641699215659?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6149610641699215659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6149610641699215659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6149610641699215659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6149610641699215659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-had-been-hectic-week-with-tight.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rhl6B-43MqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBFKLuQc3fQ/s72-c/blogss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6166790365146733333</id><published>2007-04-07T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:14.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhdCv-43MpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jaELEpms7SA/s1600-h/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050578899222082194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhdCv-43MpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jaELEpms7SA/s320/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"should i hold on or should i move on?" i kept repeating this phrase when i saw you, when i miss you and when i love you. deep in my heart, i would like to hold on. but, my mind force me to move on. im so looking forward for monday, i just need to see your face, again. because, it really makes my day. and i wish that theres school everyday so i could see you. i don't mind about what people wanna say about me going crazy over you. from 24 january 2007 till now, i really wish that there wouldn't be a fullstop for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-6166790365146733333?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6166790365146733333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6166790365146733333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6166790365146733333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6166790365146733333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-i-hold-on-or-should-i-move-on-i.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhdCv-43MpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jaELEpms7SA/s72-c/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4394264195169900658</id><published>2007-04-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhT2qe43MoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntcdazQUbnU/s1600-h/outside+sr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049932291895669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhT2qe43MoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntcdazQUbnU/s320/outside+sr..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really had no mood this few days. i really hope that i can concentrate like the others during lesson. mid year examination, n' level and o' level(malay) is just around the corner and im still putting my head down on the table. wake up faisal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its the last four training for syf today. and, all of you guys really show a rapid improvement. im sorry for scolding you guys during training. i just need the all of us to be one and have a sense of urgentness. sadly, just now mdm faezah mentioned that the sec fours and sec fives will be stepping down from our cca by next week. and its saddening that we need to step down coz we wont be having any tuesday's and thursday's training anymore. and sure, i will really miss it after participating in mldds for four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;thanks for the "hello" just now. and, you really made my day. but finally, it kills me. confusion and undecided decision kept intruding my mind. thanks, gadissekolah.&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/20388899-4394264195169900658?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4394264195169900658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4394264195169900658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4394264195169900658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4394264195169900658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-had-no-mood-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhT2qe43MoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntcdazQUbnU/s72-c/outside+sr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3000441405647466261</id><published>2007-04-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhO1Uu43MnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lNbXXcnKZpE/s1600-h/heads+down2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049578975000998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhO1Uu43MnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lNbXXcnKZpE/s320/heads+down2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its a moody day today! okay, i failed my 2.4 km run by 20 seconds. damn it, i need to strengthen up my stamina. and during lesson, i really can't concentrate as it seems like my brain was not operating. and mldds, we did really great or should i say, awesome. but, its a fcuked up mood for me today. so, sorry for scolding and shouting at you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just don't know what to say. i'm just fcuked up with no reason. ask me why, i'm just in a state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;well now, i really know how it feels when you are really into someone that you can't let it go. karma already hit me. and, it kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;however, i'm still moving on coz still, gadissekolahadalahcinta. tell me that i'm dumb, but i'm really into her.&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/20388899-3000441405647466261?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3000441405647466261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3000441405647466261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3000441405647466261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3000441405647466261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-moody-day-today-okay-i-failed-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhO1Uu43MnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lNbXXcnKZpE/s72-c/heads+down2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3898991023022234361</id><published>2007-04-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhJLbOiscWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kJw42-Mt968/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049181063367913826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhJLbOiscWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kJw42-Mt968/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just don't know what has got into me lately. i'm not concentrating in class and i already found a new hobby which is, sleep during lesson. and due to that, i didn't hand in the class work and also homework. its like im not participating in anything and i really deserved all the scoldings. and worse, n' level is around the corner. i need big help! i've missed too much lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seven solid days to syf and i'm really so geared up. lets buck up mldds kids. we need to attain a gold or at least maintain silver okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeahh, im just sick and tired of my surrounding and life. but yeah, always look on the bright side of life. and thanks to shaa as she made my day. miss townie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope, its worth running after you, gadissekolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-3898991023022234361?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3898991023022234361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3898991023022234361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3898991023022234361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3898991023022234361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-dont-know-what-has-got-into-me.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhJLbOiscWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kJw42-Mt968/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3057655057838741848</id><published>2007-04-02T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhC5geiscVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KkOwYeecNSk/s1600-h/Matchmaker_Land_by_Pkendarto[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048739149887861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhC5geiscVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KkOwYeecNSk/s320/Matchmaker_Land_by_Pkendarto%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, patience is virtue. i know that im too into you eventhough my bestfriends kept telling me to stop and to go on with other ladies. thanks for your emphaty, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but, i just can't. its been two months going on slowly with the flow. seeing her really makes me high. and now, i really miss your smile, your long messages, the long conversation in msn, your laughter and i effing miss you. i know, its hard to contact each other, but i'll just stay hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you once told me to stay there in your heart eventough you are confused. i swear, i will still stay there. and i hope, i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seriously i've changed now. i know people kept talking about my past about changing girls like as if im changing clothes. thats my past, and i admit it. but now, im just so devoted into you. i swear, its my first lifetime experience now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'ve troubled to much people by asking them about you and other stuffs. and, i can feel that im irritating. please, im just worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;till here, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta, janji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/20388899-3057655057838741848?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3057655057838741848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3057655057838741848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3057655057838741848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3057655057838741848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-patience-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RhC5geiscVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KkOwYeecNSk/s72-c/Matchmaker_Land_by_Pkendarto%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2075766735915530574</id><published>2007-04-01T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rg8OQOiscUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ7wWXofaGY/s1600-h/schoolmates..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048269379249926466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rg8OQOiscUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ7wWXofaGY/s320/schoolmates..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after weeks of planning, finally it ended with a blast. yeah, it was a surprise celebration for the march babies, ahyyin, mazlan and fifi. we ordered canadian pizzas and a huge chocolate moszaiqqe cake for them. sedap kann?! hahahaa. after the surprise celebration, we took the train to orchard and then walk all over town. we then proceed to takashimaya where misunderstanding arise and finally THE SCHOOLMATES settle it with tears. i mean, the girls cried but not me,rezal and mazlan. a group hug really makes a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;took 171 to esplanade to chill there. while walking towards the chillout stage, i saw SRI HANIFAYANA. and i was so shocked that i nearly cry coz i fcuking miss my dear last ex. we handshake and chit chat for a while after nine months of not meeting each other. and ouh my, shes so gorgeous. after that we slacked by the bay as ainy's waiting to see his mr. saturday guy and hudaa waiting to see her mr. high guy. sadly, hudaa didnt get to meet her prince. so yeahh, we then walked back home at around 10.00 pm. its a day full of laughter, tears and surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;fcuking yes, i miss gadissekolahadalahCINTA. where'd you go? and, im so looking forward for school tomorrow. gadissekolahadalahCINTA, do come back.&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/20388899-2075766735915530574?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2075766735915530574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2075766735915530574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2075766735915530574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2075766735915530574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-weeks-of-planning-finally-it.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rg8OQOiscUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ7wWXofaGY/s72-c/schoolmates..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7628713949566161647</id><published>2007-03-29T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgvCuuiscTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/smg_fXLsu8o/s1600-h/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047341915422093618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgvCuuiscTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/smg_fXLsu8o/s320/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hello pretty readers. okay, im having a great mood today. well, some people had been complaining about me always blogging about gadissekolahadalahCINTA. so yeahh, today im still blogging about that, or should i say, everyday! hahahaa, and yeahh, i'll share about what happen today too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yeahh, i had to wake up early this few days as i need to meet hamimmah at another location as shes sleeping over at her aunt's house. and now, i feel so geared up for school = i love school as gadissekolahadalahCINTA. so, today's lesson was quite boring which really makes me head down on the table. thanks to the cold-windy-rainy-weather! and yeahh, ive completed my first board for my n' level art. and i feel so stress-free. after school, had mldds training, 12 solid days to SYF and left with 6 training session. and time is running out! i just hope we maintain to get straight silver or even get a gold for our team. insyallah. after mldds, proceed to meet my fellow members and we chit chat till 0900 pm. and now im facing the computer with the song 'just so you know' piercing out of the speaker. i just loved that song! till here, much love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and again, gadissekolahadalahCINTA really made my day. in fact she made my day everyday. "&lt;em&gt;when you are too in love to let it go&lt;/em&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/20388899-7628713949566161647?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7628713949566161647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7628713949566161647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7628713949566161647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7628713949566161647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-pretty-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgvCuuiscTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/smg_fXLsu8o/s72-c/Love_Is_Here_by_smashmethod%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4773259422320197854</id><published>2007-03-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgfD6yFD1DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1NnO56ReWT0/s1600-h/Merah_Putih_2_by_combi77[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046217322134754354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgfD6yFD1DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1NnO56ReWT0/s320/Merah_Putih_2_by_combi77%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you are too in love that you can't let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i actually get this phrase from hudaa when she was in love with someone that takes her time to forget him. well, im in her situation right now. my mates told me to forget about her as im only wasting my bloody time running after her. but, it seems that i can't forget her easily as im too in love that i can't let it go. and now, im going to move on with what i had promised earlier. i will stay there and won't go away. gadissekolahadalahCINTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im happy when you are there just now. and yeahhh. finally you speak. hahahaha, gadissekolahadalahcinta.&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/20388899-4773259422320197854?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4773259422320197854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4773259422320197854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4773259422320197854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4773259422320197854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-are-too-in-love-that-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgfD6yFD1DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1NnO56ReWT0/s72-c/Merah_Putih_2_by_combi77%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7649960268171351952</id><published>2007-03-24T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgS3vCFD1CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vyDUa_3LWEs/s1600-h/goyang..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045359501201626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgS3vCFD1CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vyDUa_3LWEs/s320/goyang..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; truly in love. and those words that you said just now really touched my heart. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, it makes my eyes flooded with tears and it rolled down slowly. and now, i feel that my efforts was not much wasted. and i swear that i won't leave you and stay hold like you say so. so don't worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; you are pretty confused about your feeling towards me. i will still get into you day by day. thanks for the meaningful short conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gadissekolahadalahCINTA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when you are too in love that you can't let it go"&lt;/em&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/20388899-7649960268171351952?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7649960268171351952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7649960268171351952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7649960268171351952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7649960268171351952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-truly-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgS3vCFD1CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vyDUa_3LWEs/s72-c/goyang..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8064341509862951012</id><published>2007-03-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgP2ZiFD1BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cIkxsRkLUjk/s1600-h/teh+tariks..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045146926090277906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgP2ZiFD1BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cIkxsRkLUjk/s320/teh+tariks..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this time, i'm fcuking into someone. its like the first time in my life going and running after someone for a long period of time. i know that you don't react and maybe, won't react? and its saddening to hear that people hate me as i helped you recently on your board. due to that, i've received a handful of enemy and even lame quarrels. however, i really don't mind. sometimes, when your dear friends told me about your impression towards me, i really turned out to be happy. but, when we met each other, i felt that what your friends say about your feelings just don't exist. and that's the time i felt like giving up on you. but after that, some gave me hope by telling me that you are into me too. and that really makes me to get into you further eventhough what happen. in the end, i always felt that i have to give up. and the cycle goes on and on. i wish there's a pretty fullstop for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after deciding wheter to go for my night class, i finally agreed. ran home with the cold evening rain showering on me and the tiredness that's killing me. i'm really eager to meet you just know. upon reaching class, i sensed that you were absent. and yeah, its true, you was not present although you told me that you are going. okay, i just miss you. and, its hard to contact you this few weeks. i wish for a miracle to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so into you right now, and i hope what your dear friends told me is true. coz, i'm really delighted about it. i just hope its worth running after you. till here. gadissekolahadalahCINTA.&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/20388899-8064341509862951012?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8064341509862951012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8064341509862951012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8064341509862951012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8064341509862951012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-time-im-fcuking-into-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgP2ZiFD1BI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cIkxsRkLUjk/s72-c/teh+tariks..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2343777839517623208</id><published>2007-03-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgKP0iFD1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IqNlTzXlJm4/s1600-h/aaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044752665272374274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgKP0iFD1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IqNlTzXlJm4/s320/aaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;gadissekolahadalah&lt;u&gt;CINTA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;my friends told me to give up on you as you didn't react at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;however, i don't agree, coz this feeling is fcuking real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;schoolgirlis&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/20388899-2343777839517623208?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2343777839517623208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2343777839517623208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2343777839517623208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2343777839517623208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/gadissekolahadalah-cinta-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RgKP0iFD1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IqNlTzXlJm4/s72-c/aaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-882563163460204057</id><published>2007-03-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf_ZuiFD0_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hXBR1Yui_wo/s1600-h/aaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043989501123482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf_ZuiFD0_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hXBR1Yui_wo/s320/aaa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy birthday to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NURUL AHHYIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SITI FIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i hope the both of you will succeed in life and stay healthy always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;well, i really love going to school nowadays. and, THE SCHOOLMATES were always there to make my day. however, there are just some kids who go around badmouthing us. ouh my god, did i just mention the word &lt;u&gt;kids&lt;/u&gt;? ouh, its the fact anyway, some of them tend to be so immatured! i just pity those kind of kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;can anyone or at least someone tell me whats wrong with wearing apparels from Topshop and Topman? we just love the designs of the stuffs there. i bet you guys also love it too! yeahh, the kids thinks that we are bragging about what we wear. can the kids there just mind their own business? we never brag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and i also don't get it when these kids gets jealous over THE SCHOOLMATES? is it because we are too close and had fun when we had the chance to unite? ouh my, KIDS, get a life, THE SCHOOLMATES is love. and yeahh, THE SCHOOLMATES are just a term to name my group of nice friends. is that also a problem to those kids? why don't you kids form a group of yourself then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and worse, i pity those kids who keep badmouthing about us just for the sake of making people to hate us. is that the way to increase your manpower to make a group called anti-schoolmates? but, can't you kids see? till now, none of the nice humans out there hates us. we just love everyone lahh. one thing, i know, those kids are just big time jealous about the way we bond. and the kids are so immature that some even pull in parents to fight for this minor problem. in fact, its not minor at all, its a no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and yeahh, i don't mind if you keep hating us! any more kids out there who detest us? and yeahhh, WE, THE SCHOOLMATES love everyone including those &lt;u&gt;kids&lt;/u&gt;. thanks you guys who support us instead of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;those kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yeahh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; GADISSEKOLAHADALAHCINTA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;always make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20388899-882563163460204057?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/882563163460204057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=882563163460204057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/882563163460204057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/882563163460204057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-nurul-ahhyin-and-siti.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf_ZuiFD0_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hXBR1Yui_wo/s72-c/aaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4811709353615789193</id><published>2007-03-19T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5BS-Pgv7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6q_n42trPuk/s1600-h/bbb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043540426903044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5BS-Pgv7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6q_n42trPuk/s320/bbb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GADISSEKOLAHADALAHCINTA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i hope its worth running after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;because, i fcuking love you.&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/20388899-4811709353615789193?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5BS-Pgv7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6q_n42trPuk/s72-c/bbb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7881718332047473245</id><published>2007-03-18T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5B_ePgv8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pwUHHaFRJLY/s1600-h/16%2Bmarch%2B07%2B(9)[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043541191407222722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5B_ePgv8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pwUHHaFRJLY/s320/16%252Bmarch%252B07%252B(9)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY-SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was a tonning session with THE WATCHOUT MATES. i actually have two groups of close mates which is THE SCHOOLMATES and THE WATCHOUT MATES. well, basically both group consist of fun and hyper kids with different personality. i just love all of of them ahh. to whom who detest us? you're welcome to hate us, but do get ready for an everlasting words of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, it was already 2.45 pm. my parents was non-stop talking shits about my recent school results. why just parents this days gave negative remarks and negative hopes to their children instead of supporting them and hoping for the best on them? for me, i've really improved on my results, but they kept comparing their past with this modernize day. fcuk them, i get change and walked out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met up with helmi at pasir ris and bought stuffs for the tonning session. took 403 and off to pasir ris pit 53. rid, syaf, zaini, ida, shameer, debbie and firdaus was already waiting for our arrival. once we arrived and salam-ed each other, the bbq-ing started. we had fun in the afternoon with playing soccer, shifting tents, bbbq-ing and eating. at 12 midnight, all of us sat in a circle and tuned in to Ria 89.7 fm. we listened to the ghost stories and it really makes shiver to death. after the ghost stories shared by the radio Dj, we then shared our own experience of ghost stories. and we then continued talking about the history of THE WATCHOUT MATES. it was a saddening plus interesting stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at around 3 am, the couples all went into their tents leaving me, firdaus, helmi and also shameer(as debbie went home early) behind. we then scare ourselves by our extra ghost story that led all of us running and diving into this small tent. thanks to firdaus for making us feel totally scared. after the scary experience we shared stories among us that led to loud laughter. i bet, the makciks and humans at the next pit really get irritated by us. at around 4 am, all of us force ourselves to sleep while shameer and me was still awake. at around 5 pm then the both of us slept and i woke up at 6 am. all thanks to the noise that was contributed by ida's and syaf's phone and also to my 1.5 cm deep cut on my foot. i then force all of them to wake up but all of them was already dead in their sleep. at around 7 am, we then packed our stuffs and took 403 and go our seperate ways. and yeahh, you guys really made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was glad that my house gate was left unlocked, i then went in and get change. at around 9 am, i went to bed hoping to get at least 4 hrs of sleep before i meet THE SCHOOLMATES. so, i set the alarm at 1.30. instead of 1.30 pm, i set it to 1.30 am. damn it! due to that, i didn't meet them. im so sorry lads and ladettes. so, woke up at 6.45 pm and met zaini for leypak session from 8 pm till night. thats all. much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i effing miss you. on 15 march was the last day i hear from you. till now, i didn't receive any news from you. i hope you are fine. i also don't see you online and updating your blog. and now, i felt so worried. today is sunday, and school will re-open tomorrow. i hope, i will see you early in the morning. cause i fcuking miss you. and yes, gadissekolahadalahCINTA.&lt;/span&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/20388899-7881718332047473245?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7881718332047473245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7881718332047473245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7881718332047473245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7881718332047473245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-saturday-it-was-tonning-session.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rf5B_ePgv8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pwUHHaFRJLY/s72-c/16%252Bmarch%252B07%252B(9)%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4543314877143254312</id><published>2007-03-15T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RflfN-Pgv4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nXtWYA3yAUk/s1600-h/SANY3630.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042165951468978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RflfN-Pgv4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nXtWYA3yAUk/s320/SANY3630.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;listening to the song in my own blog, it makes my emotion run wild. scanning the lyrics of the melodious song one by one, i really felt that i'm in that same state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seriously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i'm so into her. and yeah, this feeling is real. i don't really mind about the chatterings of others. one thing for sure, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gadisekolahadalahcinta&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; eventhough some of my mates kept saying that i'm &lt;em&gt;"syiok sendiri&lt;/em&gt;". i fcuking don't give a damn. coz why, this feeling is real. it was last month, on the 20+ february when i start smsing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;eventhough my bill explode. after lots of smsing, i got a big crush on her. and since that day, i love going to school and i looked forward for school every single day. i transferred madrasah for the sake of making my saturdays and sundays free and most importantly, to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;day after day, this feeling called love started to exist. and that was the time when i'm totally into her. we do meet up in school and after school. but, it was just exchanging of smiles and we don't even talk like we used to sms. on 9 of february, thats the time when i get to speak to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and yeahh, that day is love. 9 of february is also the last day we met each other till this very minute. and fcuking yes, i miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;seriously,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-4543314877143254312?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4543314877143254312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4543314877143254312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4543314877143254312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4543314877143254312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/listening-to-song-in-my-own-blog-it.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RflfN-Pgv4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nXtWYA3yAUk/s72-c/SANY3630.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2420846949229620500</id><published>2007-03-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfaUOUZ_8hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IQXcMeXqVMQ/s1600-h/agggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041379806604685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfaUOUZ_8hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IQXcMeXqVMQ/s320/agggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its been two days since you left singapore for the overseas trip. okay, i seriously miss you right after i gave you a wake up call last two days. and tomorrow, you will be back. i just miss your pretty face, your voice and the non-stop sms from you. i'll definitely wait for your comeback and i'll countdown for your arrival. now, everyone already know that &lt;u&gt;schoolgirlislove&lt;/u&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/20388899-2420846949229620500?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2420846949229620500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2420846949229620500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2420846949229620500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2420846949229620500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-two-days-since-you-left.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfaUOUZ_8hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IQXcMeXqVMQ/s72-c/agggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7863559569454640904</id><published>2007-03-11T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfOXJkZ_8gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z89zdCinpTs/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040538598605058562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfOXJkZ_8gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z89zdCinpTs/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was a day out with the schoolmates + fadzil. as usual, we met at compass point at around 0300 pm eventhough we planned to meet at 0200 pm the day before. standard, &lt;em&gt;janji melayu&lt;/em&gt;. we then boarded the train to orchard and had our lunch at far east plaza. after the heavy lunch, they followed me to Checks to buy my new sneakers. okay, i love my new shoe. wisma atria is our next destination. ninie bought her clothes at forever 21 and it took her hours to choose the best one.&lt;em&gt; ninie, baju kau lawa laa, got heart heart! &lt;/em&gt;then, this was the time when we all get separated. mazlan and fie was already at heeren while me, hudaa and fieqah was still in wisma atria and the rest was sitting outside wisma atria. during that point of time, i then realised that their faces was starting to change mood. fcuked up faces and gloomy faces everywhere. we then walked slowly to somerset and proceed to yew tee for the Karya Tari 07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this was the time where we was all damn quiet and i can only see fake smiles on their faces in the train. we then arrived yew tee cc at around 0715 pm and we slacked at the block nearby while waiting for hamimmah, ain and fatin's arrival. i then collected all thier tickets and we rushed for our second row sits next to the percussion. finally, the schoolmates started to smile and laugh again. the azpirasi dancers are so professional. they have the &lt;em&gt;memek muka, &lt;/em&gt;synchronization, &lt;em&gt;gerak badan &amp;amp; tangan &lt;/em&gt;and mostly everything. and i really love the part when cikgu azmi with her daughter and son's dance together. damn happening shit! after the show we slacked at the block nearby again to wait for fatin's father to fetch her. and at that point of time, tears roll down their cheeks. many of them cried and it was saddening. just stay strong you guys! after a tragic minutes of silence, all of us burst with laughter due to hudaa's and mazlan jokes. we then camwhore all the way. at around 1030 pm we went back to the cc to meet cikgu azmi and we proceed home by taking the train to woodlands and 161 to sengkang. what a lovely day. &lt;u&gt;RAKANSEKOLAHADALAHCINTA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest father confiscated your hp. i don't really know how we can communicate. it was rather saddening that tomorrow you will be leaving singapore. and till now, i didn't hear anything from you. i really miss you and i definitely love you, gadisekolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-7863559569454640904?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7863559569454640904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7863559569454640904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7863559569454640904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7863559569454640904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-day-out-with-schoolmates.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfOXJkZ_8gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z89zdCinpTs/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2197494804368394977</id><published>2007-03-10T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfI7MUZ_8fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QxTm0WUi4jQ/s1600-h/love_by_volond[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040156015803232754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfI7MUZ_8fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QxTm0WUi4jQ/s320/love_by_volond%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what a gorgeous Saturday today. however, my sweet dreams are then being paused by the phone call from ntuc income. damn it, you operator had already crushed my dreams! but nevermind, i forgive you. hahahaa. so after that, headed to the toilet and bathe! and now, i'm sitting and facing the damn lagging computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was the effing unforgettable day of my life. i'm really looking forward for yesterday as it was maybe the last day till school re-open of meeting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt; as she will be going overseas for three days and had plans almost everday. waited for her for almost an hour and get to know that shes still with her friends. okay, i'm really pissed off that time. so, treated her badly by replying her sms in an inconsiderate manner. nurul ahhyin, nareeni, mazlan and me then proceed to ainy's house and i was like so fcuked up all the way. finally, i feel so bad about it and ask for her apology. oi, i love you laa. after slacking at ainy's crib for hours, we then proceed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the 62 bustop with atikah. ouh, and i'm really so delighted. we did talk last night and you really made my day! thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, its 10-march-2007 today. and yew tee cc will be helding Karya Tari and Azpirasi will perform. i'm still not sure what i'm gonna wear for this pretty night. i hope its gonna be great. but sadly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; can't go. i wish you were there tonight. till here! much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;gadissekolahadalahcinta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday was the last dance. and im sure im gonna miss you badly. i will be counting till day you come back from overseas. till here, i really miss you.&lt;/em&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/20388899-2197494804368394977?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2197494804368394977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2197494804368394977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2197494804368394977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2197494804368394977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-gorgeous-saturday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RfI7MUZ_8fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QxTm0WUi4jQ/s72-c/love_by_volond%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2488460924126394528</id><published>2007-03-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Re6SwqomXTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8B6gtfrMk_c/s1600-h/1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039126397850115378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Re6SwqomXTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8B6gtfrMk_c/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;a normal day in school. and i really love school. and rumours about having air-con in every graduating classes is now already a fact! coz just now, i overheard the conversation between mr. ang and some students. they will install the air-con after this holiday break. this will be definitely great. had ssp after school and did a retest which turned out to be copy-test. and i hope i'll pass my retest. after ssp, proceed to compass point with nurul ainy, nurul ain, fie and ninie. check out the converse sneaker and im gonna buy the green+white sneaker! after lunch at banquet, all of us proceed home. will be meeting nurul ainy and mazlan to do our art later. so yeahh, till here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;a day without you smiling at me will makes my day pretty dull. because of you, my friends get irritated easily when i kept talking about you in class. and when i saw you, i will stop what i'm doing and look at you eventhough you don't realise i'm there. when i received your sms, i felt like the most happiest person on earth eventhough you just reply "okay". i hope that i'm not too over excited on you because i know, you don't even care. however, this feeling is real. next week, you'll be off for three days. okay, i already know that i'll be missing you. and you, i have no more crushes on you. instead, i love you. &lt;u&gt;SCHOOLGIRLISLOVE&lt;/u&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/20388899-2488460924126394528?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2488460924126394528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2488460924126394528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2488460924126394528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2488460924126394528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/normal-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Re6SwqomXTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8B6gtfrMk_c/s72-c/1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7115666914314447835</id><published>2007-03-06T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RezsUqomXSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f2aErgJ2o08/s1600-h/blogg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661922906856738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RezsUqomXSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f2aErgJ2o08/s320/blogg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its Tuesday today. and, i always hate Tuesday. its the day when school ends at 2.30 pm, whereby we have to sit at hall from 1.30 pm to 2.30 pm for assembly that will definitely lead to leg cramps and continued by SSP from 2.45 pm to 3.30 pm and mldds training at 3.30 pm till 5.30 pm. and worse, carrying a schoolbag that humans always says&lt;em&gt; "kau bawak batu per pegi skolah?" . &lt;/em&gt;hahahaa, so random. due to all those things mention above, i didn't attend school today. here how it goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the song tercipta untukku was playing in my mind. and i then realised its my alarm clock! hahahaa, bodoh shit. i switched it off and my mom was already shouting outside forcing my sister to get change quickly as shes late. i then shouted at mother, "ibu, orang malas nak pegi skolah tau". and wow, she agreed but she asked me to pray first. not a problem! like everyone does, &lt;em&gt;"masok toilet, angkat air sembahyang lepas tu masok bilek, tutup pintu and leypak!".&lt;/em&gt; that's pretty common nowadays. i wanted to pray all these while, but when i started to be serious, something will pull me from doing it. &lt;em&gt;siak nyer syaitan&lt;/em&gt;. back to the story then, called hamimmah just to tell her i'm not going to school so she won't wait. then, messaged nurul ainy, mohd mazlan and fie that i'm not going to school. and most importantly, text-ed &lt;u&gt;schoolgirlislove&lt;/u&gt; saying that i'm not going to school.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i promise you i will go school everyday okay? and definitely, i want to see you after school ends today! even for a second! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we text-ed around 5 to 7 msg and i fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;here i am now, online with those kids who didn't attend school. two and a half more hours till SSP start. okay serious, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCHOOLGIRLISLOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/20388899-7115666914314447835?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7115666914314447835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7115666914314447835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7115666914314447835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7115666914314447835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-tuesday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RezsUqomXSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f2aErgJ2o08/s72-c/blogg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7342869926811660807</id><published>2007-03-04T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReqEbGVBM2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nB_oMOirEcA/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037984734257427298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReqEbGVBM2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nB_oMOirEcA/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its pouring heavily! and i really love the beautiful scent of the rain. try smelling it, and you will fall in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday, a day out with the schoolmates. camwhoring and stuffs. all were there except for mazlan who were absent for the outing. as usual, we went walking all over orchard road. but before that, we went to tan tock seng hospital to visit putri whom was admitted since last month. get well soon! after that, had our lunch at far east plaza and then we proceed to esplanade. there's some sort of function there regarding the chinese new year occasion. okay cool, saw many of them there! and at around 1000 pm, we rushed back to sengkang and slack with mazlan for awhile. and finally, we went home around 1100 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love the rain, i love the crush, i love you, schoolgirl.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-7342869926811660807?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7342869926811660807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7342869926811660807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7342869926811660807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7342869926811660807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-pouring-heavily-and-i-really-love.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReqEbGVBM2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nB_oMOirEcA/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6031494345605437177</id><published>2007-03-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RebRH7lUNsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ciF9MmWBLWU/s1600-h/August_sketches_by_aiRaGe[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036943167443973826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RebRH7lUNsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ciF9MmWBLWU/s320/August_sketches_by_aiRaGe%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i effing love the cool weather. its raining non-stop hits! &lt;em&gt;okay, aku bedek ah, dier berhenti sekejap jer. &lt;/em&gt;from drizzling to raining cats &amp;amp; dogs and back to drizzling and the cycle goes on and on. i hope the weather forecast stays this way everyday . "rain rain go away, come again another day" is a NO NO. i'm pretty sure that you guys love it too rather then the hot sun causing you to sweat. okay, stop it about the weather thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school, im starting to love school. and, i even look forward for school. reason why, i have nice friends, cool teachers and also the "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ihaveabigcrushonyou,schoolgirl&lt;/span&gt;". i'm loving chemistry and geog eventough i once detest the two subjects as they always pull my combined grades down. and, mldds really &lt;em&gt;rocks my shoes. &lt;/em&gt;i hope this will stay forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and parents, they had been understanding me all this while and i really appreciate the freedom they gave. maybe ah, they had undergo a seminar on &lt;em&gt;understanding&lt;/em&gt; their children. best best, two thumbs up for them! *kiss thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last thing, i wanna promote this book called "man and wife" by Tony Parson to you readers. okay, its a cool novel that will makes you go, "&lt;em&gt;gerek la seyy!&lt;/em&gt;". trust me, read it. and yeahh, the other books that was written by Tony Parson are also happening shit! so yeah, so long and take care readers!&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/20388899-6031494345605437177?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6031494345605437177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6031494345605437177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6031494345605437177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6031494345605437177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-effing-love-cool-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RebRH7lUNsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ciF9MmWBLWU/s72-c/August_sketches_by_aiRaGe%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7486488917646195855</id><published>2007-02-26T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLkWiLZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0aQ9SZ0eRks/s1600-h/SANY4653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035838409136526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLkWiLZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0aQ9SZ0eRks/s320/SANY4653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm here to blog again. i know it may be bored reading my everyday entry. but yeahh, this is my online diary. if not, what's blogspot meant for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so today, its a day out to asrezal's house after school hour due to the cancellation of SSP. all the schoolmates was there except for nurul hudaa. wasted sunset la seyy. well, the 6 of them went to rezal's house first while i followed farhana, mirin, mimmah, ain, athirah and other two guys to haugang area. after meeting them and slacking for awhile, walked home and get change. took three buses to rezal's house. slacked slacked at his house for around 3 hours and then proceed back home straight. for the whole day, i feel restless and get irritated easily over small things. till now, i can feel that brain kept pumping like the heartbeat rate. the feeling is like having brain freeze. i think, that's migraine. ouh fcuk, its painful and i felt dizzy at times. i hope its not that serious. maybe, its because of the hot pretty day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i really missed those times. its been 205 days since the broke-up. and jealousy towards the loving public kept intruding my heart and mind. okay, patience is virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ihaveabigcrushonyou,schoolgirl.&lt;/u&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/20388899-7486488917646195855?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7486488917646195855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7486488917646195855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7486488917646195855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7486488917646195855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-here-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLkWiLZ1mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0aQ9SZ0eRks/s72-c/SANY4653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-9004120754036265717</id><published>2007-02-25T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLpYCLZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jt18_XWkF2w/s1600-h/SANY4626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843932464469618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLpYCLZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jt18_XWkF2w/s320/SANY4626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry for not updating for a few days. lets start with yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;met up with rezal, ainy, nini and afiqah at compass point. we then proceed to vivo city as fieqah wanna get her brother birthday present. we walked all around vivo city and i did some shopping there. bought two pants at giordano which cost $60 altogether. after that went to topman and bought one black crew neck t-shirt. met zaini, ida, wan and syaf at toys r' us while waiting for mazlan arrival. had lunch at ljs and then proceed to town. walked all around town, up and down. there's chingay and all roads are close. therefore we cant cross and need to take a damn big round. went to topman at wisma again and get another polo tee. finally, we went back to compass point for slacking session and went home straight. and shit, i miss pesta perdana as i reached home at 11.00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;for today, played sepak takraw at sengkang with wan, ili, pek, sam and zack. while playing, the sound of kuda kepang percussion can be heard very loudly as its just near our court. after the game. we joined the huge crowd watching the kuda kepang in action. damn fascinating and scary. and one part. one of the guy who already menurun, look at us while shaking his head to the beat and chase us and we was like running away with fast heartbeat rate. overall, its fun although its quite scary. and so, i'm looking forward to the next outing to geylang to watch the kuda kepang again. best la seyy. till here.&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/20388899-9004120754036265717?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9004120754036265717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=9004120754036265717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/9004120754036265717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/9004120754036265717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorry-for-not-updating-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/ReLpYCLZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jt18_XWkF2w/s72-c/SANY4626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6317973838300838612</id><published>2007-02-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdxcsSLZ1lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yPhUgfNB3po/s1600-h/DSCF3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034000399357040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdxcsSLZ1lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yPhUgfNB3po/s320/DSCF3510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, its a day out with the schoolmates yesterday. but, before that, went to both grandmas crib. well, they live nearby. i mean, few blocks away. &lt;em&gt;cabut-ed &lt;/em&gt;from grandmas house at 0615 pm and walk to boon keng mrt station. on the way to bugis, ainy called and changed plan to city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, it was the first time The Schoolmates went out with no absentees. so, two siti's (fie and nie), three mohd's (rezal, mazlan and me) and also four nurul's (ahyyin, ainy, fiqah, hudaa). and nurul ainy brought natazsha too. and its been a few years since i last met her. lads and laddetes, thanks for the overwhelming welcome ceremony by clapping your hands loudly in the middle of the huge crowd! hahahaha,&lt;em&gt; giler &lt;/em&gt;but sweet! we walked to marina square and then slack at esplanade by the bay. and back to marina square where nurul ainy did her final shopping. we then train-ed back home to our hometown. that's all. fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was the rehearsal at National University of Singapore. so yeahh, its our first and last rehearsal to prepare for the upcoming SYF. and it turns out to be okay-okay. after that, the normal kids slack at block zero till 0730 pm. okay, cool day too! non-stop laughter! till here, thanks for reading!&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/20388899-6317973838300838612?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6317973838300838612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6317973838300838612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6317973838300838612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6317973838300838612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-its-day-out-with-schoolmates.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdxcsSLZ1lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yPhUgfNB3po/s72-c/DSCF3510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8791887051738635659</id><published>2007-02-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdlKRz6gM9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OPgiJaeQjWM/s1600-h/SANY3362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033135728417059794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdlKRz6gM9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OPgiJaeQjWM/s320/SANY3362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just so love yesterday. thanks eh, long-lost ex-schoolmate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, forget about just now okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shaa&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, hope to bump into you tomorrow! and finally, happy sixteen birthday! and, don't call me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adik&lt;/span&gt; as you are only three months older.&lt;br /&gt;so, today went out and proceed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ainy's&lt;/span&gt; crib. the taunt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ning&lt;/span&gt; session was canceled due to some problems. therefore, we slacked at her house. there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ainy&lt;/span&gt;, her two older sister with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boyfees&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mazlan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ninie&lt;/span&gt; and her sister and myself. we watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thailand&lt;/span&gt; ghost movie. and its effing scary! at around 0830 pm, all of us went home as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ainy&lt;/span&gt; need to go to her grandmas place. a great day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-8791887051738635659?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8791887051738635659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8791887051738635659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8791887051738635659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8791887051738635659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-loving-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdlKRz6gM9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OPgiJaeQjWM/s72-c/SANY3362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7377803199895413406</id><published>2007-02-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdgZmz6gM8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fCaIZXWoCdM/s1600-h/fhg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032800738147840962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdgZmz6gM8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fCaIZXWoCdM/s320/fhg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its was a day out with The Schoolmates yesterday. but sadly, nurul ahhyin and siti khafifah didn't join us. we met at compass point at around 0300 pm and then proceed to vivo city. went to Topshop, Forever 21 and Gap. however, when we came out from the store, none of us bought anything. due to the chinese new year eve, all the shops in the shopping centres was only open till late afternoon as the chinese had an reunion dinner which is likely part of their tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after an hour at vivo city, we train-ed to orchard to have our lunch at far east plaza. its a ghost town then! there's like only a small lot of humans walking all around orchard with shopping bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at around 0800 pm, we then proceed back to our area. instead of going home, the seven of us (nurul ainy, nurul hudaa, nurul afiqah, siti nareeni, mohd asrezal, mohd mazlan and me) went to ainy's house for a slumber party as her parents was on an holiday trip to kuala lumpur. we watch the movie Alexandria while eating the titbits and the food that ainy and me cook. overall, its a fun + tiring day. after a long period of camwhoring, hudaa and me proceed home at 1030 pm while mazlan, ninie and afiqah went home at 1100 pm. as for rezal, he sleptover at ainy's crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(announcement: to the schoolmates, on monday, 19 february 2007, ainy's holding a slumber party at her house. most of us will be sleeping over at her house. schoolmates, try to make this happen. its gonna be pretty great!)&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/20388899-7377803199895413406?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7377803199895413406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7377803199895413406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7377803199895413406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7377803199895413406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-was-day-out-with-schoolmates_18.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdgZmz6gM8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fCaIZXWoCdM/s72-c/fhg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-216365859540440674</id><published>2007-02-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdMQ7j6gM7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/5vjMH2VI298/s1600-h/Puppy_Love_by_jane_addiction[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031383824141923250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdMQ7j6gM7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/5vjMH2VI298/s320/Puppy_Love_by_jane_addiction%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;did i always type the phrase "i miss being in love" in most of my post? seriously, now, i realised that since last year, there's a lady whom still non-stop showering her love on me eventhough i once detest her. sorry for hating you and even broke your heart for numerous time. all i can say, you are my sweetest ex-girlfee. thanks for the non-stop smiles and the chaotic-ness when you saw me in school. eventhough my mates said that you're like a shiok-sendiri or what-so-ever, i'm not gonna agree as deep in my heart, that's really sweet of you. and, remember, we will always be friends okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now, i'm just waiting patiently for a new pretty love-story. and takers? hahahaa, till here. happy valentines day readers!&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/20388899-216365859540440674?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/216365859540440674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=216365859540440674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/216365859540440674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/216365859540440674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-i-always-type-phrase-i-miss-being_14.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdMQ7j6gM7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/5vjMH2VI298/s72-c/Puppy_Love_by_jane_addiction%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6349069436223652827</id><published>2007-02-13T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdHIFD6gM4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TJtuJ3WYDmQ/s1600-h/blogspot..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031022248025142146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdHIFD6gM4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TJtuJ3WYDmQ/s320/blogspot..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first of all, i wanna wish &lt;em&gt;takziah&lt;/em&gt; to one of the old badge rajawali crew who had just pass away a few days ago. &lt;em&gt;agar rohmu dicucuri rahmat,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;amin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay now, all humans people are like countdown-ing the day after today. okay la, not &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;, its only those with boyfee or girlfee la. the shops at shopping centres are all full of discounts due to valentines day. flowers which come in bouquet, watches, jewelleries, chocolates, electronic items and more. and in school we were like, exchange give la; &lt;em&gt;kau belikan aku rose, aku kasi kau rose balik&lt;/em&gt;. hahahaa, how cute. lets just see tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, chemistry common test are quite difficult but at least i can answer some questions. all thanks to nurulbelle for tuition-ning for the past few days. best best, and maths was like not enough time! damn it lah siaa. its only a common test, it doesn't affect the N' levels at all. but yeahh, i'm hoping for a good grade for my common test. &lt;em&gt;insyallah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after school had a short mldds training which turn out to be damn hilarious la sey. and then proceed to meet zaini and slack at hougang with both zaini and firdaus till 09.00 p.m. that's all, much love.&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/20388899-6349069436223652827?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6349069436223652827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6349069436223652827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6349069436223652827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6349069436223652827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-of-all-i-wanna-wish-takziah-to.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdHIFD6gM4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TJtuJ3WYDmQ/s72-c/blogspot..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4894218248787467953</id><published>2007-02-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdAiQz6gM3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8aeCAo3_ruM/s1600-h/middle"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030558455981683570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdAiQz6gM3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8aeCAo3_ruM/s320/middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the music in my blog which is soothingly playing on your desktop is currently my top favourite indon song. want it? tell me, and i'll send it to you via msn. okay now, everyone was like talking about valentines day which falls on 14 february yearly. i guess, that's the hottest topic for this few days. the watch-out-mates planned for a valentines day outing together. but sadly, i don't feel like going. have fun you couples!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;/u&gt;miss&lt;/u&gt; the time being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, had english and physics common test today. its not that hard afterall. i'm just nervous and afraid of tomorrow's paper which is chemistry and maths. nurulbelle will definitely kill me if i fail my common test. i'll try hard and remain persistence &lt;em&gt;la ehh!&lt;/em&gt; and mother told me, i'm like the next &lt;em&gt;harapan&lt;/em&gt; for the family. and, that means i need to succeed academically! ouh gosh, such a burden. hahahaaa. &lt;em&gt;insyallah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meeting nurulbelle at around 05.00 pm later to claim her notes which is beautifully written in her journal. thanks &lt;em&gt;tau&lt;/em&gt;! its useful, confirm shit. and maybe, going to study with her for awhile as she wanna help me with my chemistry. thanks &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; belle, you helped me alot of times already. just received an sms from zaini asking me to accompany him to haugang mall. okay &lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt;, since i'm free, i'll meet you guys tonight. that's all, much love.&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/20388899-4894218248787467953?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4894218248787467953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4894218248787467953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4894218248787467953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4894218248787467953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-in-my-blog-which-is-soothingly.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RdAiQz6gM3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8aeCAo3_ruM/s72-c/middle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2255950925263102405</id><published>2007-02-11T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rc6sBD6gM2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3fwqyX1OdkM/s1600-h/old+days..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030146968049955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rc6sBD6gM2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3fwqyX1OdkM/s320/old+days..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been awhile since i last update my blog. okay, i know that my blog is getting bored day by day. who cares, i'm treating it as my online diary and i will try updating it everyday although theres no readers. so, for the past few days, its mostly MUGGING day as my mates were having great fun out there. lets start;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously, thursday i had mldds and i tried stopping myself for a date-study with anyone as the day before i've already spent my whole afternoon meeting up with dee for mugging session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on last friday, the school organized a cross country run @ macritchie reservoir for all the students. okay, its quite fun though. the playing of water, the non-stop laughing, the scoldings from many teachers for coming in last although we are the first bunch to start off the race and many more. its a great day afterall. after that, went home and get change to meet lyra at tampines. we slacked at tampines and start mugging for chemistry. and get to know new peoples who have the same connection. okay cool. thanks lyra for the tuition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, woke up at around 1300 hrs as i'm damn tired. watched indonesian show at sctv which is quite funny + sad. at around 1600 hrs, nurulbelle was already sitting patiently at my bustop. i quickly got myself change and ran downstairs. we then proceed to the block near hougang green for study session. and nurulbelle, you are damn good in chemistry. i promise that i'll tuition you combine humanities one fine day. after that, we then slacked at around hougang mall area and sent her to the bustop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and humans, congrats for passing your o' levels. to those who didn't make it, theres always NAFA &amp;amp; LA' SALLE where elder brother decide to go. and worse, hes taking visual communication which im so into it. and worse of all, dad agreed eventough the fees were damn expensive! looks like, i've got no chance. damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and humans, the theme park which is located near hougang mall is a must go! its much more happening then escape theme park! and thats damn happening shit. go and take a look and you guys will go "WOW!!!!". hahaha, thats all. till here, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-2255950925263102405?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2255950925263102405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2255950925263102405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2255950925263102405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2255950925263102405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-update-my_11.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rc6sBD6gM2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3fwqyX1OdkM/s72-c/old+days..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-728922831783227792</id><published>2007-02-07T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcnMtH0YXuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dc4kScgEa8c/s1600-h/DSCF0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028775534500798178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcnMtH0YXuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dc4kScgEa8c/s320/DSCF0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, everyone was like so chaotic with the upcoming valentines day. being single now is like everything. its not that i can go around looking for girls! its actually like im free from anything. but, those memories of every single lovely thing with the ex's and oh's kept intruding my mind. sometimes, i get so envy with those couples quarelling down the aisle, laughing with each other in the bus and holding hands while walking. thanks to my novel which kept myself occupied all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after the pretty broke up with the 20th lady on 4 august 2006, im with many different girls per week. they are just crush whom somehow lighten up my day, but day after day some turned out to be not my type. okay, screw this! im not a cassanova. im like so easy to be in love and fall out of love. it is stated under my horoscope. new year resolution, let love come get me! ahahaaaa, i dont mind waiting for one than goin to more than one. patience is virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so today, a plain boring day in school. whole class recieved many scoldings from different teachers and im sick of it. escaped combined science ssp as dee was already waiting at tampines. so yah, its the first time meeting her. we spent the whole day laughing and irritating each other. great day ah dee and nice meeting you. thats all! thanks for reading + tagging readers.&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/20388899-728922831783227792?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/728922831783227792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=728922831783227792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/728922831783227792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/728922831783227792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-everyone-was-like-so-chaotic-with.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcnMtH0YXuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dc4kScgEa8c/s72-c/DSCF0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8697176247379794523</id><published>2007-02-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rch3pn0YXtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2yAAqW7jJc8/s1600-h/SANY4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028400540906184402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rch3pn0YXtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2yAAqW7jJc8/s320/SANY4410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate having short hair. and now, its like damn short. who cares, it will grow long one fine day. and yeahh, i'm down with a serious sorethroat + flu. common test is like in six days time. and, im like so stressed up. lets start mugging hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will be meeting dee tomorrow at tampines as shes willing to help me with my chemistry. its mugging time tomorrow. thanks eh SAWASS. hahahaha, lets just see &lt;em&gt;besok &lt;/em&gt;about what you say&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;and yeahh, i'm hating school nowadays. haiyo, don't ask me why. that's all, take care readers.&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/20388899-8697176247379794523?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8697176247379794523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8697176247379794523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8697176247379794523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8697176247379794523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-having-short-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rch3pn0YXtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2yAAqW7jJc8/s72-c/SANY4410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-5036563592334553006</id><published>2007-02-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RccQfX0YXsI/AAAAAAAAADk/aymh0oGNv10/s1600-h/DSCF2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028005640138153666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RccQfX0YXsI/AAAAAAAAADk/aymh0oGNv10/s320/DSCF2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, yesterday was a happening + quite pathetic day at emi's crib. theres emi, zaini, ida, shameer, fir and kelly. we watch Singapore vs Thailand. and we were like &lt;em&gt;semangat &lt;/em&gt;Singapura! happening la seyy. full of laughters and vulgars. after the match, we proceed home while zaini and ida taunt at emi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school today is a damn-ouh-plain-bored day! its like, theres nothing exciting about school. study, study and study. after school, proceed to Compass Point with ainy, mazlan and syafiqah for our lunch and then went to block zero area. we let it all out! talk about life, parents, humans, love and everything we could think of! finally, i felt much more better. so were they! and proceed home. will be going out later to meet the watch out mates for leypak session. that all! take care readers. *tagging at my tagboard is free.&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/20388899-5036563592334553006?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5036563592334553006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=5036563592334553006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5036563592334553006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5036563592334553006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-yesterday-was-happening-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RccQfX0YXsI/AAAAAAAAADk/aymh0oGNv10/s72-c/DSCF2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7946879195937471187</id><published>2007-02-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcL3QvNyOzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DGn9DxdDPSw/s1600-h/DSCF2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026852001023146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcL3QvNyOzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DGn9DxdDPSw/s320/DSCF2934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i noticed something, there's one kind of virus spreading all around Singapore. many of them are down with flu, sore throat and fever. and, i'm like one of them. the medication that the doctor gave to me didn't cure my sickness at all. i'm always with cardigan coz, its shitting cold eventough humans are perspiring. SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yeahh, school was as per normal. a plain and drop dead boring day. will be having madrasah at 7.45 pm later and i'm so nervous coz i'm new! damn it laaa, i always hate this feeling. okay, be strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tomorrow there's skafest at gashaus and i really wanna go as Comic Strip will be performing! there's rumours saying that the tix was already sold out. &lt;strong&gt;fcuk&lt;/strong&gt; ahh. so, maybe next other time. till here, take care readers.&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/20388899-7946879195937471187?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7946879195937471187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7946879195937471187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7946879195937471187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7946879195937471187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-noticed-something-theres-one-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcL3QvNyOzI/AAAAAAAAADY/DGn9DxdDPSw/s72-c/DSCF2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-2452832567936439345</id><published>2007-02-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcHgevNyOyI/AAAAAAAAADM/-K-pl33q_vs/s1600-h/blogs..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026545477797165858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcHgevNyOyI/AAAAAAAAADM/-K-pl33q_vs/s320/blogs..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its a match between Singapore and Thailand. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yeahhh&lt;/span&gt;, what a &lt;strong&gt;dramatic&lt;/strong&gt; match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;planned to go with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nurul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jannah&lt;/span&gt; and met the guys at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; but sadly, she was not going due to her extra class. therefore, met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;firdaus&lt;/span&gt; and proceed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;helmi's&lt;/span&gt; crib. so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;helmi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hairil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shameer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;zaini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; and me. bought some things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;whitesands&lt;/span&gt; and then boarded the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; station. the station was damn crowded with humans wearing red, whites and blue. okay, that's cool! we then walked all the way to national stadium. my pants tore when we climbed the railings. damn it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but its okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; its the shortcut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, we reached the stadium at around 0630 pm and group by group of humans crawling into the stadium which exactly look like ants from far away. at around 0740 pm, the stadium was already full except for some sits at the Thailand crowds. not crowds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, its &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;. the atmosphere was so unexplainable. damn &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fjsaffdgfkisvfksyqwrydherwsfhsyusfsiffi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i learnt one thing, 'going to the stadium really increase our sins due to the non-stop vulgarities'. and, it's proven true. every major and even minor mistake a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thailand&lt;/span&gt; player makes, we will go like ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;PRETT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;B*TO!!!&lt;/em&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; loving it so do the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the most dramatic part ever is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kentalness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the Thailand players which protest about the decision made by the referee. the Singaporeans fans was all damn pissed off and everyone started throwing plastic bags and papers and whatever we can hold on too. after much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;talkings&lt;/span&gt;, the match presumed and Singapore won 2-1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the best thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;51-ed home and straight to bed. saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my them there. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, sorry to those who saw me but i didn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tegor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i didn't see you guys except for the one who i handshake with&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;that's all, take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for pictures; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-2452832567936439345?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2452832567936439345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=2452832567936439345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2452832567936439345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/2452832567936439345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-its-match-between-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RcHgevNyOyI/AAAAAAAAADM/-K-pl33q_vs/s72-c/blogs..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-3099654676390259493</id><published>2007-01-30T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb837vNyOxI/AAAAAAAAADA/sVOLJyAx_BM/s1600-h/kiara..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025797208594856722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb837vNyOxI/AAAAAAAAADA/sVOLJyAx_BM/s320/kiara..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a normal boring day in school. and i'm like freezing cold during assembly while the rest are perspiring. okay, im sick! ergggh, i hate it when im sick. had mldds after school and proceed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saw daliana mom with little cute kiara. i really miss daliana + little kiara. its been a year since i saw the cute little toddler and she's already able to understand japanese. ouh, damn cute kiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;called up with the watch out mates to arrange the timing for tomorrow. so yeahh, final desicion, meet at tampines interchange by 4.15 pm coz im meeting nurul jannah first. and, i hope that singapore will win against thailand tomorrow. till here, take care readers!&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/20388899-3099654676390259493?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3099654676390259493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=3099654676390259493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3099654676390259493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/3099654676390259493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/normal-boring-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb837vNyOxI/AAAAAAAAADA/sVOLJyAx_BM/s72-c/kiara..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-956570795027125067</id><published>2007-01-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb3t3fNyOwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A7MM1DVrIts/s1600-h/SANY3994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025434296743246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb3t3fNyOwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A7MM1DVrIts/s320/SANY3994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it seems like everyone is on cloud nine. not &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;i guess. i'm like down with sore throat + slight fever. i'm like shivering eventhough the fan and air-conditioner was switched off. maybe, its all because of the cold wind rushing through or maybe not? okay, i'm sick! but, i already eat 5 different medicines per day? haiyo, who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after school, settle some matter with you-know-who and then proceed to block zero. okay, its an misunderstanding between us and the problem was already solved. slack at block zero with fie and ninnie and then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get change and met shameer as zaini and ida was waiting for us at jalan besar stadium. bought seven adults ticket for the finals. we suppose to get the child gallery tix which cost only $2. but, we ended up buying the adult gallery tix which cost $7. so yeahh, i'm holding two tickets now. for nurul jannah and myself. jannah, you must go okay! so, theres only zaini, ida, shameer, fir, helmi, jannah and me going for the finals as the others were not going. and we planned to do banners and stuffs. SEMANGAT SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after buying the tix, ida treat us an hour of pool at bugis. great game! at around 0630 pm, we proceed home. and i'm like shivering all the way home. damn it lah sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till here faithful readers. take care!&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/20388899-956570795027125067?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/956570795027125067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=956570795027125067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/956570795027125067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/956570795027125067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-seems-like-everyone-is-on-cloud-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rb3t3fNyOwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A7MM1DVrIts/s72-c/SANY3994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-5522818714862374673</id><published>2007-01-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:19.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbyg0PNyOvI/AAAAAAAAACo/dK85cFjyQyA/s1600-h/SANY3853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025068103536622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbyg0PNyOvI/AAAAAAAAACo/dK85cFjyQyA/s320/SANY3853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm just so stressed up with exams. O' level malays are in four months time, art coursework due date are in five months time and common test are in two weeks time. i really must start mugging! i mean, mug real hard. thanks to nurul jannah for being there to coach me on my combined subjects by this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school tomorrow? i hope there wont be any more problems like the last friday. don't bother asking me whose that guy. i won't let his identity out. so yeahh, i wish tomorrow will be great. and, that BELO. hahaahaaa. see you tomorrow too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm changing religious class due too my hectic schedule on every sunday. that means, i have no time to do my work and spent my day out with my mates. by changing it to every friday nights, i'll be able to spent my saturday and sundays without worries. that's fun. till here, take care readers!&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/20388899-5522818714862374673?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5522818714862374673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=5522818714862374673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5522818714862374673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5522818714862374673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-just-so-stressed-up-with-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbyg0PNyOvI/AAAAAAAAACo/dK85cFjyQyA/s72-c/SANY3853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-7501940711907712494</id><published>2007-01-27T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:20.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbr2Q_NyOuI/AAAAAAAAACc/A_678hhPkFg/s1600-h/SANY3769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024599105992800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbr2Q_NyOuI/AAAAAAAAACc/A_678hhPkFg/s320/SANY3769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really hate getting into stupid fights. but, yesterday, i'm just too fcuked up. it all started after school near the spiral staircase. he shouted at me and then walked towards me. and, i know that i didn't do any wrong to him and even his girlfee. he was like pushing me + talking nonsense. after he had said his last sentence, i jabbed his throat real hard. coz, i'm too fcuked up with his attitude. and he goes on saying why and all that stuff. and i pushed him real hard and then he walked away with his friends. maybe kid, you are just showing off infront off  your girlfee and your team mates. or, maybe you think that you can hit me when i'm alone there. but yeahh, that punch on your throat really do give a big impact on you right! so yeahh, think over it. KIDDOs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after that tragedy, proceed to block zero with mazlan, zil, ahhyin and ninie. slacked there before the SKY IDOL audition start. okay, sky idol is the same as singapore idol + the dance floor. the differences is, it is conducted in sengkang sec. ahhyin, ninie and me volunteered to help cikgu faezah for the event. i get to know that the contestants are damn talented. and yeahh, good luck lads and ladettes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went home straight and met up with siti at compass point at around 0815 pm. and its raining cats and dogs. well, its the first time meeting her. we then proceed to the library as i really want a new novel to read. borrowed the book IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW which is from the same author from the book PS I LOVE YOU. after that, she planned to walk back home from compass point to haugang. we walked under the drizzling rain and shared stories about our lives. and yeah, great day!&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/20388899-7501940711907712494?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7501940711907712494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=7501940711907712494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7501940711907712494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/7501940711907712494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-really-hate-getting-into-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Rbr2Q_NyOuI/AAAAAAAAACc/A_678hhPkFg/s72-c/SANY3769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4166664855951759510</id><published>2007-01-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:20.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbinEPNyOtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0U__7p8JzkY/s1600-h/SANY4178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023949075577453266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbinEPNyOtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0U__7p8JzkY/s320/SANY4178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now, im really looking forward for mldds training. its damn fun + cool especially with the musics on. so yah, schools great today. messaging non-stop in class and laughing out loud all the day. thanks to those funny guys. and, im loving physics! hahahahaa. escaped english ssp today coz im not in the mood to sit for a thirty minutes lesson. i get change and proceed to hamimmahs void deck and then 27-ed to school. and now, i just reach-ed home. thats all! thanks for reading and do flood my blog coz its like dead now!&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/20388899-4166664855951759510?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4166664855951759510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4166664855951759510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4166664855951759510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4166664855951759510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-im-really-looking-forward-for-mldds.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbinEPNyOtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0U__7p8JzkY/s72-c/SANY4178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4114946990507496429</id><published>2007-01-24T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbdSmvNyOsI/AAAAAAAAACE/zDXXxGdld7M/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023574734817868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbdSmvNyOsI/AAAAAAAAACE/zDXXxGdld7M/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't attend school today. woke up at around 0745 am and called hammimah. well, we actually planned not to go to school the night before. so, met at her void deck at around 0900 am and we then proceed to sengkang polyclinic. and its damn full of humans. the both of us finished consulting the doctor at around 1100 pm. we then walk to compass point banquet and have our breakfast. went back home to get things for study session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the two of us study at RC tilll around 0700 pm with non-stop laughter due to the lame jokes. okay, now i know that my hair is really that long. coz, i can tie it! (look at the picture above). and that hairband makes hamimmah goes real mad. we was like small kids threatening each other. she wanna do bad things on my watch while i really wanna throw her hairband due to her irritatingness. fun day la. and, i think that im having slight fever. shits laa. yeahh, thats it for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and, i finished reading PS I LOVE YOU. and it ended with an happy ending. readers, do promote any novels to me. thanks.&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/20388899-4114946990507496429?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4114946990507496429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4114946990507496429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4114946990507496429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4114946990507496429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/didnt-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbdSmvNyOsI/AAAAAAAAACE/zDXXxGdld7M/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-1959344368596463622</id><published>2007-01-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbYRuvNyOrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lp-n3eMVYYo/s1600-h/SANY3630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023221929024305842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbYRuvNyOrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lp-n3eMVYYo/s320/SANY3630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm hating school now. something seems like bothering me in school. and, i don't know what the hell is it. i love studying for goodness sake. but, i just don't know why. school=boredom. due to that, i'm not going to school tomorrow. first reason, i don't wanna go PE and ran all over sengkang like mad. secondly, i don't want to be caught for having LONG hair. issit long? stop it siaa. its normal okay. you can't expect me to cut it every month? i just hate having short hair! damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just a few chapters away till i reach the finishing line. PS I LOVE YOU is damn great la. its a must read novel okay! and, i'm going to look for another new title after this. and definitely i will get a book from the same author. best best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bloggers, do you love watching indonesian shows or movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jika luh suka, tonton-in filem my heart. bukan yang di movie itu sihh. tapik, di sctv. wahduhh, bagus bangat dong jalan ceritanya. mendingan, luh tonton saja sinetron nyar. kayak loving loving gituhh sihh. sumpah dehh.&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/20388899-1959344368596463622?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1959344368596463622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=1959344368596463622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1959344368596463622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1959344368596463622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-hating-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbYRuvNyOrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lp-n3eMVYYo/s72-c/SANY3630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8879196849639504294</id><published>2007-01-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbS1_nY4HhI/AAAAAAAAABs/deDcPqJ1l_U/s1600-h/Tripod_by_yourtenderlies[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022839588934655506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbS1_nY4HhI/AAAAAAAAABs/deDcPqJ1l_U/s320/Tripod_by_yourtenderlies%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this fcuked up feeling is still not fading. sorry about my previous post. i don't really love typing the negative side of me in this blog everytime. but, i'm forced to type just for the sake of clearing my toughts. nothing much happen today. im really happy having a day out with hamimmah that i didn't even think about my deadly sufferings. thanks eh mimmah. till here, coz i'm really not in the state of typing long long post. goodbyes.&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/20388899-8879196849639504294?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8879196849639504294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8879196849639504294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8879196849639504294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8879196849639504294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-fcuked-up-feeling-is-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbS1_nY4HhI/AAAAAAAAABs/deDcPqJ1l_U/s72-c/Tripod_by_yourtenderlies%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-939464353585471387</id><published>2007-01-21T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbNwg3Y4HgI/AAAAAAAAABg/rT8r0YR-Zho/s1600-h/SANY4089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022481719374650882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbNwg3Y4HgI/AAAAAAAAABg/rT8r0YR-Zho/s320/SANY4089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was just another fcuked up day for me. i wonder what are the things that actually spoils my mood. friends? well, they are still there--i wished. i guess, they are having real fun out there. but nevermine, i just love being alone in the corner and listen to the dead silence piercing tru my ears. i'm just so emotionally fcuked up with my life and feeling so restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whats the cause of it? i wish i knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met lala in the evening just to settle some things. an hour train ride to boon lay and an hour back to haugang all alone. concentrating on my novel all the time with my earphones contributing musics and start gazing on the humans around me. i smiled to myself and really wish to be in their soul. i really really envy all of them. they were like so happy with their love ones. where else, i'm just so fcuked up with my family and my surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really hate being in this state of mind. i wish they knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm not close with mother, father, brother and sister. i only get a chance to talk to them when we were fighting over major and even minor problems. other than that, we just remain silent. a very awkward silence. where is the love sia? am i like a stranger to my family? i'm truly lack of love. and, i really mean it. they pampered my other siblings more than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and because of that, i like staying outdoor. i wish they knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my daily routine? woke up for school and try my very best to go home late. reach home, and get out from my crib to meet my mates and sometimes prefer being undisturbed. around late evening, stare at the computer screen viewing peoples blog and reading about their happy days. and then slept all the way till a new day comes. and it goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when can i have a simply pretty day? i wish i knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;honestly, me eyes now are flooded with tears and yet, it doesn't even roll down my cheek. call me an emo kid! i don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just don't know what had really get into me. i really really wish i knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't need any sympathy from anyone. i wrote this just for the sake of clearing my hearts and soul. i don't own any diaries which supposingly to be wrote down by ink. i'm treating this as one--an online diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbNwg3Y4HgI/AAAAAAAAABg/rT8r0YR-Zho/s72-c/SANY4089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-6131320918974766626</id><published>2007-01-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbGzU3Y4HfI/AAAAAAAAABU/JG1XvSESN1g/s1600-h/SANY3642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021992230541860338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbGzU3Y4HfI/AAAAAAAAABU/JG1XvSESN1g/s320/SANY3642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its asrezal seventeenth birthday today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and yeahh, besok, its the schoolmates outing to celebrate your birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, do make yourself free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;going out in a few minutes time to meet hamimmah as she need big help for her art. a year ago, i've already promised her if she has some troubles on her art, i'll definitely help. so yahh, got to meet her. at around 0400 pm, i had to rush back home to get ready for work. todays location is at bukit timah as the bridesgroom family prefer using the ballroom. i hope its fun. till here, take care readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she's calling me non-stop to go down now.&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/20388899-6131320918974766626?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6131320918974766626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=6131320918974766626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6131320918974766626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/6131320918974766626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-asrezal-seventeenth-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbGzU3Y4HfI/AAAAAAAAABU/JG1XvSESN1g/s72-c/SANY3642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-5824245797258897497</id><published>2007-01-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbDC53Y4HeI/AAAAAAAAABI/G0DOkqVwolQ/s1600-h/SANY0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021727883894726114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbDC53Y4HeI/AAAAAAAAABI/G0DOkqVwolQ/s320/SANY0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the novel PS I LOVE YOU really happening lah sey. and, i was like at chapter nineteen now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just now, during lesson, i broke the silence by laughing out loudly due to the funny novel. everyone was like staring at me! and, im drop dead paiseh. sometimes, my eyes was like flooded with water due to the touching sentence and the romantic + tender story. thanks eh ahhyin for borrowing the book to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yah, school was as per normal just now. concentrating in class is the thing that im into now. ainy and mazlan was always there to enlightened my day in school. hahahaa, funny humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met up with sarah after school and proceed to compass point KFC. ahmad and sheila didn't tag along as they had something to do. sarah ate zinger meal and i ate banditto pocket meal. and she was damn shy to tuck in her food. but at last, shes the one who finish eating it first. hahahahaa, &lt;em&gt;belo &lt;/em&gt;you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;walked back to school as she had to go to temasek poly for the open house. i rushed home straight and get myself changed to meet the two nuruls--ainy and afiqah. the three of us then arrived at rezal house at around 0330 pm and slack at his crib till his parents come home. get out of his place and 69-ed to temasek poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met many of my mates there and they all look different already. saw sarah in TP but i guess, she didnt saw me. walk all around TP and i was like searching high and low for the visual communication course. i think, im in love with TP. humourous and cool people they have there! i want to get into temasek design school and take visual communication! but, it was like, i will only end my o' level in the next year? &lt;em&gt;insyallah&lt;/em&gt; la ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get out of TP and 69-ed to tampines mall for our lunch at long john silver. saw sarah again, and she didnt saw me! hahahahaa, &lt;em&gt;padahal depan depan&lt;/em&gt; seyy. we then walk at century square and next stop, library. we was like the noisiest ones in the library. we laugh our arse out as if our father owns that library. then, waited for asrezal father to fetch us. in the car, we were like so &lt;em&gt;kebudak-budakkan&lt;/em&gt; and asrezal dad is a great joker! hahahaa, plus her sister too! his mother was so motherly la sehh. so good + nice. great day with them--the combination of nuruls and mohds!&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/20388899-5824245797258897497?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5824245797258897497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=5824245797258897497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5824245797258897497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5824245797258897497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/novel-ps-i-love-you-really-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RbDC53Y4HeI/AAAAAAAAABI/G0DOkqVwolQ/s72-c/SANY0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-5348948309015284998</id><published>2007-01-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra94xHY4HdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pT7qpjZBmoE/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021364894733704658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra94xHY4HdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pT7qpjZBmoE/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, today's school life is per normal. lessons are quiet boring without ainy. aku admit la, kau takder boring! but, mazlan seems so irritating yet fun. we sing along and dance along in class. hahahaha, thats awesome siakks. had english ssp with mrs suresh after school and a long mldds trainings. new cool ragams that we had to store it in mind. just a normal day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asrezal birthday and noraisha birthday is in two days time. wahh, best ehh korang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess, thats all. and yeahh, going for a dating at kfc to eat zinger burger with sarah and maybe with ahmad and shiela. till here, take care readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;humans, do stop it with that rumours. had i ever tell you people that im attached? its N-O. im not attached to anyone. i repeat myself just for the sake of those blind people. IM NOT ATTACHED = S-I-N-G-L-E. *nurul and me are nothing! not a couple okay. yeahh, im leading a single life. and, its preety cool actually. but, i do miss the time being with someone la. ouh, stop it! those sweet memories kept haunting me.&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/20388899-5348948309015284998?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5348948309015284998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=5348948309015284998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5348948309015284998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/5348948309015284998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-todays-school-life-is-per-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra94xHY4HdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pT7qpjZBmoE/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-1223444985730104164</id><published>2007-01-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:21.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra4QxXY4HcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TSmNWijt-rA/s1600-h/SANY4202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020969074842672578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra4QxXY4HcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TSmNWijt-rA/s320/SANY4202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, i really have to brush up on my english and stop using such cliche words. thats why, whenever i go out, i bring a novel along just for the sake of upgrading my english. now, i really love reading. it makes my imagination go wild! ninnie borrowed me her english book- PS I LOVE YOU and its really a great book. nurul ainy was also reading that same book since yesterday which she borrowed it from nurul ahyyin. best kan ainy! im already at chapter four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i woke up at 0645 am today and i can't really open my eyes coz im dead tired. told mother that i don't feel like going to school today. she didn't nag much, she just agreed. back to lala land. woke up at 1245 pm and get change. went out of my crib at around 0130 pm and took the bus to sengkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im preety sure that she will get angry after waiting for me for half an hour. apologised and then proceed to block zero to meet mazlan, fad, sya and hetty. got to know that many kids was absent for school today. they then went back to school for science ssp while me and nurul walk towards compass point to fill our stomach. ate at kfc and those kids in uniforms there are all hilarious and looks like hooligans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after hug and kisses, she went back to school while i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i envy those people with bestmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel that i have one, but its just an imaginary one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im too engrossed with my life nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im happy that im back with nurul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks.&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/20388899-1223444985730104164?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1223444985730104164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=1223444985730104164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1223444985730104164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/1223444985730104164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-i-really-have-to-brush-up-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Ra4QxXY4HcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TSmNWijt-rA/s72-c/SANY4202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-4969271873602449730</id><published>2007-01-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RazFgXY4HbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwHv5dicb7U/s1600-h/36621771324310l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020604844436102578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RazFgXY4HbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwHv5dicb7U/s320/36621771324310l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouh, its becoming effing stressing nowadays. with extra class that will be held everyday after school hours till late afternoon which they name it as SSP. its Self-Study-Programme actually. furthermore, lessons are getting more serious and the teachers are now even strict towards such small tragedy. they can flare up easily. next, money here and money there. need to pay for assessment books, files and even paper that was photostat-ed by our teachers. okay, what the hell. im starting to hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouh, im totally enjoying every single day of my life. a little bit of stress is just another part and parcel of life. life, for me is just full of ups and downs. well, who loves the "downs" rite? one thing, i do believe in karma too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its already five months being un-attach. but, it doesn't mean that im really so desperate for one. im just waiting for the right time to get into the stage call "boyfee &amp; girlfee". lets just see. but now, i love her cos she confess that she love me since last year break-up. im stuck. do assist me - i need advice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouh, that's everyday human that you will meet. now, friends are like eternity. we normally fought in class due to some short misunderstanding. and some just dont have the sense of humour. throwing tantrums at everyone. i know, everyone are different. i really have to admit that i scuk big time too. but now, i feel that sixteen years old is known to be an adult already. i really hate those little childish act of some people such as, "i don't want to friend you". wthell?, think about it! it still exist somewhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wrote all this just for the sake of expressing everything out from my heart. yeahh, thats al. much love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-4969271873602449730?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4969271873602449730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=4969271873602449730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4969271873602449730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/4969271873602449730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-ouh-its-becoming-more-stressing.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RazFgXY4HbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwHv5dicb7U/s72-c/36621771324310l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-8736186570255179221</id><published>2007-01-14T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:22.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Raous3Y4HZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6bDN_DfcSgc/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019876082975251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Raous3Y4HZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6bDN_DfcSgc/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woke up at 1200 pm due to the noise that was contributed by the thunder, handphones and parents talking out loudly. they were all waiting for me at woodlands. so yah, i bathe and then get myself change. 161-ed to woodlands and they are all there. there were zaini+ida, wan+syafiqah, helmi, shameer, firdaus and me. well, those who without the "+" are known to be single for that day. hahahahaha, what a term. we then proceed to republic poly as they were having an open house. we walked all around, play games and tried out some cool stuffs. its a cool poly after all! ida are one of the students there and that means, we wont get lost in that huge building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we get our arse there at around 0500 pm and we then proceed to sharifah house whom was a friend of ida. after waiting for them to get ready which took like half an hour, we cab-ed down to pasir ris park. pit 31 was thier spot. its actually ida and her ex pri-schoolmates pit, but we are there just the as an extra. we start for them the fire and they start bbq-ing. at around night time, we then get close with them and get to know each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there were shamee, ifah, nadya, adnand, hazam, q, ain, sharifah, two guy, us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, they are cool people actually! we played card games and the stake was chili sauce + hershey's chocolate. and its was like "yewwwwww". ergh, it really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and ifah really looks the same like hetty(ex and ohs). her appearance, the way she talk and the way she laugh. its damn similar. hahahhaa, big shock!at around 1100 pm, the others left leaving zaini+ida, shameer, firdaus, helmi, ifah and me behind. we then walk our way out and shameer, firdaus and me cab-ed down to hougang at around midnight. the others all went to helmi's crib to watch manchester united game. i bet 3-1. and hey! i win the bet! wohhoooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woke up at around 1100 am and get change. met up with zaini at khalifa at around 0100 pm for our late breakfast. proceed to compass point to meet ann, lynn and shameer. all of us then took 89 to downtown east for the sake of playing bowling. but, its close due to the renovation. fcuk annoying sia! we then walk all the way to the 81 bustop and took the bus to kovan for a game of bowling there. and guess what! i got 98 points which insist of two strikes and that was my first game of my life sia. and im the winner. happening ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mrt-ed down to hougang and ate at joe's corner. at around 0720 pm, zaini, shameer and me went to meet firdaus at kedai mama. talk talk for a while and then we went home. thats all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and tomorrow, there's a date with nurul after school. hahahaha, best best.&lt;/span&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/20388899-8736186570255179221?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8736186570255179221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=8736186570255179221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8736186570255179221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/8736186570255179221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-woke-up-at-1200-pm-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/Raous3Y4HZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6bDN_DfcSgc/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-116860733716874411</id><published>2007-01-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:58:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RaoyenY4HaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7tHMxnKWm3U/s1600-h/thats..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019880236208627106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RaoyenY4HaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7tHMxnKWm3U/s320/thats..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whats the &lt;s&gt;hottest&lt;/s&gt; topic in sengkang secondary school this few days? certainly, its the beautiful war going on between MLDDS and HOCKEY. well, it may seem childish but hey, tell you what SOME of the hockers are just hypocrites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so readers, let me share you a story regarding mldds(do read, especially the hockers!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the old days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when skss was just newly-born, mldds was like among the first cca in the school. and, yeahh, great students join mldds. theres many activities such as kompang, dikir barat and tarian. year by year, the number of kids increase. i mean, increase rapidly! in the year 2002, mldds won the best cca award in school. thats what the seniors told me la. and, its not a fiction, its the FACT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2004-2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were once led by miss maslinda and miss sazryna. but sadly, miss maslinda was shifted to media club and miss sazryna was shifted to hockey. we did bring glory to school. two zero zero five, we get silver for SYF and its already a WOW. the manpower in mldds was like so damn alot when i was the new kid there. year by year, the number reduce due to the lack of tradition and thinking of the new sec one kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2006-2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, we still move one and get our arse into competitions and many performances. there were only four guys left in mldds. mushlihin, fadzil, mazlan and me. now, we are concentrating for our syf this year and hope we will attain gold or better, gold-with-honour. lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;screw this!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna screw this thing in those brains of the stupid kids who critic us.&lt;br /&gt;dancing, or should i say, TARIAN is not only for girls. they are for guys too. doesn't mean a guy who dance or used to dance are all bapoks or ah-qua. get your facts ride. okay, i can't deny that there is no bapok la. there is, but not all. i mean, they are born that way. lets take mushlihin as an example, his those fierce guy in the street with fierce look and attitude. but, he still dance! i know many guy tarian dancers who are those gangster with tatoo all over thier bodies and went in out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;kita berjoget kerana kami sayangkan seni dan tradisi. jika semua sudah luperkan seni, di mana letakknya kami. thats the defination that always stay in my mind all these while.&lt;br /&gt;so people out there, get your facts right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FROM MLDDS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gonna do with you guys if we didn't get ourself a gold for all competitions? that doesn't mean, we suck.&lt;br /&gt;remember! &lt;u&gt;who&lt;/u&gt; help out you guys when the girls division in hockey are lack of players. the &lt;u&gt;mldds&lt;/u&gt; kids help you ladies and the even &lt;u&gt;lied&lt;/u&gt; to us just for the sake of turning up for &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; trainings. without thier help, i think you guys wont get the glory! and, for your information, &lt;u&gt;your teacher use to be part of mldds&lt;/u&gt;. why dont you guys just discriminate her?&lt;br /&gt;and, most importantly, we &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; dicriminate your cca before and why the fcuk some of you called us names such as "mats" and "minahs" and also stopping the sec ones from joining our cca? why ah? seriously, thats crap! childish act i should say!&lt;br /&gt;one thing, just watch out! hahhahhaa, im serious. i mean, WE are serious! go cry to your teacher in-charge! i think, she won't be happy if she knows that you guys are acting this way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats all i have to say. sorry to those who feel they are being accused. coz, its my blog, my say. futhermore, its all the FACT.&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/20388899-116860733716874411?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116860733716874411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116860733716874411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-hottest-topic-in-sengkang.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAF6HgRsTvw/RaoyenY4HaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7tHMxnKWm3U/s72-c/thats..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-116826487327158354</id><published>2007-01-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:01:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/487849/123456789[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/785237/123456789%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally i changed my blogskin and it took me only an hour to do it. thanks to nurul ainy for the minor help. hahahaha, besok i'll get one snickers for you! so yah, do comment on my tag board regarding my new layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life was so miserable nowadays with rumours. fcuk up sia. humans, stop asking stupid questions and giving lame sarcasm. i think, i must adapt with the term "ignore". reason why - i can't make people to shut thier sweet lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about sarah and me, we are not together as what you people think. and &lt;u&gt;is it wrong if we are close and sit together during recess&lt;/u&gt;? and, &lt;u&gt;is it wrong if we talk in the phone and msn till late&lt;/u&gt;? come on KIDS, wake up la! &lt;u&gt;being together does not mean, boyfee and gerlfee&lt;/u&gt;. so, stop accussing and get a life! stop bothering about peoples life. furthermore, it does not bother any of you kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything that is stated above thereis just for the sake of screwing it up to those who make-up-rumours brain. yeahhh, im not into the mood of typing that much today. so yah, take care!&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/20388899-116826487327158354?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116826487327158354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116826487327158354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116826487327158354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116826487327158354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-i-changed-my-blogskin-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116807111028332196</id><published>2007-01-06T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:11:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/411574/SANY4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/425748/SANY4077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY wanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;finally you're fifteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gerek kan kener sabotach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY diyana and dayana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you two are fifteen also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cool ahh, have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so yah, reached school at 0735 pm today and we are consider late. hairil, aliff, hammimmah and me tried to walk away from mr zul by walking towards the two busses which was parked at the porch but we we cought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"don't try to run away, come here, you guys look like thief!" mr zul says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we then walk towards the whole group of latecomers with our paisey face. damn it! theres like 70 late comers and they had this so called "fcuking angry" expression on thier faces. the huge lot of us had to repeat the school songs for many times till mr zul was satisfied. and i sang like about 7 times? irritating siaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went back to class after that and lesson goes on as per normal. recess! ate with ahmad, ashiela and a newcomer, sarah! hahahaha, finally you dare to sit. had mother tongue after recess for an hour and school ended. proceed to block zero with fadzil, mazlan, sha, fatin and fie. yeahh, its our oxygen place! hahahaa, you know, i know. after a suspend tragedy happened, we all went back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CCA carnival, i felt that it gonna be fun but its damn lame! there only 20+ joing mldds? one word, "LAME". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;slack at the block nearby school with fazli, fie, nini, mazlan and hamimmah from 0530 pm till 0930 pm. and time pass by so fast. went home and chat with preety-cute LADY. see you in phone! hahahaa. thats all!&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/20388899-116807111028332196?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116807111028332196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116807111028332196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116807111028332196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116807111028332196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-wanie.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116791555736515466</id><published>2007-01-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:59:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/238246/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/769892/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAREENI.&lt;br /&gt;now you're sixteen already!&lt;br /&gt;thats old, hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so yah, its the second day of school today. reached school at 7.30 am again eventhough hamimmah and me had already change our meeting time to 7.00 am. thank god that they havent start catching the latecomers and sent to detention. firstly, had our so called "lesson" in ava room as my class BLACK OUT since yesterday. a few minutes later, we went back to class as its already repaired. my hair is already so damn short and i still get cought by miss khal. well, who cares! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;broke off with sha today after stead-ing for a day only. yeahh, we dont have that thing called "CHEMISTRY" between us. and i felt its better off being friends with her. she also agreed and yah, we are now okay. back to single again. yeahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all these while i kept looking out of the classroom every minute? and, i felt so happy when she walk pass by as her class was at the same level. and she even smiled at me! sweet + cute la dier! i can't wait for tomorrow. hahahaa, pathetic sia faisal. yeahh, thats all!&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/20388899-116791555736515466?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116791555736515466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116791555736515466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116791555736515466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116791555736515466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-nareeni.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116782818969313470</id><published>2007-01-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:43:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/820008/hidup%20melayu..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/249633/hidup%20melayu..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its the first day of school. and im loving today.&lt;br /&gt;so, as per normal, met hamimmah under her void deck and off too school. but now, theres no firdaus and daliana and i miss those time going to school with them. so, took the 7.20 am bus and reach school at 7.30 pm. first day and im late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;walked into the school parade square acting like a GEEK so i will not get cought for my higlights. actually i dyed it black but theres still some patches that i miss out. damn it. but yah, never kena cought coz maybe its the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i can say that school is so damn poor now. last few days, theres black-out and when i step into class today, the equipments are all broken and not yet fixed? haiyaa, and everyone was complaining non stop. but yeahh, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im gonna love this year coz great and happening teachers will be teaching my class. best best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another best thing is, i saw ashiela and yeahh, its great as we still can eat together. so, recess is with ahmad and ashiela. best lah seyy! the whole day in school are only for interacting with our form teacher who we already know him a year ago? so yahh, talk non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went out from class and hurried down to the porch area as hamimmah's waiting. aniway, shes one of my closefriend. saw missah and syed outside school. finally i saw her. aku miss kau siol missah! after that, straightaway took 161 and headed home and then went out again for mldds. saw daliana at the coffee shop and she force me to hug her! hahhaa, so yahhh, big and comfy hug. i miss them siaa! back to the story, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mimmah and me came late. thank god, theres no teacher in-charge. thirty minutes of training and fadzil, mush, shafiqah and me proceed to blok zero. slack slack and yeahh, got to know things and im smiling all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;got home, message her and finally, we are together after three years of knowing each other. surprising? hahaha, diam!&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/20388899-116782818969313470?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116782818969313470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116782818969313470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116782818969313470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116782818969313470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116765403966416203</id><published>2007-01-01T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:20:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/343065/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/2932/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;first of all, im here to wish you readers out there a HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whats your new year resolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so yah, LAST YEAR, i mean yesterday la. it was hari raya haji + new year eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as usual, had to wake up early in the morning for hari raya haji prayer. after prayer, met up with shameer, firdaus and zaini for a feast at shameer's house. i really love the nasi briyani turkey that his dad cook. nice nice, thumbs up. rushed home after a long chit chat at shameer's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cabbed to neneks house for af family gathering. and i noticed that my cousins from moms side had grown up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after that, proceed to my another gradma house which is on my father's side. everyone was there and its damn chaotic. at around 05.00 pm, one by one of my cousins cabot from grandma house. i then cabbed home alone at around 08.00 pm as im already late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;met up with zaini, shameer, helmi and ida. we get the things that we need for the countdown session and the worse part is my havaianas slick PUTUS! damn it siaa, $50 burnt just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;waited for firdaus and its normal la. LATE! mrt-ed down to harbour front and reached sentosa around 11.00 pm and one more hour to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TWELVE O'CLOCK! booooooom! the fireworks explode into the air and its damn nice but too bad, the trees at sentosa beach covered it. so yeah, we wished everyone out there a happy new year eventhough we dont know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we then find a place to settle down and we had fun there. listen to songs and start to re-cap about the year 2006 and started to make songs due to our boredom. well, shameers damn funny! WATCH OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we lit up candles and sit in circle and enjoy till we smelt the morning dew. yeahh, walk from pahlawan beach till vivo city and its damn tiring! ZOUK OUT! tempting siaaa. i'll be there in two years time! laugh our lungs out in the train for some reason ahh! "hisap rokok....minum beer!" stop it siaa the song! *im laughing now sia and thanks to shameer! hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reached home at 08.00 am and i sleep till 5.00 pm. damn tired sia. and now, i just came back home. went for a haircut just now. I HATE SHORT HAIR SIA. fcuk ehh. two more days to school. wohhooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to pass my n' level with flying colours and get myself to sec 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;about girlfee? i already promise "the schoolmates" that i won't have any more girlfee ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but ehk, tak salah kan kalau aku take back my words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahahahaha, thats all and i want to start enjoying life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;INSYALLAH.&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/20388899-116765403966416203?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116765403966416203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116765403966416203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116765403966416203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116765403966416203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-of-all-im-here-to-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116745888028372756</id><published>2006-12-30T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:14:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/537377/SANY3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/602995/SANY3785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its a long time since i update my blog. due to my stm, i've forgotten what i did on last few days. so today, i wont really blog as the way i use to by writing shits and love that happen on my everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;school is going to be open in FOUR days time. and im so geared up for school. one thing that i will really miss is those person that im with during my recess time and in-between of remediales. ashila, daliana, firdaus, ashraff, nazeera. but as for firdaus case, we often meet la for leypak session but as for the rest we seldom see each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we laugh out loud and listen to each others problem till the end of recess. challenge who will finish eating as the last one will help to clear the plates away. small fight that will occur every week and some mengumpats. sometimes, it was only daliana and me, shila and me and eera and me eating together as the others was absent. we sat at you people class coriddors and talk talk talk and go to our usual place after school together. when i look around, i was like the only one mixing with the big seniors and its great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and now, i really swear that i will miss those times with you great peoples sia. during my secondary three life, it will be effing bored if you people was absent for school. but next year, i wont know what will it be like without you people. im scared that when i passby the table where we all use to sit together, memories will cameby. so yeahh, you guys are not part of sengkang sec kids animore, so yeah, good luck out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this year holiday was the most memorable one for me. yeahh, lifes wonderful with "the schoolmates", "the mates", "lagun sari part-timers" and "tepak sireh part timers".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"the schoolmates".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;went out with them like twice a week and its damn great. we went shopping, watch movies and went almost the whole singapore. a day with them will be a day with non-stop laughter and bright flash coming out from huda or my camera. even a day when we are all plan-less, it will really turn out to be happening by the end of a day. ainy said, when school re-opens, there will be no more "the schoolmates" as they will be back with thier own clan. so yeahh, its great and fun with you guys. terima kasih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"the mates".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there's firdaus, shameer, helmi, zaini, wan and harun. fun and funny people la. meet them everyday especially zaini. this holiday its was damn great taunt-ning with them and slacking till late. sharing different stories and stupid tales. play soccer and others but its mostly slacking session. eating at khalifa at night and go shopping. and theres ida too! shes fun and kind and yeahh, had an hilarious laughter. its greaattt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"lagun sari part-timers".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;theres shameer, harun, zaini, ann, lynn, syaza, had, ayu and our manager sherman. twice a week there will be work with lagun sari and most of us will be there working together and having fun. ann was like my second mother as she will call me everyday for a short talk and even call just for the sake of asking where am i and asked to take care. we was like one big family leypak-ing at starbucks and jalan kayu. best best! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"tepak sireh part-timers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the crew insist of abang rashid, kak nnn, marni, oleh, reza, shakeer, tuti, acap, ainy, ain, hudaa. its great working with you people even theres those kanchongs. and, you guys happening shit ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the most happening holiday in my life eventough im not out for overseas. love you guys ahh! bukan gay ehh! hahahahaa. and the best part is, i get to meet new friends and nice people like those mention above. well yeahh, till here. take care!&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/20388899-116745888028372756?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116745888028372756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/855796/SANY3510rtt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/630299/SANY3510rtt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just a normal monday. set alarm clock at 1200 pm and switch on the computer. update stuffs with some music cracking the speaker.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;chat with sarah whom was also known as nude in winter. not the old sarah okay. so, chat with her for quite long as boredom strikes the both of us. we had mostly everything in common except for our gender la. such as fav colour, drinks, fast food restaurant, birthday 3 days away, interest, songs and much more. cool rite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i used the computer for already six hours and sister come into the room shouting and pleading me as she wanna use the computer. at around 0600 pm, met up with zaini, helmi, shameer and firdaus and we slack till around 1030 pm. we talked about many things and especially our future! hahaha, we know, you dont know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;starting from today, i'll started doing countdown for school re-open and im all geared up. i can't wait to complete my n levels and o levels and get into nafa or la 'salle for photograpy course. sarah also wants the same! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so yah, i set my alarm clock so i can't be late for any plans. well, for todays case, i can't really hear the soothing "my heart" song. maybe, my pillows accidently covered it. it means, i didnt woke up for mldds and im in dead shit! but, its my first time absent for this holiday training. so, cikgu should close one eye ahh. recieved 4 incoming calls from ainy, nasha and two from fadzil. and also one irritating msg from ainy saying that there is mldds again tomorow and one short msg from sarah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hate a day without any plans. so, waiting for plans from my mates and raining = wont wake up. i want to go shopping as i really want that cardigan at topshop today. but "the schoolmates" didnt want to go out as its raining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if you guys had been wondering what the hell or who the hell is "the schoolmates"? i actually name it when fie's having problem with this small kiddo! so, "the schoolmates" was established on this holidays when we start to get close with each other. theres' nurul I (ain), nurul II (hudaa), nurul III (afiqah), Nurul IIII (ainy) which is the four closemate including fie, ninnie, asrezal, mazlan and me. i know it amy sound so childish. but yeah, its cool to be one of us. ask them!&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/20388899-116711262009425435?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116711262009425435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116711262009425435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116711262009425435'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/106964/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LAST THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i seriously forget what happened on thursday. maybe, i have this illness called Short-Term-Memory. sometimes, i even forget what i did a few minutes back. haiya, thats life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LAST FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yasmin persuade me to go to peninsula with her as she wanted to retrieve her phone back. im sorry coz i already made plans before work start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so, went to zaini's crib and slack slack till ann call and asked for two extra girls. and the time on my watch states that its already 0300 pm and ann expect us to get two girls and worse, we must reach bukit timah by 030 pm. called the NURUUULS and they are all not free as the plan for an outing. so, zaini decided to call nasha as she jsut moved back to her old house which is located few blocks behind. i actually disagree as nasha and me had this small misunderstanding few months ago and its awkward if we work hand in hand. but yah, who cares! we called firdaus to come for the work as the is no more girls. he agreed but h'es damn late. so, we went to work first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reached lagun sari and start setting up and stuffs and nasha is kind. and not that fiercw lady that i tought of. its suria artiste wedding and its quite grand. full of laughter day! reached home at 02oo am and i cant sleep that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;took over shameer's shift as he's damn tired. so yah, me and harun report at 1000 pm and we did the setting for the two ballrooms with sherman. i hate those fcuking stupid damn makciks. PATHETIC SIA! and, two weddings was function at one go. my side wedding was damn boring as they are mostly pathetic bunch of humans. many accidents happents during the function. damn chaotic sey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after work, syaza, ainy, harun and me took cab and we went all around singapore. first destination, woodlands as harun had to sleepover there. next, sengkang and we dropped ainy, then to hougang and i went home and finally serangoon where syaza need to pay $30.30 for the cab fare. yeahh, its midnight charge or should i say, DOUBLE midnight charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tried slepping and i cant sleep that fast and i dunnoe why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;woke up at 0820 am. thanks to ainy or else im already sleeping till late! ainys father fetched us and sent us to chua chu kang as our function is located down there. it goes on pretty well only with 9 part-timers and two full-timers serving for 1500 pex. and its damn tiring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the girls knock out form work at 0600 pm and shameer, me and sherman need to clear all the tables and pelamin. and we are all proud of ourself as we thought we cant do it and i fell it takes 10 men to do it. well, best best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;met zaini after that and eat at khalifa and slacking session. went home at one oclock and im flat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116702554067265621?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116702554067265621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116702554067265621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116702554067265621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116702554067265621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-thursdayi-seriously-forget-what.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116659248797655411</id><published>2006-12-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:05:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/135149/nurul-faisal..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/94251/nurul-faisal..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/805968/sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST MONDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mldds in the morning from 0830am till 1030 am. and im late again. training was damn horrible. i mean, horrible for us - mldds kid. we had to do the exercise like those azpirasi kids do. and without warm ups, our mucle all over our body starts to ache after training. who cares! the afternoon plan still goes on as per normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;met rezal, nurul ainy, nurul ahyinn, nurul afiqah, nurul hudaa at compass point under "swimming pool". thats our normal meeting for all occasion with them. we all planned to go window shopping and therefore we headed to vivo city as theres alot of stores there. on our way, met eera and daliana. as they work at vivo, we then go there together. such a shameful + funny incedent happen on our way there. walk walk at vivo, went into many shops, take photos, laugh laugh and off home at around 0800 pm. reach home around 0930 pm and straight away to bed as i cant stand the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and most importantly, congrats to those n levels passes! great job.&lt;br /&gt;mine, NEXT YEAR and im effinfg terrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late as the weather was so damn cold and its so comfortable for a long sleep. zaini called me up and we planned to meet and have leypak session. so, reached khalifah around 0300 pm and we had our lunch and off to meet kelly and felicia. so theres shameer, zaini, helmi, firdaus, kelly and felicia. they settle their problem and all of us went to meet ann and lynn while fel and kel went to other places. slack at starbucks with ann and lyn. we had the so called "meeting" about our work this sunday. talk talk, lie lie. hahahaahaa, great day with them. and rain non-stop hits siaa. took 161 and off to bed late midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mldds this morning and the muscle cramps on my leg and thights still havent recover. in fact, the whole mldds kids were having cramps too. and todays training is not that tough like the past two days. and we had started learning 1/4 of the ragam. (mldds kids! do come for next training as cikgu need full attendence). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;took 27 and met shakeer as he wanted to buy ciggies. after that, we went to kedai kopi for our breakfast. and off home and then they planned to go out. so, todays outing is town. and yeah, i bought this bossini t-shirt. nice nice! and did some window shopping all around town + bugis.&lt;br /&gt;saw shafeeq and his cdm company. wow, congrats huh! and, i miss dikir barat. and its a fun day today. and now, im at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA, PAY FOR ME;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;black cardigan($69.00) from topman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sling bag($49.00) from 77th street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crisscross sandal($49.00) from newurbanmale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;digital slr camera(unknown).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;overdued bill($110.10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorry for not blogging as blogger is on hiatus siaa! irritating, damn lag. and now finally i can blog. thanks blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for pictures, visit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com"&gt;http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116659248797655411?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-116641848438636460</id><published>2006-12-18T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:15:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/342831/SANY3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/358429/SANY3452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its kak ifah engagement. and wow, all of them came for the function except for lukman as hes in army. yeah, they are all "oldies" already. kak nur became a teacher, abang zali in and out of camp, abang fahmi and hafidz busy with poly life. now, only left with bro and other 4 cousins ncluding me who was still struggeling in secondary life while the other 4 is still in primary school and a toddler who kepts running around the house. and yeah, all of us was all busy with our own things but i do love the time when we cousins unite! best sey. and yeah, after the engagement they start karaoke-ing and we have great fun with the pakicks and makciks joke! and finally, all of us went home sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;due to kak ifah engagement, i didnt get to be present for rajawali's comp. i love it when i get to be incharge of the hall as i get to see them perform. but sadly, i didnt manage to come. so, congrats to the winning team! aniway, its dikir barat competition im talking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;good luck to zaini, shameer, firdaus, shila, ira, chez, sarah, rezal and all the others n' levels takers!&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/20388899-116641848438636460?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116641848438636460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116641848438636460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/343049/DSCF2220%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with ninie to town as i wanna buy a new slicks at havaianas for myself.&lt;br /&gt;search all around heeren for the another shop.&lt;br /&gt;heeren has three newurbanmale shop which is located far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;finally, reach the shop that i wanna go where all the slicks are place there.&lt;br /&gt;called fir and he said that the price is $39.90 when he bought it months ago.&lt;br /&gt;but, when i look on the price tag, its $49.90 and its as the same as my slicks that im wearing but only different pattern la.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk, i tot of buying that slick which once cost $39.90, but now, its already $49.90. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and yeah, ninnie and me then proceed to HMV as i didnt bring extra cash to get that slick.&lt;br /&gt;walk around HMV and listen to songs and i was like searching for any indonesian bands albums.&lt;br /&gt;but, theres none!&lt;br /&gt;while walking, my stomach had that some sort of sound which means that im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;we then bought something from old chang kee and slack slack behind the shop.&lt;br /&gt;around 3.30 pm we went back to pasir ris as zaini, helmi and me planned to slack slack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;pasir ris was like my second hometown as i went there everyday for leypak session either at helmi's house or at his void deck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;back to the story, we went to white sands as zaini wanna walk walk and yeahh, i bought this slipper at royal sporting house.&lt;br /&gt;a nike slipper ah and its on sale for $37.00.&lt;br /&gt;well, we then slack slack at helmi's house till 10.00 pm and i took 109 home while the three of them taunt.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116624754636779436?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116624754636779436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116624754636779436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116624754636779436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/470320/SANY3401jgj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with schoolmates + asrezal.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, long time didnt went out with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we are supposed to meet at compass point where is our usual meeting point.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for arriving late okay.&lt;br /&gt;waited for afiqah and hudaa and then we proceed to orchard mrt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;walked to far east plaza and tuck in at cahaya restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;we then "tawaf" all around far east and then we run under the heavy rain towards orchard mrt and went to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, saw idezu and fazani with gang.&lt;br /&gt;went to marina centre to search for my slipper or sandal but theres none which capture my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures and then off to esplanade and we need to suffer under the rain again!&lt;br /&gt;we slacked under the bridge till the rain stop and we walk all the way to peninsula as the girls in need of toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and there, i was pleading them to go back to heeren as i wanna buy this havainas slick.&lt;br /&gt;the criss cross green and dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, all of them are damn tired to walk back or trained back to somerset station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and so, we continue our journey to this building which has nice sense of architecture which is located beside the vintage fire station.&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures and off to clarke quay and seperated living asrezal, mazlan, ainy, ninie and me taking the red line.&lt;br /&gt;mazlan drop off at bugis while ainy and rezal stop at bedok while ninie and me stop at pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;walk out of the station and pass by macdonald and get two milkshake for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we then proceed to the nearest bustop and ninie went home taking 109 while i then walked all the way to helmi's crib.&lt;br /&gt;slack at helmi's place with zaini for a while and then i went home alone while they meet the felicia and kelly.&lt;br /&gt;109 seems so comfortable and nice to fall asleep and therefore i woke up before my bustop.&lt;br /&gt;alight the bus and went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;and yeahh, great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116615474044519916?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116615474044519916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-116601858070824534</id><published>2006-12-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:03:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/708431/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/14580/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;zaini and shameer called me up at 1130 am as the already planned to go to juron swimming complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh, great idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and so, meet firdaus, emi, shameer and zaini at 7-11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and then, we proceed to hougang mrt station and mrt-ed all the way to chinese garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;damn far plus funny journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;hahhaa, paid 80 cents for the entrance fee and we get change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;first one, lazy pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we played catching there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;thank god the lifgueard didnt saw us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;due to the boredom, we dived into the place where there is fake wave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;hahahaha, best best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;after that we played the slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and off to the changing room to get some cash as we are damn hungry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;on our way to the changing room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I SAW HANIFAYANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i got to admit it that i miss her cous shes my last lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;fcuk siaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;she just came out from the ladies changing room with her friends and i was like just wanna get in into the guys changing room with my mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh my, terperanjat sey sey sey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;hahahaha, of to KFC and had our so called breakfast eventough its already 4000 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we then continue swimming and disturb disturb plus helping people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and when lightning strikes, we get change and slack at the stadium till the rain starts to drizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and yeah, thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;greeeeeaaat day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116601858070824534?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20388899.post-116585042024751885</id><published>2006-12-11T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:51:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/913422/young%20lions..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/70266/young%20lions..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;woke up at 1230 pm due to the noise in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;father and mother busy siap-siap to go out to repair videocamera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and yeahh, noisy plus chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i walked my way towards father's room and sat on the ouh-so comfortable chair and started online-ing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeah, my daily routine nowadays is to wake up late and straight to my father room and stay stuck to the computer till someone calls me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and yeah, i'll get home only after 1000 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;therefore, reach me via my handphone to get tru me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;after the heavy rain turn to drizziling, met zaini and the garden and proceed to pasir ris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;around 0620 pm we arrived at helmi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;slacked at helmi's house till after maghrib and we then go to downtown east for pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we planned to go jamming, but yeah, its postpone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;after pool then we 109 straight home.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cinta terhadap gadis itu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-20388899.post-116572958223779121</id><published>2006-12-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:49:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/880949/DSC00049KJK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/963401/DSC00049KJK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work-ed at tepak sireh restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, nothing much happen.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe its our last work there because of some problems.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, thanks to marni, olek, shakeer, reza, jepon, tuti, acap, mak da, abg rashid, sue and lady boss.&lt;br /&gt;you all are great people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAST FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, go myspacing and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;after that, get change and meet zaini and shameer and off to mustafa centre.&lt;br /&gt;before that, went to this 30 story block as some hafiz and shameer want to overcome their phobia.&lt;br /&gt;bash helmi as in the lif as it was his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;bought some items at mustafa centre and shameer and hafiz go seperate ways while, helmi, zaini and me went to pasir ris to leypak leypak.&lt;br /&gt;due to the boredom at pasir ris, we went to elfie house to pinjam toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and wow, elfie is the drummer of lamentabletragedy!&lt;br /&gt;cool siaa, and his highlights and his hair so coolios.&lt;br /&gt;after that, plan to go to shaz house but its was cancel as we are all hungry.&lt;br /&gt;proceed to the pasar malam near helmi's house and bought ramli burger there.&lt;br /&gt;saw kak zila and abg fahmi and talk talk with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;we then slack under the void deck and talk talk talk non stop.&lt;br /&gt;at around 1130pm, i drag myself to the bustop and took 109 home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start myspacing once i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;and now, diyana seems to be that nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;we chat for quite long eventough im late for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;talking about girlfee and boyfee.&lt;br /&gt;well, you are nice!&lt;br /&gt;you know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;took 43 to paya lebar mrt with shameer and zaini.&lt;br /&gt;reach boon lay mrt at 0530 pm altough we are suppose to reach by five.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to had and ayu for waiting.&lt;br /&gt;then, reach the SAFTI located at jurong.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we are to served all the army mens and families and also mr. sr nathan and wife.&lt;br /&gt;okay cool one.&lt;br /&gt;after work, ann, ayu, lin, had, shameer, zaini and me proceed to jalan kayu to have our supper.&lt;br /&gt;slack there till 0100 am sharing full of laughters and stories.&lt;br /&gt;reach home around 0130 am and off to dreamland after that last sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116572958223779121?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116572958223779121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/391081/DSC00090gfgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/151786/DSC00090gfgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;met up with zaini and cabbed to &lt;u&gt;little india&lt;/u&gt; mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;before that, its &lt;u&gt;C.D.O&lt;/u&gt; la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;aunt, lin, syaza, had, ayu and shameer waited for us for quite long and therefore we cabbed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeahh, its the &lt;u&gt;lagun sari part-timers&lt;/u&gt; day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;the time on my watch states its &lt;u&gt;8000 pm&lt;/u&gt; already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and, ive &lt;u&gt;not eaten&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ANYTHINK&lt;/u&gt; from 1200pm where is the time i usually woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so, we walk all around little india and went into &lt;u&gt;many restaurant&lt;/u&gt; to survey the &lt;s&gt;food&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;finally, we ate at this &lt;u&gt;coffee shop&lt;/u&gt; where it doesn't serve &lt;u&gt;vegitarian foods&lt;/u&gt; like the other restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;then, all of us followed lin to &lt;u&gt;mustafa centre&lt;/u&gt; as they wanna walk walk there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and then all of us &lt;u&gt;mrt-ed&lt;/u&gt; back to our hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;zaini, shameer and me accompanied syaza for her bus to arrive and we start our leypak session till 1135pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREAT and non-stop LAUGHING with you peoples!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;went home and then &lt;s&gt;off&lt;/s&gt; to dreamland only at 0300 am as i encountered &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; strange noise and touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;there's &lt;u&gt;ghost&lt;/u&gt; in my room, and im really &lt;u&gt;SCARED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;every night&lt;/u&gt;, i encountered the &lt;s&gt;same&lt;/s&gt; thing, but today is the worst la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;working at &lt;u&gt;tepak sireh&lt;/u&gt; with shameer, fiekah, ainy and hudaa at 0500 pm today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeahhh, thats all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116547434433660585?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116547434433660585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116547434433660585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/58266/DSC00080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY+TODAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;after maghrib, met up with shameer under zaini's blok as zaini's &lt;u&gt;LATE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;zaini came with his &lt;s&gt;smile&lt;/s&gt; on his face that is preety &lt;u&gt;irritating&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we then proceed to &lt;u&gt;simpang haugang&lt;/u&gt; to have our so called dinner that we &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; it can fill our stomach for the &lt;s&gt;whole&lt;/s&gt; taunt session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;bought &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; the necessary items and then 109-ed to helmi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;leypak at helmi's crib for a &lt;/s&gt;while&lt;/s&gt; and at the same moment, we played ps2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeah, we are still &lt;u&gt;young&lt;/u&gt; in our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;firdaus arrived around &lt;s&gt;1000 pm&lt;/s&gt; and then we &lt;u&gt;last check&lt;/u&gt; our things and off to pasir ris interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;saw this girl with the &lt;u&gt;santa claus&lt;/u&gt; so called cap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh hahahaa, of coz her face turns &lt;u&gt;red&lt;/u&gt; when we disturb her with &lt;u&gt;christmas songs&lt;/u&gt; while waiting for our bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;upon reaching our &lt;u&gt;destination&lt;/u&gt;, wan board the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;he's the &lt;u&gt;important&lt;/u&gt; man for the day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we then walk our way to &lt;u&gt;rock 13&lt;/u&gt; and start setting our tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;played soccer during midnight and winner get &lt;u&gt;per sip per goal&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;harun came after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we then ate the stuffs that some of them bring and slack while listening to songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;park ranger past by and followed by police car but nothing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;they played soccer again and again and start playing &lt;u&gt;dares&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;around 0400 am, zaini, fir, shameer and me get into the tent while helmi, wan and harun is &lt;s&gt;busy&lt;/s&gt; singing outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;when the night gets &lt;u&gt;dark and cold&lt;/u&gt;, as per normal, we start telling &lt;s&gt;crappy&lt;/s&gt;+&lt;u&gt;scary&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ghost stories&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;before that, almost each of us have the same experience when playing soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we smelt &lt;u&gt;kemenyan&lt;/u&gt; and i saw some kind of white thing &lt;u&gt;flying&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;vanishing tru the air at great speed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;in the tent, zaini was damn &lt;u&gt;irritating&lt;/u&gt; storyteller as he use is &lt;u&gt;metallic voice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;harun, helmi and wan already went &lt;u&gt;exploring&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;its pretty &lt;u&gt;scary&lt;/u&gt; sia, and im already scared as about &lt;u&gt;every 15 minutes&lt;/u&gt; theres something happening to our surrounding scuh as voices, shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh fcuk, its damn scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we &lt;u&gt;shared&lt;/u&gt; stories till around 0600am and finally the three of them came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;when the &lt;u&gt;sun rise&lt;/u&gt;, and it gets &lt;s&gt;brighter&lt;/s&gt; we pack our things and get out of the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;wan and helmi &lt;s&gt;separate&lt;/s&gt; from us and we then cab home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i then leypak at zaini home till around 0915 am and i went home &lt;u&gt;sleeping&lt;/u&gt; till around 0400 pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;wow, first time, thanks to the panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so, meeting my mates again around 0740 pm for leypak session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;till here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;for pictures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116522099665757260</id><published>2006-12-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:29:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/533544/karya%20dikir..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/87961/karya%20dikir..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/7856/wind%20dance.%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after staying at home for &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; long.&lt;br /&gt;erin ask me out around evening.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; ask each other out together.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we know each other from &lt;u&gt;myspace&lt;/u&gt; and ta-da, we are friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks&lt;/u&gt; to myspace.com.&lt;br /&gt;so, she gave me her &lt;u&gt;number&lt;/u&gt; by msn and off i go to my room and &lt;u&gt;get change&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;reach orchard around 7.15 pm and yeah, waited for her for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;saw shafiq and fairuz and therefore talk with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;ouh, i &lt;u&gt;MISS&lt;/u&gt; dikir barat.&lt;br /&gt;but, im &lt;u&gt;scared&lt;/u&gt; to go down to cc and have training with them as ive been missing for &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to &lt;u&gt;erin&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its great, erin's &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went towning and searching high and &lt;s&gt;low&lt;/s&gt; for my things.&lt;br /&gt;and then sent her to &lt;u&gt;chua chu kang&lt;/u&gt; as she need to accompany her grandma.&lt;br /&gt;then, i drop at &lt;u&gt;woodlands&lt;/u&gt; and took 161 home.&lt;br /&gt;waited for zaini for &lt;u&gt;half an hour&lt;/u&gt; till 11.15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fcuk&lt;/u&gt; la zaini!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, great day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called &lt;u&gt;dad&lt;/u&gt; and ask him wheter i can &lt;u&gt;taunt&lt;/u&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, he &lt;u&gt;approve&lt;/u&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;but, i &lt;u&gt;havent&lt;/u&gt; tell mother.&lt;br /&gt;usually, i tell mother first &lt;s&gt;and then seek permission from dad&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haiya, &lt;u&gt;confuse&lt;/u&gt; ah!&lt;br /&gt;today taunt session is with my &lt;u&gt;MATES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all the &lt;u&gt;seven&lt;/u&gt; of us that u people saw in &lt;u&gt;our video&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, okay crap!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i'll be home tomorow &lt;u&gt;morning&lt;/u&gt; i guess.&lt;br /&gt;zaini says, &lt;u&gt;"CONFERM HAPPENING SHIT"&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll just blog about it tomorow!&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/20388899-116522099665757260?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116522099665757260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116522099665757260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116522099665757260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116522099665757260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-after-staying-at-home-for.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116512165395175895</id><published>2006-12-03T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:54:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/562716/DSCF1392[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/406826/DSCF1392%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeahh, yesterday was a &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;WASTED SUNSET&lt;/u&gt; day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;here i go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yesterday working place is at &lt;u&gt;lagun sari&lt;/u&gt; restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;theres aunt, syaza, ayu, lin, had, zaini, harun, shameer, and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;yeahh, we are the &lt;u&gt;part-timers&lt;/u&gt; and of cos there are some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;the function goes on &lt;s&gt;preety well&lt;/s&gt; eventough its our &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; working in the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;u&gt;syaza&lt;/u&gt; for taking over my place till midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i knock out from work at 10.00 pm and my total pay is $42.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;run&lt;/s&gt; all the way out and i stand near to the &lt;u&gt;expressway&lt;/u&gt; for a higher chance to get a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;all this below are what i call &lt;u&gt;WASTED SUNSET&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;firstly, the driver drove the car &lt;u&gt;fcuking&lt;/u&gt; slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and its already 10.20 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;secondly, called up idezu and she say the show started at &lt;u&gt;10.00 pm sharp&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i tot it started 45 minutes &lt;u&gt;later&lt;/u&gt; or what as freaky z show started 45 minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay, who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;thirdly, reach esplanade at around &lt;u&gt;10.40&lt;/u&gt; and there is alot of people especially &lt;s&gt;secene kids&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;fourthly, i &lt;s&gt;run&lt;/s&gt; towards the outdoor theatre while looking at my watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;in my mind, i &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; they were singing their final song but i didnt listen any music peircing tru my ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okayla, i finally realise &lt;u&gt;IM LATE&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i was &lt;u&gt;fcukingly&lt;/u&gt; pissed off then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;but the &lt;u&gt;COMIC STRIP&lt;/u&gt; cast walk pass by me with the &lt;u&gt;trumpet-tist smiling at me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;cool huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;then, called afiqah and she said she just reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;but when i told her &lt;u&gt;COMIC STRIP&lt;/u&gt; dahbis perform, i &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; shes &lt;u&gt;upset&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and yeah, we slacked at the esplanade with our &lt;u&gt;fcuking upset&lt;/u&gt; mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;eh, i was like thier &lt;u&gt;number one fan&lt;/u&gt; sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;but nevermine, their &lt;u&gt;next show&lt;/u&gt; i swear i will get there early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;finally, we all went home by taking train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;thats all, &lt;u&gt;WASTED SUNSET&lt;/u&gt; day.&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/20388899-116512165395175895?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116512165395175895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116512165395175895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116512165395175895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116512165395175895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeahh-yesterday-was-fcuking-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116503155580503612</id><published>2006-12-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:52:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/453266/DSCF1609[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/485397/DSCF1609%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked under &lt;u&gt;lagun sari restaurant&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the day before, we were told that we must serve &lt;u&gt;lawyers&lt;/u&gt; at the supreme court.&lt;br /&gt;okay, the place is supreme court.&lt;br /&gt;but, we dont serve the &lt;s&gt;lawyers&lt;/s&gt;, we only serve the &lt;u&gt;judge&lt;/u&gt; and some elderly from the old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; that tired afterall.&lt;br /&gt;knock out from work at 0700 pm and then watch freaky z performance at the esplanade outdoor theatre.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its just a five minutes walk from supreme court.&lt;br /&gt;wow, freaky z is &lt;u&gt;damn cool&lt;/u&gt; laa!&lt;br /&gt;great artist.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went home straight and reach home around 1100pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must get to bukit batok for work again.&lt;br /&gt;today is &lt;u&gt;long hours&lt;/u&gt; working.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; it, but i &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; it too.&lt;br /&gt;get lots of money but i scared i miss &lt;u&gt;COMIC STRIP PERFORMANCE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but, die die &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; go esplanade at &lt;u&gt;1000 pm&lt;/u&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;well, i should knock out at 1000 pm and perhaps, &lt;s&gt;lie&lt;/s&gt; to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;wohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMIC STRIP PERFORMANCE is a MUST WATCH&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116503155580503612?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116503155580503612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116503155580503612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116503155580503612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116503155580503612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-worked-under-lagun-sari.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116486390968474329</id><published>2006-11-30T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:38:40.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/1600/758916/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6718/2041/320/746760/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay, zaini asked me to blog &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; details of the happening things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so here i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;im &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; bored at home as ive got &lt;u&gt;nothink&lt;/u&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;then, i was told that fie, ninns, faz, hudaa and &lt;u&gt;especially&lt;/u&gt; helmi is waiting for me as hes &lt;s&gt;too&lt;/s&gt; paiseh to talk to fie and the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so, i get out of my crib around 0600 pm and took mrt to serangoon mrt interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;well, mom seems like &lt;u&gt;closing one eye&lt;/u&gt; as i always go out around late evening and went home nearly to midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;although she &lt;u&gt;kept&lt;/u&gt; ringing my handphone and talk on-stop, but i felt that shes not that mad afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay best, back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;reach serangoon jamming place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;wan and zaini &lt;u&gt;late&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;fie can sing! but she paiseh gil-er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so, 40 minutes of &lt;u&gt;boredom&lt;/u&gt; looking at them re-starting thier song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;due to faz need to get off early, &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; of them left &lt;u&gt;except&lt;/u&gt; for me, zaini and helmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;so helmi ask me to put my mouth facing the &lt;u&gt;karat&lt;/u&gt; microphone, and we played our song and some other &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; song till the one hour duration ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;after that,we met up with idezu at pasir ris mrt as she dont want to go home early?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;we then end up leypak at pasir ris park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh its &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt; taking pictures with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;climb tress la, baring baring la, heads down la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and worse of all, banyak SEMUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;great day with you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;meeting up with zaini and helmi to see the &lt;u&gt;maid mystery lady&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i'll update about it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;TAG ME MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;p.s ; to ANIYSH, happy 14th birthday! have fun on this day and hope you suceed in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;to fie, we'll miss you and we surely make more outing biler kau balik singapore.&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/20388899-116486390968474329?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116486390968474329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116486390968474329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116486390968474329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116486390968474329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterdayokay-zaini-asked-me-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116468926018374661</id><published>2006-11-28T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:53:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/1600/dark..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/320/dark..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; going to peoples blogspot and most importantly &lt;s&gt;reading&lt;/s&gt; about thier everyday life which include thier love problems, family problems, friends problems and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;but, i find them &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt; as they finally have a way to stop and cure thier problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;as for the love problems, some of them still end it &lt;u&gt;tragically&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;well, everyone seems to talk about love nowadays even the small kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ouh &lt;s&gt;cool&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt; to me is a game as when the two party know how to be &lt;u&gt;true&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;understanding&lt;/u&gt;, there will be &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; game over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; or should i say everyone really envy those couple who can sustained thier relationship for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;they are the people who i can say they are great in the term &lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;okay lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;till here, coz im having a headache as my mind has full of problems running through.&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/20388899-116468926018374661?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116468926018374661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116468926018374661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116468926018374661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116468926018374661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-going-to-peoples-blogspot-and.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116460371933932653</id><published>2006-11-27T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:50:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/1600/DSCF0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/320/DSCF0961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;im feeling restless. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;life now is okay okay laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i think, i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; being single as the is not many problem to face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;but honestly, i &lt;u&gt;MISS&lt;/u&gt; the time being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;okay PETTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i now realised that i had great friends by my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;thanks ah guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;what i need now is just &lt;u&gt;money&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;money to to pay my outstanding+overloading handphone bill, buy new apparels and money for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;im working as part-timer at two restaurant now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;but, its like only three or two times per week which i can only get a total of $100++ per week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i wish that im at the legal age now sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;ouh, im enjoying my school life aniway and also my teenage life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;okay cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;meeting my schoolmates two hours time for amer's open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;yeahh, he's the man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;after that maybe gonna go escape AGAIN as fie wanted to enjoy herself before she went overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i hope today will be greeaat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;p.s : preety taggers, i dont mind if u flood my tagboard!&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/20388899-116460371933932653?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116460371933932653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116460371933932653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116460371933932653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116460371933932653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-feeling-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116443491861965741</id><published>2006-11-25T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:08:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;a great day at tepak sireh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;eventhough its our first time at tepak sireh, i would like to rate it as the best work ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;the people there are all nice nice and damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe, for the next function, they will call us in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"STOP ITT!", olek shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;thats the word for the day with a mixture of malay, english and indonesia essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;to hudaa, ain and ainy, get ur pictures here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and readers, do tag my blog as its now so damn bored without ur tags.&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/20388899-116443491861965741?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116443491861965741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116443491861965741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116443491861965741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116443491861965741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterdaya-great-day-at-tepak-sireh.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116416893905684111</id><published>2006-11-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:16:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn irritating plus "wasted sunset"day.&lt;br /&gt;its was a day out with asrezal, ainy, fie and hudaa.&lt;br /&gt;we reach escape theme park around 1600 hrs and its raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;its wasted if we never go in due to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;so, we estimated the time the rain will stop and it really stopped around 1700 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;we then buy the tickets and go in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;once we stepped in, the drizzle turn in.&lt;br /&gt;so, we start with the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;quite scary altough ive been there many times.&lt;br /&gt;then it started raining heavily so we play carnival games using our free coupon.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get a chance to take any ride till 1900hrs when fie needs to go home.&lt;br /&gt;we sent her to the bustop and went back to escape.&lt;br /&gt;now, we managed to take some rides as its not drizziling.&lt;br /&gt;great day, full of laughter and imaginations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fir and shameer started working like everyday!&lt;br /&gt;left with the minority of us.&lt;br /&gt;so, zaini and me plan to have games day out today.&lt;br /&gt;started off with 1 hr 40 mins of pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;then, we kind of missing the younger days, therefore we played counter strike for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;went to serangoon as we plan to jam.&lt;br /&gt;but, there is no more room.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went back to pool and there is alot of young genarations with disgusting behaviours at night.&lt;br /&gt;then, we walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;just a tiring day afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and most importantly, dad wants to buy me the $254 Canon camera.&lt;br /&gt;but it dosent seem like $254 as it looks like an SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;arh, just wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no plans in my head.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;thats all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/1600/DSCF0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/320/DSCF0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116416893905684111?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116416893905684111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116416893905684111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116416893905684111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116416893905684111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116391908762172322</id><published>2006-11-19T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:51:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;went out to tampines before work with ainy and hudaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay, it scuks when i get to know that the building is going to be demolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and yeah, cash converters is now shifted to punggol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but donno which part of punggol la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i need a camera badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyone selling a camera at a negotiate-ble price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*not a hap-rak camera for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im going for nikon, fuji or canon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;had our lunch at LJS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ouh aniway, the combo one is now increased by 20 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hahahaaa, kecoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;some congkong-ing done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then, we took 27 and proceed to sengkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;took 965 to sembawang and went up this multi storey carpark where the function is held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one word, STUFFY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;as per normal, we separate to two groups of four and the work begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate the residents who come there just for the sake of FREE dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fcuk them especially the table where there is 9 chinese and one malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;they dont bother to see the performance or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;they were just there to speak loudly as if it was thier deeparaya concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and, they even have the cheek to ask for extra everything and to be served first and worst of all, after they have finish their foods, the chairs then were all empty eventhough the concert still havent end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one word, KIASU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;typical humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it was not as tiring as our previous function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one pakcik sent us home by his big lorry with a human radio behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hahahaa, fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;slack with my mates till midnight and i left them as they wanna play pool till morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no plans, no ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;im just bored at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116391908762172322?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116391908762172322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116391908762172322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116391908762172322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116391908762172322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterdaywent-out-to-tampines-before.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116382583531196914</id><published>2006-11-18T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:00:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a day out with lola, fie, mazlan and fatina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;firstly, im sorry for reaching 50 minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay, our first destinantion was city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;went to peninsula and i was like searching all over the shop for cardigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;why peninsula dont sell cardigans ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i tot its a place for scene kids stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;next destination was far east plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tuck in at rose garden restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and finally, i bought this $39 dollars cardigan at lips enterprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;might as well, i buy it at topshop for $59.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ouh my god, money is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then, go to esplanade to watch the opening of Pesta Raya which was held in conjunction of hari raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it showcases tarian, music and acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and it seems like baybeats with quite alot of people watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;saw cikgu azmi who is my school instructer and choreographer for our dance and now i finally know hes actually the choreographer of azpirasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and, i love their zapin hip-hop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;must watch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SYF next year, contemporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lets aim for gold with honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(the performance do give me the semangat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;cool shit ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;meeting nuruul III at 27 bustop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;plan to go to cash converters at tampines as i want to survey the price of the cameras there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i guess, i better buy the second-hand camera for a short-term use then i will buy a new camera maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i must psycho my dad this time for an expensive camera or maybe an slr camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;caus, im in love with photograpy but i dont have the money which is about $500++ unless i take it from my bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;after that go back to CP to meet hudaa, fatin and my other 6 mates for our job at sembawang which is under tepak sireh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this gonna be great cos I REALLY NEED MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay go!&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/20388899-116382583531196914?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116382583531196914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116382583531196914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116382583531196914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116382583531196914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-day-out-with-lola-fie-mazlan.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116368266823895863</id><published>2006-11-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:13:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mldds training in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;due to that, i have muscle cramps till now.&lt;br /&gt;then, went to primary school for myopia checkup.&lt;br /&gt;due to that, im shortsighted-ly blind!&lt;br /&gt;afternoon went out with zaini and shameer for pool session at kovan.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we played billiard and it scuks to death!&lt;br /&gt;well, its all on zaini aniway.&lt;br /&gt;great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escaped maths retest due to the blur-ness of my eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;took 159 to CP to meet the mldds peeps including razin, faz and hudaa for jalan raya.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being late.&lt;br /&gt;first house, ninns and followed by fie's house and to zailan house and to fazli house, to ms sazryna's house then to mahdi's and finally fatin's house which is already going to strike midnight.&lt;br /&gt;fun and tiring day with full of laughters and pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos"&gt;http://mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning at 0855 am.&lt;br /&gt;and i promised ninns to meet her up at 0900 am.&lt;br /&gt;and that means im late again!&lt;br /&gt;sorry eh lola.&lt;br /&gt;so the two of us go to CP for our breakfast at macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;the breakfast seems like going to break my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;then accompany her for her bus to arrive and im off to school for chemistry retest which i only took five minutes to complete.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon plan, meet up with zaini, shameer and fir for leypak session.&lt;br /&gt;and im at home now.&lt;br /&gt;till here.&lt;br /&gt;okay go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/1600/DSCF0797.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6718/2041/320/DSCF0797.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116368266823895863?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116368266823895863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116368266823895863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116368266823895863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116368266823895863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuesday-went-for-mldds-training-in.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116339453100912376</id><published>2006-11-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:08:51.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a day out with lala yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and it seems that shes my unforgettable and dearest ex that leads me to fall in love into her whenever im with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;february is the time when we broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but till today, we are close eventough we live far from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;boon lay now have full of memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i dont know what will happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;now, i feel happy and great with shameer, helmi, zaini, fir, wan whom i call them my mates and also my bestmate who just celebrated her birthday last three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one thing, i really want be like those days when i have someone to be in contact and loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;that tragedy on july 26 is my last happiest moment where i get to know hanifayana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we grew close day by day but it ended on 04 august and thats what i call a tragic lifestory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i name her as the tragic number 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;till that 04 august, im trying hard to find a NEW one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;lets recap, after that, fadilah is the one who brings me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and then, things ended and we lose contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;then its yasmin and we both stay quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;next its hanis, then we lose contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;then its sarah, i want to stay clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;after that is kelly then nadya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;all of them i didnt went to the next stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a long term relationship is what im into now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;not to those one month or even one week relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;let love come by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;seriously, i do envy those guys with preety-hot girlfriends and they look damn sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;okaylah, till here.&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/20388899-116339453100912376?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116339453100912376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116339453100912376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116339453100912376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116339453100912376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-out-with-lala-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116330663100287386</id><published>2006-11-12T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:14:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY.(recap)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the others was busy working and left with me, zaini and helmi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;due to the boredom, we all went to helmi house for ps2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pro evolution soccer is the game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fcuk, then went to jamming at simei for an hour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we played my immortal, cal me when ur sober and also sarah(own song).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its seems fcuk up without another 2nd guitarist whose busy working.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i play vocal, helmi on drum and zaini play the lead guitar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then slack around at tampines and then slack at hougang and finally went home midnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supposing there is a hari raya show at kampon ubi cc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, they call me up for the dikir performance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, im scared as ive never come down for training for so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so members, aku tak janji wheter aku datang ker tak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meeting lala in 2 hrs time at boon lay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh, a far trip again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do visit my multiply if you think that ur pictures is there;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com/photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mohdfaisal.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116330663100287386?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116330663100287386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116330663100287386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116330663100287386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116330663100287386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116321601243999253</id><published>2006-11-11T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:19:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY.(recap)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suppose to have 14 peoples and then finally join by another 3 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wahhh best!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great hari raya outing with you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full of laughter especially at haikal's house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, we still havent complete some houses yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, theres still next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aniway, ive overcomed my phobia okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY.(recap)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a different hari raya outing with mymates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADYA followed me as our date is shifted to today.&lt;br /&gt;best best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we arent a couple!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything goes on well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one word, "FUN".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yeah, there is still many house to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY.(recap)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, its our date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just me and her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i repeat, we arent a couple!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went out to far east plaza to eat and then to vivo city.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn huge sia until i cant find the toilet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we walk walk around and thats all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by 6.30 am, sent her home and i meet my mates and slack at hougang and then meet the others at vivo city again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh, great day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY.(recap)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its NURUL AINY BTE SUHAIMI birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow bestmate, you are fifteen now hah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, we celebrated her birthday at vivo city?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring NADYA along as ainy ask her to follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet up with the peoples at CP and then we head to vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saw NURUL HUDA from anugerah skrin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;face to face sia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from last time ive waited for this to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she just didnt smile and walk with her lips covering her teeths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, im still happy to see her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then went to sengkang at around 2000 hrs for sepak terajang and went home around 2330 hrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confusing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20388899-116321601243999253?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116321601243999253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116321601243999253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116321601243999253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116321601243999253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116287846339569674</id><published>2006-11-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:55:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, i just dont understand what im here for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now, my mind are full of phobias and negative toughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can say, the word love still running tru my mind daily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now, im leaving love to fate of god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets love come and go by itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meeting huda in thirty five minutes time and then we'll proceed to compass point to meet the other 14 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope, today hari raya outing will be great + memorable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres a date in two days time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single=free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay go!&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/20388899-116287846339569674?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116287846339569674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20388899&amp;postID=116287846339569674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116287846339569674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20388899/posts/default/116287846339569674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossovertheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-i-just-dont-understand-what.html' title=''/><author><name>faisal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765710476712693557</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-20388899.post-116270781109332847</id><published>2006-11-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:11:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just came back from hari raya outing with some of the sec three's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to ms sazryna house only as she held some sort of open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;after that, meet the rest for leypak session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;boring day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;must reach school at 9 am tomorrow to get ready for our performance at teck ghee primary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ouh, boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope it will be fun laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;till here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to7MoE-dsMU"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view some short video by me and my mates!&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/20388899-116270781109332847?l=crossovertheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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