<?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-223245001199356583</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:49.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatsbehindyou</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-4179522805542037733</id><published>2008-02-20T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:17:28.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOO'S and MBEKS im finally blogging.</title><content type='html'>hey ya'll! whats cookin?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.i've been awesomely busy with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh but i dont have common test. so happy muggin and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;i've just finished packing! wheeee. i have camp tomorrrow. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward cause i seriously need to be away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont miss anything major while im gone.&lt;br /&gt;abit worried about some stuff but yeah i gotta keep my mind clear of everything and just focus tomorrow.I cant stop worrying myself. But oh well.its just that one thing that bothers me but hopefully, its not gonna be a hinderence to whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna spoil anything but one wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong person can just RUIN everything.sucks alot but its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met you know who and we went to prata house to have lunch. initially he was upset but he cheered up on our way there. its his A math paper tomorrow. I think he's broke but who cares.Anyways, we went to KFC to study and the i went home.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO I SAW ON THE BUS?&lt;br /&gt;                             GAB TOH CONGEE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;i was damn shocked man OMG. he used to be a nerd but FOOOOOOYOH damn terror now.Not bad ,not bad. EH DONT THINK ABOUT IT. he's taken buy Jazelle:)&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. damn funny la dunno what he was doing in the bus, emoing like crap.So he was complaining like crap wah i swear i cannot tahan. It's worse than that bitch form ANTM. hahahah. so then he was complianing about Jazelle. hahhaha. she's such a bummer la.He told me how she was overly spastic when she saw her old church friend at Vivo last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" wah i tell you she couldnt keep still la.kept smiling and smiling then talk all nonsense. if i record and play back, she also confirm dunno what she talking.Then walau i just stand there smile smile act like one guai boyfriend while she and that AH BENG talk nonsense. then she was eating cup corn then tell him aiyah cannot finish also nevrmind. stupid girl. first she was bugging me for cup corn then when she saw that AH BENG, she dont care about the cup corn liao.eh walau my $2 sia. damn stupid. i felt like throwing the cup corn in her big curly hair.HAHAHAHAH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it i couldnt stop laughing. then he was making fun of my council uniform.basket.&lt;br /&gt;YES YES HE OWES ME MINCED CHICKEN NOODLE:D try to wack me with your tie. just try it again you pussy cake.this is damn funny la. he was like comlaining about how Jazelle just left him without sending him to the taxi stand cause like his dad was fetching him there.Btw, Jazelle stays at Telok Belangah so you can roughly imagine how close that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I damn unhappy.Bloody lap chiong.She confirm in a hurry cause she wanna go home chat with that AH BENG. Then she indirectly told me how i was too thin and how that AH BENG used to be as thin as i am it s only that he is buff now. WAH i really felt like mincing her la. She just walked ten steps to say that then she wanna cao already.then ah she run with that siao siao hair and her noisy ahma slippers. i go NUM take trunks and put it over her head then i think whe can think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's one spastic farthole i swear.hhahah and he had to go to NTUC to go get eggs and bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianah: eh GAB TOH not glam already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab Toh: WHY LEH?&lt;br /&gt;Dianah: Dude, the plastic bags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab Toh: Excuse me, what are you talking about? i make the plastic bag glam okay.&lt;br /&gt;for all you know, the mat mina ah beng ah lian all start carrying NTUC plastic bags ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianah: Diao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-4179522805542037733?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-223245001199356583.post-6483428088214733867</id><published>2008-02-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:05:36.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasnt born a genius&lt;br /&gt;wasnt born to be a loser&lt;br /&gt;born pure, born clean&lt;br /&gt;saw the world,&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the screams, heard the cries.&lt;br /&gt;wishes she could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;didnt wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;cause all she could dream of was emptyness.&lt;br /&gt;child screams mom cries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew what succes was&lt;br /&gt;always saw others achieved&lt;br /&gt;anger then jealousy &lt;br /&gt;hatred then fear.&lt;br /&gt;cries and hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time she sings,&lt;br /&gt;people turn.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she speaks,&lt;br /&gt;people listen.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she moves,&lt;br /&gt;people judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real world shakes you&lt;br /&gt;the real world kills you.&lt;br /&gt;you wont live forever&lt;br /&gt;but you can love forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for you isnt infinity &lt;br /&gt;but i can love you for iternity.&lt;br /&gt;whats within you,&lt;br /&gt;lies within me.&lt;br /&gt;spare me joy spare me trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna live love&lt;br /&gt;wannna kill jealousy&lt;br /&gt;this world isnt yours&lt;br /&gt;it isnt mine,&lt;br /&gt;start, stop, replay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6483428088214733867?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6483428088214733867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6483428088214733867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6483428088214733867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6483428088214733867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/wasnt-born-genius-wasnt-born-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-7130809382439787701</id><published>2008-01-17T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:17:37.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorant,insane,physicked.</title><content type='html'>Started assembly as per normal today and like after the whole thing, we were asked to take a seat. So we thought it was some normal issues that would normally be brought up like 'pin up your hair' and stuff. However this time, it was a different thing. It was utterly demeaning.Those who read the article yesterday, you'd know. I don't want to mention much but i guess its just unfair. But whatever it is is, IJ girls should still stand tall and be proud of our uniform that has a history of more than a 150 years.I'm not trying to be haughty or anything but IJ girls are special, the extra ordinary.You wont go learing online selling your dumb stuff because it is extremely demeaning.I guess she is suffering from serious mutation.She wont even be a parvenu.You can get financial assistance.HELLO. don't be dumb be resourceful.I don't know what she is trying to prove but she could've just gotten those kinky uniforms or rather those Halloween costumes that you can find in some Halloween shops and make it overrated by altering it. In fact, she shouldn't even be doing such a thing.There are ways where you can get help.Money, isn't everything. Yes we do experience financial crisis but use your talents. Use your entrepreneur skills since you good at it. Its a god given talent, use it, work with it, and benefit from it.Life is never easy. We all know that.But what you did was so wrong. What would the innocent ones feel? How would the public react? Frankly, the public didn't react well with it. I was a victim too but i stood tall and proud before them because i know that an IJ has moral integrity and that each of us possess good qualities.Whoever that child is, know that god is with you and that god will help you. Please don't tarnish our school name, it is unfair.God bless us, IJ girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7130809382439787701?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7130809382439787701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7130809382439787701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7130809382439787701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7130809382439787701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/ignorantinsanephysicked.html' title='ignorant,insane,physicked.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-689733888645909049</id><published>2008-01-14T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:48:21.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ng9aWPu2CsY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ng9aWPu2CsY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-689733888645909049?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/689733888645909049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=689733888645909049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/689733888645909049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/689733888645909049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-1327737307750236553</id><published>2008-01-05T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:52:11.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TANGrain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R39ePjWJsOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0lUF2U0xDAs/s1600-h/golf+ahh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R39ePjWJsOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0lUF2U0xDAs/s320/golf+ahh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151940120014336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for band then rushed home and changed then went to Royal Tanglin to play. It was already drizzling when we were on our way. The place is not so nice la, more of like playing in the forest. LOL. hahah anyways i didnt even get to finish the game and it started to pour damn heavily. Poor father, became my caddy and he had to run. pfft. im an idiot. eh but he wanted to be my caddy. i didnt ask him. walao i was like super super drenched! like totally i swear! then the parking lot was like abit far. Technically not cause it was raining thats why it seemed further. so we ran back to the car again. damn smart. WHERE'S THE UMBRELLA? it was in my room:)hehehe. im such a bitard.yeah anyways i only had 20 mins of fun. AHHHH whatever $15 wasted. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-1327737307750236553?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1327737307750236553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=1327737307750236553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1327737307750236553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1327737307750236553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/tangrain.html' title='TANGrain'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R39ePjWJsOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0lUF2U0xDAs/s72-c/golf+ahh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-7468603870221080390</id><published>2008-01-01T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:06:00.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6ZCjxgvpNs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6ZCjxgvpNs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting too-oh-oh-ate with a hell load of retardedness.fuyo.HAI'&lt;br /&gt;this video is awesomely-retarded. she's cool man.&lt;br /&gt;now saiyonara bitches! WOOOH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7468603870221080390?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7468603870221080390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7468603870221080390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7468603870221080390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7468603870221080390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-2372402546110365658</id><published>2007-12-30T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:19:53.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3d-0jWJsNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GPH4iR6602U/s1600-h/mail231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3d-0jWJsNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GPH4iR6602U/s320/mail231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149724140227899602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for what happened, it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess everything is fine now.Hopefully ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;you ment well, that i know but you can never stop jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;just dont give up on me.i love you, i truely do, no one else i swear.&lt;br /&gt;its just hard. how i wish that these people dont exist but well we can never have a &lt;br /&gt;perfect relationship. i seriously thought it was over when you said, just let me say it and like your msn name was 'to never love again.' at that point i lost control of my emotions and just cried. i know that half of you is giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, i truely am. i know i have dissapointed you.its just trust that we're lacking of. if this is truely the root of the problem then i suggest we work on it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna sound emo but yeah tears are rolling down my cheeks as i write this post. i want you to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Dianah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dbvlEnRhTK"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dbvlEnRhTK" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-2372402546110365658?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2372402546110365658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=2372402546110365658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/2372402546110365658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/2372402546110365658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/tear.html' title='tear.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3d-0jWJsNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GPH4iR6602U/s72-c/mail231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-5853218143552977100</id><published>2007-12-29T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:23:28.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALKING about the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3Z0ejWJsMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V-vI50MS3eE/s1600-h/dianahhorsey%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3Z0ejWJsMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V-vI50MS3eE/s320/dianahhorsey%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149431292177789122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey whats up?&lt;br /&gt;how have you guys been doing? all geared up for 08'?&lt;br /&gt;well i hope so:)&lt;br /&gt;see time flies like super fast till like you dont even realize how close 2008 is.&lt;br /&gt;its just sad. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its gonna be a whole new start for all of us and hopefully,we'd be able to fullfil whatever that hasnt been fullfiled in 2007.i dont wanna mention about my resolutions cause sometimes, during the middle part of the year, we kinda go off track and loose the whole 'i'm gonno do this' spirit and we'll just do the same old thing. oh well. its just a matter of putting in more effort.i pray that we'd succeed in whatever we do and that we'd always be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are just some of thoughts and like these are random ones.please dont get me wrong, im not hitting on anyone.these are like afew of my common phrase in 2007:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" oh boy, this is boring"&lt;br /&gt;"crap,i just wanna sleep"&lt;br /&gt;"shhh shut up will you?"&lt;br /&gt;" you make me smile like never before"&lt;br /&gt;" I LOVE YOU "&lt;br /&gt;" dont metion. im cool"&lt;br /&gt;"nice"&lt;br /&gt;" awsome shit"&lt;br /&gt;"shabalabdingdong"&lt;br /&gt;"roll down great wall of china"&lt;br /&gt;"fine be that way"&lt;br /&gt;" just forget it, dont answer my calls"&lt;br /&gt;"stop mentioning her name cause.."&lt;br /&gt;"BIATCH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap many more. LALALLALAALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-5853218143552977100?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5853218143552977100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=5853218143552977100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/5853218143552977100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/5853218143552977100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/talking-about-end.html' title='TALKING about the end.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R3Z0ejWJsMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V-vI50MS3eE/s72-c/dianahhorsey%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6618437488115012145</id><published>2007-12-16T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:05:36.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGsongsong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxXc1E_w6hY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxXc1E_w6hY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the song.Gonna learn:)i was freaking bored so i watched tv. im not gonna like post anything about haddayemmmmmiiaiiaidadsdaisdjiazaaa winning assssssssiiiaann idole cause.. HAHAH i dont like it when you know you google someones name then like you know, people find you blog. hmmm very stupid i know.screwing up most popular keywords. HAHAHA.went on friendster look at crappy people make mydelf more unhappy then signed out just to take a breather. hmph. Tuanku is now sleeping and im like still begging him! hopefully i can go out. URGH. the reason why im not sleeping is because I CANT GO OUT! urgh urgh urgh.like seriously atleast i inform you that im going out so the answer should be a YES cause its friggin retarded when you say NO and give me a crappy reason. okay im just pissed off man i seriously am.URGH URGH URGH URGH!like seriously man c'mon i have like only 2 freaking weeks of holiday. CANT I ENJOY MY HOLIDAYS? its not like i go out and do bad stuff or go rob some ah o.god damnit i hate it man. This is just so stupid man i swear. NOW I ONLY HAVE  A WEEK LEFT.first its not like i went for a freaking holiday and secondly like what i cant go out this whole week? what the hell man come on lets be reasonable. i hate the holidays man. i might as well go to school. WAY BETTER.HOLIDAYS SUCK SUCK SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. even those stupid nerds can go out. what the hell. ONE WEEK LEFT ONE WEEK OH MY GOD I SAID ONE WEEEEEEEEEK!damn this stupid shit.damn it i swear. THANKS FOR SCREWING UP MY HOLIDAYS OH AND CONGRATS IM JUST GONNA STAY AN HOME AN NOT TALK TO ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant type anymore its making me lose control. Maybe some would know the reason why this outing means alot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6618437488115012145?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6618437488115012145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6618437488115012145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6618437488115012145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6618437488115012145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/songsongsong.html' title='SONGsongsong.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-7622053533300506577</id><published>2007-12-16T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:06:53.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>backinLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2UU2DWJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bjCUI53zsHE/s1600-h/PAULA2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2UU2DWJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bjCUI53zsHE/s320/PAULA2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144541068184367282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2UUpDWJsKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vXxoHj4pif8/s1600-h/paula.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2UUpDWJsKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vXxoHj4pif8/s320/paula.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144540844846067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH i am so so friggin happy:) went to OCC with my dad and godpa cause like i've not been going to the range for like a month or so. Finally, we found our free time and we went this afternoon.I just brought like afew clubs, damn lazy to bring full set. I was like okay when i started then i lost the momentum then i got worse and i started dancing.I guess i enjoy fooling around but it was more of humiliating myself i guess. I mean seriously what would you do if you had a bad swing? well different people have different reactions so dancing like a fool is one of my ways of expressing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. this is when the whole miracle thing started."Drinks!" i was so relieved cause i seriously needed a drink. Forgot to bring my water bottle cause why? BECAUSE, ITS WITH DEAREST SYAZWAN.lol.yeah yeah okay so i bought a can ice lemon tea and like my dad bougth redbull. then he said something to the women and she was like giving that blur face. she had difficulties understanding anyway.damn cute. she was like 1.20 but she took out her fingers and showed us 1.30. damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i like drank half a tin and continued.OMG damn far. like never before. godpa was like WOAH. hahahah.damn cute. it was kinda consistent. so it was alright. took out my phone and smsed my coach telling him that i found my source of energy and that is by..DRINKING ICE LEMON TEA:D then he laughed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like only using my 8 iron then i took out 5 iron instead. Lagi pro. lol. then i started to slack slack slack. then i couldnt hit and i started dancing again. poor godpa i always turn to him and like give a retarded face of sing some stupid stuff that i randomly create. hahahah.after all that, my dad and i went to find that peneng food exhibit but it was like at the main lobby so like we went back to the range.&lt;br /&gt;guess what, a man who was working there gave us like a bucket full of balls worth around 20 bucks. My godpa was like eh eh eh better take some, i cant play already, damn tired. LOL. so my dad took over.hahah then i was kepo kepo went there and like eh eh i wanna play again. You know what, that uncle went to get me like another basket! Dang if he keeps on giving, we wont finish until like midnight. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's damn generous.&lt;br /&gt;so after that whole tiring day, we went to makan. Whee i ate minced chicken noodle. But not at CS, in my fave place.Unfortunately, the noodle was too dry today. Haiya.. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i went to OCC instead of marina because im lazy. lol. Ball will come out automatically after each shot at OCC:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAULA CREAMER:DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7622053533300506577?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7622053533300506577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7622053533300506577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7622053533300506577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7622053533300506577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/backinline.html' title='backinLINE'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2UU2DWJsLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bjCUI53zsHE/s72-c/PAULA2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-4534462924456489844</id><published>2007-12-13T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:17:48.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thisiswhatidowhenimBORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2E_A1NkGhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mBWWTHVThdU/s1600-h/sen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2E_A1NkGhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mBWWTHVThdU/s320/sen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143461532950338066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Oleh:Dianah Zulifli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti ditonton di episode Detik ekstra tadi,saya harus mengatakan bahawasanya memang benar bahawa kedudukan wanita kini lebih menonjol kerana ramai diantara masyarakat melayu islam terutamanya kaum wanita telah berjaya untuk mencapai kejayaan dalam pelbagai aspek. Sebagai seorang anak melayu islam dan seorang wanita,saya ingin juga mengharumkan lagi nama masyarakat kami. Saya amat terkagum dengan kejayaan mereka. Banyak yang dapat kami mempelajari dari mereka terutamanya,sebauh minda yang terbuka dan cara professional mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malangnya, tidak ramai diantara masyarakat kami yang mempunyai cara pemikiran yang terbuka. Saya memang setuju dengan Puan Khadijah bahawa ada di kalangan masyarakat kami yang masih mempunyai fikiran bahawa peranan wanita ialah hanya di rumah. Bukankah ia masa untuk menukar cara pemikiran mereka? Ini hanya diantara satu-satu contoh yang telah ditonjolkan oleh Puan Khadijah tadi apabila ditanya tentang tahap&lt;br /&gt;pencapaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara am juga, ramai wanita kini menceburi pelbagai bidang lagi untuk memperkembangkan lagi nama melayu di serata dunia. Kami kini telah berada pada paras yang tinggi. Ini bukan sebuah perkara yang bergitu eksotisisme. Pada pendapat saya, kejayaan sebergini dapat diteruskan oleh generasi yang akan datang, hanya dengan cara pemikiran terbuka, sikap professional dan dengan sikap yang positif juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya harap bahawa masyarakat kami akan terus maju dan akan selalu berkembang kerana kami memang mempunyai potensi yang baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-4534462924456489844?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4534462924456489844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=4534462924456489844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/4534462924456489844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/4534462924456489844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/thisiswhatidowhenimbored.html' title='thisiswhatidowhenimBORED'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R2E_A1NkGhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mBWWTHVThdU/s72-c/sen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-7040848093204541040</id><published>2007-12-13T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:16:47.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot that Allah is always forgiving:(&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that He would want the  only best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream says:&lt;br /&gt;babe stop crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cesse la pluie. says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;scream says:&lt;br /&gt;dont woorry im here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cesse la pluie. says:&lt;br /&gt;but not forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream says:&lt;br /&gt;hey theres nothin i cando for you better than what he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream says:&lt;br /&gt;and he will ALWAYS be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there darling:) i'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time we dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of how it all could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none can say what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after the dawn the sun will set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the truth remains in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises we make in vain and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words we give for a while to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower fades away - like everything else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everything fades away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the words will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the truth remains in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando solo el silencio canta (when only silence sings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, my friend, my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y solo tus sueÃ±os bastan (when your dreams are sufficient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood ain't blood for just the veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears don't bleed the heart has failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some space to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it all up for just a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the truth remains in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises we make in vain and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words we give for a while to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower fades away - like everything else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everything fades away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the words will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the truth remains in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From street thugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ghetto sufis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding their breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clutch to riches and fame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it's all that's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness is kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through minds awakened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we break our word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the bread we breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsÃ­ que tus palabras son mi cuna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi promesa es tu luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando tu verso es verde claro que busca en el monte amparo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi verso es un puÃ±al que da agua de coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo promesas tatuadas en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Translation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your words are my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My promise is your moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your verse is pure green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching in the sheltering wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my verse is a dagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of clear coral water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry promises tattooed on my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring us together 'til we part again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the words will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the truth remains in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are stuck to the heart my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JVLQcUXyVT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JVLQcUXyVT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7040848093204541040?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7040848093204541040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7040848093204541040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7040848093204541040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7040848093204541040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot-that-allah-is-always-forgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-441807463151698782</id><published>2007-12-10T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:51:45.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the EATINGbusiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R15BglNkGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dNHdpCZavBU/s1600-h/bcm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R15BglNkGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dNHdpCZavBU/s320/bcm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142619852504308178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyaiaiaiaia.&lt;br /&gt;went to TM to go look for some stuff at Popular.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they didnt have it there or maybe they have it but they just didnt understand a single shit that i was saying. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so then i met PONG&amp;HAZEl:D lol.havent met Hazel in ages.&lt;br /&gt;we kinda like met for what 20 mins or so? yeah. cause like Pong had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;so hazel and i were supposed to go to CS to have lunch until she saw her parents.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. the she left aswell, leaving me ALONE:(&lt;br /&gt;but being alone doesnt stop me from doing stuff.HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went for lunch, ALONE, yes alone. its kina fun but at times you do feel disoriented. But seriously, who cares? all i care is that i eat and i make my stomach happy:))) lol. what a retard..&lt;br /&gt;so i headed to food culture and i ate my normal meal, Minced Chicken Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;i like the food but i hate the lady who sells it. what a SNOB i swear. she gives you that you-owe-me-money kinda look HAHAHAHA. awesome i wonder how she pulls it off all the time or maybe she's tired. loller. damn cool. Apparently i think she's more siao siao today. SHE ADDED LOADS OF CHILLI IN MY NOODLE. like wth man. what's her freaking problem? mad cow. so like the noodle is HOT, literally hot and it was GOODNESS-GRACIOUSLY SPICY! she's a retard. although im kinda the chili princess, it was way way spicy. hahaha besides, i didnt buy a drink. WELL I NEVER BUY DRINKS WHEN I GO FOR LUNCH. a complete waste of money. hahaha. this makes me sound more like a retard.mmmm. it was so unbearable that i walked off. firstly im alone, secondly, the noodle is hot,thirdly my face turned red because it was so so hot and lastly, i rubbed my eye and it was so painful that i started tearing.HOW HUMILIATING IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;NABS. if you dont know what minced chicken noodle is, i'll mince you and eat you with noodles. HMPH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-441807463151698782?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/441807463151698782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=441807463151698782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/441807463151698782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/441807463151698782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/eatingbusiness.html' title='the EATINGbusiness.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R15BglNkGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dNHdpCZavBU/s72-c/bcm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-7028451506492890345</id><published>2007-12-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:04:34.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loveyoulahbabe :D</title><content type='html'>awww babe's in a bad mood cause ive been away for 10 days haha&lt;br /&gt;she like practically keep forcin me to read this post yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i said ill read it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing she kinda wants all my atttention cause&lt;br /&gt;im in the GIVE HER LOADS OF ATTENTION MOOD! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days makes you appreciate alot of things alot more&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how 10 days can make her go mad like some cow shit spitted out by a croc and digested by a naked mole rat :D&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least im back to save her&lt;br /&gt;and save myself from certain death from extreme missing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7028451506492890345?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7028451506492890345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7028451506492890345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7028451506492890345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7028451506492890345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/loveyoulahbabe-d.html' title='loveyoulahbabe :D'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-69986033266003990</id><published>2007-12-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:53:57.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1q91VNkGcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EV4r6j4a31E/s1600-h/s%26d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1q91VNkGcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EV4r6j4a31E/s320/s%26d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141630648521595330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for fixing it hun:)&lt;br /&gt;today was not that bad. yeah im like absolutely tired for god knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging much today. Its now 11.28 pm and he just went offline.&lt;br /&gt;im abit moody now. i just dont know why. &lt;br /&gt;every single word disturbs me and that's bad. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just the sudden rage that makes you worked up and like you kinda scold&lt;br /&gt;your chair, your bed, your phone, your computer etc.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its just insanity but its totally happening to me now.&lt;br /&gt;like im not in the mood for any 'CHEER UP OKAY' kinda shit cause it aint gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;like totally i swear. LIKE SCREW THE FREAKIN' AIRCON cause its bloody cold.Like hello stupido its supposed to make you feel cool. see its totally outrageous but like yeah. hahaha SCREW THE GOD DAMN SOCCER MATCH sounnds better i guess.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. im freaking evil but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be honest now. maybe all i want is just YOUR attention. cause i've not been getting it for TEN pumbanana days. shit im being abit too frank. yeah but who the hell cares.NOW IM OPENING UP. EVERYONE LOOK AT ME IM OPENING UP. i dont know whats happening but whatever thats happening is happening because  I LOVE YOU. I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. IM YOUR FRIGGIN #1 FAN AND I LOVE YOU MORE THEN I LOVE FOOD.i cant believe i just said that but see i honour you more than FOOD. i must be CCCCC-CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;IM TIREDDDDD IM TIREDDDDDDDDDDD omg omg omg omg can anyone hear me? NO yeah now thats the problem. im sure im not the only girlfriend who's feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;and whoever thinks that this post makes me sound like an attention seeker, you go seek the toilet auntie for cleaning techinques so that you can clean your brain properly with clorox and then spray detol for anticeptic. HAHAHAH IM CRAPPING.but i mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               " i wish i wish with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;                 that my phone would viberate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     OMFG MY FUCKING PHONE RANG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-69986033266003990?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/69986033266003990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=69986033266003990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/69986033266003990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/69986033266003990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/today.html' title='toDAY'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1q91VNkGcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EV4r6j4a31E/s72-c/s%26d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6003404297434361761</id><published>2007-12-07T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:52:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee im back</title><content type='html'>whee im back. haha&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i pretty much saved dianah's blog&lt;br /&gt;thank me bitch :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes gonna scream when she see's its okay again.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no biggy&lt;br /&gt;took me what&lt;br /&gt;2 HOURS TO FIX IT! haha&lt;br /&gt;but nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything for her :)&lt;br /&gt;{youknowwho}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6003404297434361761?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6003404297434361761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6003404297434361761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6003404297434361761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6003404297434361761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/whee-im-back.html' title='whee im back'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-7650204071620264358</id><published>2007-12-06T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:30:11.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOW THE FLAMING CROWS THE DINGOES ATE MA BABEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jMSlNkGXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2V07rDEeFFQ/s1600-h/home+ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jMSlNkGXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2V07rDEeFFQ/s320/home+ec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141083594242136434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's back.whee. totally happy.___________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;there's like a gig at DXO tomorrow but like there's Shannen's party&lt;br /&gt;so yeah its out of my list now. teehee.i seriously dont know what i should wear.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. i needa holla my fashion babeh.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im like rotting at home. how cool.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays suck. And yeah i've gotten my school bag and shoes&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT MY SCHOOL BOOKS.lol. i must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;totally am.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was cool. we're having a break from band for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;but it resumes on the 27th :( a day after boxing day.&lt;br /&gt;so shannen, jayni and i went to Cahaya to have lunch andthen veron joined us.&lt;br /&gt;it food was good but mine had no kick because ther is no CHILLI. lol. so &lt;br /&gt;jayni and i exchaged our food. Geez her Mee goreng was toatlly spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesomely funny i swear. we ate like so much and we couldnt stop lauging at&lt;br /&gt;our lame jokes. totally hilarious. and like the Uncle was such a dear. He gave us like free Fried Wanton. wooh. hahah and he topped up feee milo for jayni and shannen. "Its on the house!" hahah he such a cool uncle.oh so then we went to Tangs and i met my mom. hahaha Jayni was with her christmas hat and my mom was like "Merry Christmas HOHOHO" how lame -.- but oh well. LOL. yeah so i was looking through my stuff and i found some uber cool Home Econs notes. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-7650204071620264358?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7650204071620264358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7650204071620264358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7650204071620264358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7650204071620264358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/stow-flaming-crows-dingoes-ate-ma-babeh.html' title='STOW THE FLAMING CROWS THE DINGOES ATE MA BABEH.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jMSlNkGXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2V07rDEeFFQ/s72-c/home+ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-9107674021739251107</id><published>2007-12-04T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:49:14.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats UP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1U-rVNkGVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LT3NAyHVhqg/s1600-h/dd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1U-rVNkGVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LT3NAyHVhqg/s320/dd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140083463862622546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post was like what November?lol.&lt;br /&gt;crap shit.&lt;br /&gt;wont blog about stuff that happened before today.&lt;br /&gt;im counting friggin days till he comes home.I hope he's enjoying himself there and i hope he's alright. im scared for afew reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)there MIGHT be a bangla who finds him cute. then KIDNAP him.&lt;br /&gt;2)he misses me like hell and cant take it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3)*HE FOUND AN ACHI THERE.then bring her back to S'pore then say SAYONARA to me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*low possibility:)phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah balls whatever im still crapping like before but its awesomely crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, no kidding peepz. oh oh and i bought a christmas dress already:D&lt;br /&gt;HAH.okay so like i was about to finish this post UNTIL.. my mom came in and like&lt;br /&gt;searched for some dumb stuff. yeah okay whatever. Anyhoo, i irritated the hell out of her and she thinks that im mad. well how AMAZING is that? awesome shit man.. WOOHOO. love that fact. oh can my day be any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah crap im crapping again.she said that i play stupid songs on the piano. WELL WHO CARES. they're my fingers,i feel like playing it. if you dont wanna listen, shut those ears, thats why they have that noise-blocker thing where you stuff it in your ear. I KNOW YOU'D BE READING THIS POST MAMA. big smile to you lady :D i did it in jest mama. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat prata la deyy. im about to DIE. cant wait for that bummer to come home. not my father but YOU KNOW WHO.lol. PADADADADADADA. i intend to like post some emo crap but yeah now im angry so its more of sarcasm anyways. i can hear Dal making some lame farting sound and that poor innocent durrah is laughing like a mad toad. BAHAHAHAH. can you imagine? okay its getting abit annoying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been annoying Dal these past few days. cant stand the fact that she hogs the phone longer than i do. like hello, she's only 6! its not that bad because she's not talking to any strange friend but its my own cutie cousin which is a year older however, my dearest Dal treats her asthough she is onlder than that cousin of mine. hahaha. apparently, Dal didnt wanna talk to her today so she asked me to fake some shit. so here is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin:HELLO! Dahlia please.&lt;br /&gt;me: she just flew off.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: but i just spoke to her awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah but she just left with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: eh where she go?&lt;br /&gt;me: states.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: US?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah DUH.&lt;br /&gt;cousin:when will she come home?&lt;br /&gt;me: 14th.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;me:bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin:can you ask dahlia to call me?&lt;br /&gt;me: okay. later.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: bye&lt;br /&gt;me:bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call THREE(20 sec after putting down the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: EH EH ask her to call my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay okay, will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: ehhhh dont lie to me. i know she's in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;me: wait, we conference with dahlia ( she picks up phone from another room.LOL)&lt;br /&gt;dahlia: yes im in the hotel now. ( WHAT A BUM HOW CAN SHE REACH AMREICA SO QUICKLY?)&lt;br /&gt;cousin:are you really in US?&lt;br /&gt;dahlia: ah ah ye betul i tak bohong.(means: yea yes im not lying)&lt;br /&gt;me: HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;cousins sister: eh dianah, is dahlia really in states?&lt;br /&gt;me: YEAH duh go check you caller ID its private. (deceived)&lt;br /&gt;cousins sister: OH YAH.&lt;br /&gt;me: AHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;dahlia: eh im busy la. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;cousin: bye&lt;br /&gt;me: PHEW THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was  call FIVE, call SIX and finally call SEVEN. hahaha. kinda fun. 2 more days and he'll be home:D cant wait. p.s. I MISS YOU A HELL LOAD:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-9107674021739251107?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9107674021739251107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=9107674021739251107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/9107674021739251107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/9107674021739251107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-up.html' title='whats UP?'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1U-rVNkGVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LT3NAyHVhqg/s72-c/dd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-4093973859505308409</id><published>2007-11-12T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:19:41.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWINGagain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jl91NkGbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXQj0CtcY1w/s1600-h/lumi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jl91NkGbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXQj0CtcY1w/s320/lumi9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111825062173106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jl41NkGaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NPurs52sRKY/s1600-h/lumi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jl41NkGaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NPurs52sRKY/s320/lumi8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111739162827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jly1NkGZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yJatc-KZU50/s1600-h/anggunluminescence27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jly1NkGZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yJatc-KZU50/s320/anggunluminescence27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111636083612050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jltVNkGYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-SyZz7NarNk/s1600-h/anggunluminescence20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jltVNkGYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-SyZz7NarNk/s320/anggunluminescence20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111541594331522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzgSLm5vY0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i43pJXFSLqk/s1600-h/ha44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131871766019269442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzgSLm5vY0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i43pJXFSLqk/s320/ha44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzgRZW5vYzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/optWRo0qO1g/s1600-h/anggunluminescence23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131870902730842930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzgRZW5vYzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/optWRo0qO1g/s320/anggunluminescence23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up listening to Anggun. She's a friggin good singer. It was back in 1999. Still remember my mom blasting her songs when i was little. Its awesome man,love it. She's my biggest Idol i must say (in terms a celebrities ). I've always wanted to look like Anggun, had her hair, had her skin colour but im like the Chubbier version:) hahah. Check out her new photos. The particular song that i remeber listening to was Snow on the Sahara. Well im gonna share the video with you guys. Back then, there was like Spice Girls, those dumb boy bands and like yeah. I was a huge fan of the Spice Girls, but most of all, it was ANGGUN:D yeah rocking. teehee closest picture i have. hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-4093973859505308409?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4093973859505308409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=4093973859505308409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/4093973859505308409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/4093973859505308409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/growingagain.html' title='GROWINGagain'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/R1jl91NkGbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXQj0CtcY1w/s72-c/lumi9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-3232286234480507559</id><published>2007-11-06T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:50:12.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUESSSSday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzejO25vYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2Imk8VpQtgY/s1600-h/block+poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131749776063161122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzejO25vYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2Imk8VpQtgY/s320/block+poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzejGW5vYxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50FQnrTcN_M/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131749630034273042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzejGW5vYxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50FQnrTcN_M/s320/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rzei_G5vYwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q7zNL0hNxAw/s1600-h/attempt+MRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131749505480221442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rzei_G5vYwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q7zNL0hNxAw/s320/attempt+MRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woops i forgot to wake up at 8 urh and i kinda didnt get my postings Thanks to a reliable soure:D you rock. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and i got into the class i wanted! wheee. not gonna tell you peepz. MUAHAHAH. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like you'd wanna know anyway.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; someones having his time of his life at the chalet while, i was at a critical stage of boredom. mmmm. that bad. yeah so i called Natasha and went over to her place then we had lunch at Sakura with Choco and Choco's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; which apprently natasha hates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; cool aye. i had like SINGAPORE FRIED BEEHOON. yeah the portion was HUGE i mean it. mmm and like there was 7% gst. hahaha. what to do.No wonder people enjoy going to Mac's etc. ahhh who gives a shit. so yeah we went to Mr. Bean to hang out. call daniel and he came. whee. so then dayah went home so it was only sha sha, daniel and i. we then took a train to Tampines and we went to tm. Daniel had lunch hahaha baked rice. damn tempting but not Halal.so yeah sha sha and i just stared 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we were like such retards. okay so Daniel had to leave because he had like some soccer stuff at Bedok later on.Poor boy, no rest. sha sha decided to come over so we were like literally strolling in the park lol. UNTIL.. i saw my fathers car. and i ran pass all the slow poke and like i ran up the stairs. INJURED MY TOE:( hahaha anyways, here are some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-3232286234480507559?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3232286234480507559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=3232286234480507559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/3232286234480507559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/3232286234480507559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuessssday.html' title='TUESSSSday'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RzejO25vYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2Imk8VpQtgY/s72-c/block+poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6635792112280692449</id><published>2007-11-04T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:40:09.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2uX6kkXbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FVOqgg1N1CQ/s1600-h/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128947276527721906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2uX6kkXbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FVOqgg1N1CQ/s320/eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2t-qkkXaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/anrRBO5NPnA/s1600-h/finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128946842736024994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2t-qkkXaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/anrRBO5NPnA/s320/finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2tXKkkXZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WgOHNXqUdlI/s1600-h/huge+baloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128946164131192210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2tXKkkXZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WgOHNXqUdlI/s320/huge+baloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry peepz, i havent been posting since like Friday and stuff. well i was kinda busy with rehersals and all the shit. yeah so Syazwan's open house was the bomb:D whee. im too lazy to elaborate but it sure was an awesome shit.yeah then i had to go to AIM in the morning to rehearse our item. shit havent memorise. im so dead. then i met ameera and sacha. we headed to town had lunch then i chao home. when i got home, i lazed around and then attended my aunts open house. MMMM the food was great. ehh c'mon who doesnt enjoy eating? raise your hands if you do and imma smack that KABUMMBA shit out of you. kidding la. im like too lazy to post. yeah so today i attended dal's graduation concert. mmmm coool. yeah here are some pics.ohh and mama flew back on time. wheee. she's home and not feeling well. how sad. mmm i got hot stuff that you dont have:DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6635792112280692449?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6635792112280692449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6635792112280692449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6635792112280692449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6635792112280692449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-peepz-i-havent-been-posting-since.html' title=''/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ry2uX6kkXbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FVOqgg1N1CQ/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-5875532840505277485</id><published>2007-11-01T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:21:00.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSdaybut itsalreadyFRIDAY</title><content type='html'>sorry i wasnt in the mood to podt yesterday. but watch this really nice video. i've been listening to it since morning.yeah so imma go to Syazwannnnnnnn's open house later:D wheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-5875532840505277485?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5875532840505277485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=5875532840505277485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/5875532840505277485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/5875532840505277485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursdaybut-itsalreadyfriday.html' title='THURSdaybut itsalreadyFRIDAY'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-8131380958865574612</id><published>2007-11-01T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:28:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_zqkkXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Orb1IjdqGFg/s1600-h/h4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127770176315743618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_zqkkXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Orb1IjdqGFg/s320/h4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_qqkkXXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qL-sRQF2hiU/s1600-h/h3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127770021696920946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_qqkkXXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qL-sRQF2hiU/s320/h3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_f6kkXWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L8cj3K0SBRQ/s1600-h/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127769837013327202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_f6kkXWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L8cj3K0SBRQ/s320/h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_R6kkXVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KG_LYyyjIqY/s1600-h/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127769596495158610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_R6kkXVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KG_LYyyjIqY/s320/h1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_AqkkXUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0u4U4z6ZAlA/s1600-h/cheers+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127769300142415170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_AqkkXUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0u4U4z6ZAlA/s320/cheers+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl-06kkXTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U2VIdH8mxhg/s1600-h/5h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127769098278952242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl-06kkXTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U2VIdH8mxhg/s320/5h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIANAH DOES NOT WISH TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AT HOME AFTER THE HALLOWEEN PARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but i gotta thank Shan for organising such a wonderful party and my beloved PERC section for making it such a blast. im now sick and i dont wish to elaborate why im still shaking. Above were some of the shots taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-8131380958865574612?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8131380958865574612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=8131380958865574612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/8131380958865574612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/8131380958865574612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOween'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/Ryl_zqkkXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Orb1IjdqGFg/s72-c/h4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6247565438805309392</id><published>2007-10-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:32:32.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEwereoutdownthelane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rycj6akkXSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T2PT4Fpz6ds/s1600-h/breakfast+MONSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127106187256683810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rycj6akkXSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T2PT4Fpz6ds/s320/breakfast+MONSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so i had to wake up at 6,eh and guess what, i was way Pro-er than my maid. I preapared the all time Kids Fave Breakfast Menu:D(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dianah's collection) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was like a typical Anak Dara. HAHAH. i dont understand why malay people call girls my age Anak Dara well it kinda means a grown up girl and has like something that has to do with her virginity so yeahh if you translate it to english right away, it'll sound WRONG. hhahah yeah enough about that. Oh and the most crucial part of the day, ESCAPING. hahahah. my dad was sleeping so what else, Cabut la.wooh rushed down to City Hall to meet Syazwan and then we went to Holland Village. Mmmm quite boring well thats because i had no money. Apparently SOMEONE wanted to get his mommays birthday gift but doesnt know what she likes. wahhh. teruk i tell you. okay so hahah we went to makan Swensens. what he said was kinda offensive but i was COOL. you shit. he said "I bet you wont be able to survive without the whole high class thing for 2 weeks" well bloody hell you!hahahah bloody planetnetnabuulambada. who cares what he said, i dont give a shit anyway. I ONLY HEAR THE GOOD THINGS:D yeah dianah whatever...off to town wah shit damn tired. He offered me a pair of Paul Frank slipper but i was like NAHHH its okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but deep inside i was like YES PLEASE:DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;see, im such a nice Girlfriend:)) *wavestotheleftandtotheright*sexy monster says EH YOU STARE WHAT STARE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;______LAZY TO POST MODE_________&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/223245001199356583-6247565438805309392?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6247565438805309392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6247565438805309392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6247565438805309392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6247565438805309392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/wewereoutdownthelane.html' title='WEwereoutdownthelane.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rycj6akkXSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T2PT4Fpz6ds/s72-c/breakfast+MONSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-7382572983528493631</id><published>2007-10-29T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:37:54.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEWWWWWWupupandaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXULakkXNI/AAAAAAAAADc/cqNN18ym9-w/s1600-h/cloud9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126737043407527122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXULakkXNI/AAAAAAAAADc/cqNN18ym9-w/s320/cloud9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay mama left:( Dal was emoing. Poor baby . Yeah so i went for Band this morning but unfortunately, i was 10 mins late. and why?? because the came late!bloody Lambada i was at the bus-stop at 7 and the bus would arrive at about 7.10 but guess what IT CAME AT 7.30! outrageous la walau. stup shit. oh gosh im soooo fed up. yeah so i went for band just to show my face then left to send mama off. had to play warm-ups but too bad when i had to play the snare, i had to go. BAHHHH. eh i was the only one there. lol! hahahahah Ahha so i arrived at the airport wayy before anyone did. i was in a good mood so i bought mama a Daisy because that would cheer her up:) eh its not easy to plan a meeting for hundreds of people you know.. IT TAKES A SUPERWOMAN LIKE MY MOM TO BE ABLE TO DO IT:D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mother, you're my herooooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahah so okay then before she left, we went to Swensens to have lunch then we sent her off and papa brought us home and he left again. spent my whole day staring at the computer screen. Geez it must've killed me. But hey, im still alive and still posting:)) oh and poor sayang is SICK:( get well soon okay? hehh. im sure when you see my face tomorrow, you'd feel way way better. no need to consult doctor all that shit. waste money. &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/223245001199356583-7382572983528493631?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7382572983528493631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7382572983528493631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7382572983528493631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7382572983528493631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-mama-left-dal-was-emoing.html' title='SHEWWWWWWupupandaway.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXULakkXNI/AAAAAAAAADc/cqNN18ym9-w/s72-c/cloud9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-1705284770796085466</id><published>2007-10-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:16:28.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RySZnKkkXMI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Q8mlut5_pU/s1600-h/LITTLE+MONSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126391173986147522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RySZnKkkXMI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Q8mlut5_pU/s320/LITTLE+MONSTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE MAMA. TAKE CARE IM GONNA MISS YOU:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she'd be gone for a week.MUAHAHAH im up to no good. urh but that little monster up there will hunt me down. Geez Durrah, YOU'RE A LITTLE MONSTER:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; nah she didnt get that from me:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-1705284770796085466?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1705284770796085466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=1705284770796085466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1705284770796085466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1705284770796085466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonday.html' title='SONday.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RySZnKkkXMI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Q8mlut5_pU/s72-c/LITTLE+MONSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6735235811291656321</id><published>2007-10-27T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T08:43:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVEsaturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/hYV7OI16X0/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/hYV7OI16X0/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;take a listen:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6735235811291656321?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6735235811291656321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6735235811291656321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6735235811291656321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6735235811291656321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/livesaturday.html' title='LIVEsaturday'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-1275466178481521812</id><published>2007-10-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:28:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVEsaturday</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.30am this morning, ran to the bathroom, took my shower and quickly rushed to the bus-stop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; really feeling the heat of being a typical Singaporean you know, those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; people. Its like everything has to be at top speed and yeah no delaying that kinda shit. Sometimes i find myself like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nuisance because i keep on telling myself that my journey to school takes me atleast an hour which in real fact is only 45mins at most i guess oh and that i have to be in school atleast 15 mins before the session begins and finally, WHAT IF THERE WERE SOMETHING THAT WOULD HOLD ME BACK. So its like if the event starts at 8, i'd wake up at 6 then shower up till 6.25 then i'd get ready to leave which is until about 6.45 then id rush to the bus-stop which would then be 6.55 then the bus woulg come at 7.05 so id be in school by 7.45 the latest. im going KUKU. hahah so when i arrived in school, it started to drizzle. So we stayed up in the band room up till 9 something. So we spent likr 30 mins on watching a video. bla bla bla eh and sectionals were fun:) hahaha then went home, jalan Raya hahah had alot of fun EATING and this lady was like "why dont you go to Hong Kong for shopping? it'll be alot more fun" yeah she's like you typical Datin (malay version of Tai Tai) hahah damn funny kept on laughing because she couldnt stop talking. she was like cho cho cho all the way. her husband is damn funny. He is this Caucasian who can converse in Bahasa Melayu. Stylo babe. Oh and baby's complaining about the bad food in camp. Oh poor child:( DONT WORRY BABY YOU'RE LEAVING TOMORROW:D damn i miss him like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-1275466178481521812?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1275466178481521812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=1275466178481521812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1275466178481521812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/1275466178481521812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/livesaturday_27.html' title='LIVEsaturday'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-223245001199356583.post-850565479801616785</id><published>2007-10-26T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:27:18.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYEtoyou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXe-akkXPI/AAAAAAAAADs/dVZkjoWJexU/s1600-h/beforeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126748914697133298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXe-akkXPI/AAAAAAAAADs/dVZkjoWJexU/s320/beforeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXeaqkkXOI/AAAAAAAAADk/nQPoNdoVIDM/s1600-h/MISS+TEO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126748300516809954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXeaqkkXOI/AAAAAAAAADk/nQPoNdoVIDM/s320/MISS+TEO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RySUsqkkXLI/AAAAAAAAADM/M0vJz_9r7CA/s1600-h/class07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126385770917289138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RySUsqkkXLI/AAAAAAAAADM/M0vJz_9r7CA/s320/class07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syazzy left for camp again and here i am,all alone. Like how could you? Nahh, just kiddin'. Fran wasnt in the bus today and i like forgot that she had actually left for Bangalore.Oh god.Like bloody hell seriously i was such a loner today. So i walked into class with that oh so sleepy look and BAM, i laid my head on the table and..Zzzzz.urh only for 56seconds until Shan came and POWW she slammed chocolates on the table. hahah.BEECH. so i was still smsing syazzy and i had to go.BLAAA.mmmhhm assembly got metrembling for some reason i just dont know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we went up to class and baby it was spring cleaning time. DIANAH FOUND TREASURE S!unfortunately, there wasnt a Rainbow. so much for your god damned books left in that stupid god knows what hahah but oh well who cares we got it cleared within 20 mins. AMEERA,you're one of those who are guilty of doin that. Whee. and then we got back our report book and i was so cool. no reaction, no whatsoever. I just wonder why some buzzoks have to pretend asthough they've been abducted by aliens!(ah- lianzzz) baby you know who you are, you keep me laughing that the chairs and tables couldnt handle the pressure.BAHHH.ringggggggggggggggg (you know how bells sound) ITS RECESS RECESS everyone rushed to the canteen to enjoy their last canteen food af the year. I had Nasi Lemak ohsosexy. We then headed to the dance studio for a talk by Mrs Regina Lee, the super groovy pricipal. ehhh another case of a Tai Tai but not those typicall ones this one is Professional.hahahah. i love her outfit, it was so Flaunty. yeah yeah so then we went back to class and we had our final singing session! how sad, we sang our alltime fave, Umbrella.i almost got so emotional but i had to like focus more on getting my pitches right:D i have a video of it but its wiht Diane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So imma get it soon and yeah will update it on my sexaye blog. It amazes me how much singing as like a class and those guitar babes playing had actually bonded us. It didnt matter if you had what it takes to sing or what it takes to play the guitar but every melody played or sang played a huge part in making us bond and that is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beloved Classmates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank all of you for supporting me and for your continous encouragement. You guys have enabled me to stand up for what is right and speak for what is the truth. I just want all of you to know, that I would always be praying for all of you and that i would keep you close to my heart. Forgive me for what i've done wrong or if i've said something that has offended you in any way. We may have had our up's and down's but let us just treasure the joyous moments and celebrate what we have achieved in this year of 2007. The most memorable moment was the last time we spent this afternoon, when we all sang the song Umbrella. I felt the sudden surge of class spirit and i was actually unable to control myself, If only you guys knew how i felt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the pictures are damn cute. 1)EHHH. ready anot? 2) two5ohseven with MISS TEOOO.  3) OKAY SMILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-850565479801616785?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/850565479801616785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=850565479801616785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/850565479801616785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/850565479801616785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbyetoyou.html' title='GOODBYEtoyou.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXe-akkXPI/AAAAAAAAADs/dVZkjoWJexU/s72-c/beforeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-6037407589025788220</id><published>2007-10-25T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:41:30.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPENhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyHERqkkXJI/AAAAAAAAADA/4KSo-ySJMIM/s1600-h/FFFFFFFFFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125593658688822418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyHERqkkXJI/AAAAAAAAADA/4KSo-ySJMIM/s320/FFFFFFFFFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woooh Thursday baby. Open house. yeah cool i know. can you believe it, i went to the market! aint that just so Fly?yeah okay so then i went to Keppel towers then we headed to Raff City. hahaha. yeah you know what ladies would buy.NOT bras and undies. aduh. plates and like you know all sorts..mmmm apparently i didnt get bored. so we were like passing this area where you know ther have the fondue showcase and blakavalalala so i was like "omma this looks sexy.." and she was like "hmmmm. take it" wheeee. and now i have a sexy fondue machine. Yummm. so Royce picked us up and we went to pick up some rendang on the way, i was browsing through Singapore Tatler and i was hahah picturing myself as a Tai Tai. urh without the botox . yeah cool isnt it. geez imagine youself aging with all those wrinkles and flabby skin. like EWWW. hahahah but its Nature, cant change that. well i just love the way they carry themselves and how poised they look . ooh and i love their hair, always wanted those. but seriouly speaking, branded brands like LV, Gucci and bla bla bla would be nothing without Tai Tais. Frankly speaking, many would rather go for Imitation goods from pasar malam because no one can tell that its fake if you carry youself well and if you look like a Tai Tai. yeah okay so i was like SMSing him about it and he was like " You want me to dump you isit?" walao idiot. yeah okay so like i got home bla bla bla laid the new place mats and i rushed to NTUC to go get ingredients for fondue. hahaha. yeah so in the end it was a great succcess. Everyone anjoyed the food and never had enough. Unfortunately, everyone had ton leave and it was over. hahah okay a picture of my sexy Fondue machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223245001199356583-6037407589025788220?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6037407589025788220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=6037407589025788220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6037407589025788220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/6037407589025788220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/openhouse.html' title='OPENhouse'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyHERqkkXJI/AAAAAAAAADA/4KSo-ySJMIM/s72-c/FFFFFFFFFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223245001199356583.post-7256636044405450440</id><published>2007-10-24T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:31:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTexamination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXgnqkkXQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Gral3ujeGc/s1600-h/dianah+goes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126750722878364930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXgnqkkXQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Gral3ujeGc/s320/dianah+goes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rx8xk0G6FII/AAAAAAAAAC4/zp0LPFAkGik/s1600-h/CEEDEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124869409503581314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DgASw8rcD4/Rx8xk0G6FII/AAAAAAAAAC4/zp0LPFAkGik/s320/CEEDEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Netball fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning, monday blues. well yeah its expected hahah but apparently Mr.Blues did not attack me. whee.Thank god i asked papa to send me to kallang.Well anyways,the morning stared off with WOOH heavy rain i must say.I kinda lost my way there and like ZOMG it'll be so much better if they had provided us with transport.hmph. but it was cool i found the place in the end.To my horror, amongst those present were only 1/4 of the class population. It was no exception because it was already 8.15am. Way way after reporting time.we started calling up those who were not present and they gave us mainly Crappy reasons like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) how to get to Kallang from Toa Payoh. Lazy la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Im sleepy. Im sleeping. Go for what? I got nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)No money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)My mother said____________________________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maid said_____________________________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha Jazz was fuming mad poor her.But some came in the end like, Audrey and Sharifah. wooh thank god. we kept on calling but there was one sway girl who kanna called more than 5 times. hahaha.they said that her story was so god damned fake and one of them couldnt take it that she called her a Liar. hahah. trying to be Miss Peacemaker, i decided to speak to that girl. Good lord what was she thinking? she screamed at me and she was crying like she lost her pet Hippo.-.-" no time for lameness but HAHAHAH.i felt like laughing and i felt like screaming back at her but i was cool. wheee.DUHH.okay well who cares la who cares but you know whats worse? IM THE ONLY CHEERLEADER PRESENT! like hello, what routine? SOLO routine? poda la.make me humiliate myself only. tsk. selfish people. like whats Sacha would always say, 'CHEAT MY FEELINGS'hahah.but seriously, Where is the class spirit? Kallang River? Indoor Stadium? Geylang? Chinatown?Serangoon? alamak. thank God we werent the only ones who did not participate in the cheer leading contest. anyways godd job class netballers. you guys kicked some ass. wooh. mmm there was a particular class which was bloody violent. Think what Vasantham action film is it? push here push there action pain. stoops. no sportsmanship.make me laugh everytime i think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha well here the most fun part. cleris and i went to macs and bought food. damn pro. hahah so much food and like yeahh issues as always but who gives a shit. okay and this picture is damn freaky la, cleris and i look so alike(look up) hahaha and new one i was like EHHH AMEERE YOU SIAO AH?! hahaha(look up aswell)im with the pink ribbon.&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/223245001199356583-7256636044405450440?l=whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7256636044405450440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=223245001199356583&amp;postID=7256636044405450440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7256636044405450440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223245001199356583/posts/default/7256636044405450440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsinyouthatsinfrontofme.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-down-south.html' title='POSTexamination.'/><author><name>flaunty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00682816677501724891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_7DgASw8rcD4/RyXgnqkkXQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Gral3ujeGc/s72-c/dianah+goes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
