<?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-7814251517745760540</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:42:07.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALSQUERAID</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-7631860919900311337</id><published>2009-10-26T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:44:28.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the (wo)man who can't be moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/tumblrlogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I move to &lt;strong&gt;tumblr&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody's moving to tumblr now. To tell you the truth, I'm actually very comfortable with Blogger and I only like Tumblr for the photo slideshow function and the high-definition&amp;nbsp;pictures. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's decided then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll stay with Blogger until&amp;nbsp;the day&amp;nbsp;I get fed up with it &lt;em&gt;(which&amp;nbsp;I doubt is&amp;nbsp;anytime from now)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7631860919900311337?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7631860919900311337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7631860919900311337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7631860919900311337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7631860919900311337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/woman-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='the (wo)man who can&apos;t be moved.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6004658631150903153</id><published>2009-10-25T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:16:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually don't know what to blog about. The coming week is the final week of the final term but actually it's not. Sec 3s and Sec 4NAs&amp;nbsp;still have the Bridging Programme and the Sec 3s still have that financial literacy thing too. Don't, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;forget CCA. I won't have to miss school now&amp;nbsp;that I'll be there practically my whole holiday. It's not that bad, I guess. I'll&amp;nbsp;actually be able to be productive&amp;nbsp;then. I can meet&amp;nbsp;everybody at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Not all of 3/5 will be promoted. I won't say who is retained. Actually, I don't really know who's retained too. But even when I know, I won't say. You'll have to find out in 2010. But it'll be very, very, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; depressing if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't get promoted. I&amp;nbsp;know a whole lot&amp;nbsp;of people who'll cry &lt;em&gt;(or be&amp;nbsp;upset)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;if he retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 24/10/09: CL-ACL&amp;nbsp;CCA MEETING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 8+ and turned on the laptop. Then I went to bathe to get ready to go out with my family. While bathing I remembered a very important thing I should have remembered when I woke up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I -f-ing-&amp;nbsp;had CCA meeting at 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To think I was going to have a normal Saturday at home. When I went back to my room, I found out Cheri tried to reach me repeatedly. I had to hurry up and my mom and dad drove me to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what the meeting's about. We had to discuss the programme of&amp;nbsp;Day 2&amp;nbsp;of the annual Girl Guide camp &lt;em&gt;(we already discussed the Day 1 and briefly discussed Day 3)&lt;/em&gt; which is actually just the part when we have to go out of school for an activity. I wanted to go to the zoo but it didn't fit the budget. Since we have catering, we had to sacrifice quite a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were just discussing on where to go for the outing, I suggested we go to the Botanic Garden. They have free admission except for the Orchird Garden but even then it's only $5 per adult. Then Nadia went, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Then why don't we go there&amp;nbsp;now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then Cheri and Yu Wen started agreeing to the plan. Yu Wen&amp;nbsp;called her mom&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;how to get there. Nadia and Cheri discussed how much money we'll need for lunch and the&amp;nbsp;-very, very, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;trial trip to the Botanic Garden.&amp;nbsp;Me? I was left in shock,&amp;nbsp;thinking about&amp;nbsp;how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the decision to check out the place was. Even when we went home to change I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What just happened???"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, we had a really good time at the Botanic Garden even though it had been really&amp;nbsp;tiring. Did you know we spent 5h walking around the whole Botanic Garden? It's a good place to jog, get -literally- lost and hike. Take a copy of the map of the Botanic Garden if you plan on going there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of 30-50m trees and butress roots. Geography all the way, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6004658631150903153?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6004658631150903153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6004658631150903153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6004658631150903153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6004658631150903153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4792620263550743327</id><published>2009-10-19T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:48:59.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inuyasha: the final act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"InuYasha &lt;/em&gt;(犬夜叉)&lt;em&gt;, full title InuYasha, a Feudal Fairy Tale&lt;/em&gt; (戦国御伽草子 犬夜叉, Sengoku Otogizōshi InuYasha, lit. "Warring-States Fairy-Tale Book: InuYasha") (romanized as INUYASHA)&lt;em&gt;, is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Rumiko Takahashi. It premiered in Weekly Shōnen Sunday on November 13, 1996 and concluded on June 18, 2008. The series follows a time-traveling high school student, a half-demon, a&amp;nbsp;perverted monk, a fox demon, a demon exterminator, and a nekomata during the Sengoku period as they seek to find all the fragments of the Jewel of Four Souls&lt;/em&gt; (Shikon no Tama)&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and to keep them out of the hands of Naraku and evil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/StvNV9lUPKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/D7egPVp6zJg/s1600-h/inuyasha-the+final+act.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/StvNV9lUPKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/D7egPVp6zJg/s400/inuyasha-the+final+act.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The manga was adapted into a 167 episode anime series produced by Sunrise. Masashi Ikeda directed the first forty-four episodes, while Yasunao Aoki directed the remainder of the series. InuYasha premiered on Yomiuri TV in Japan on October 16, 2000 and ran until September 13, 2004. &lt;strong&gt;A second series, InuYasha: The Final Act, began airing October 3, 2009 to cover the rest of the manga series.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extracted from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: InuYasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/inuyasha-manga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/inuyasha-anime-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You couldn't believe&amp;nbsp;my joy when I&amp;nbsp;watched&amp;nbsp;TV one day&amp;nbsp;and heard that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;InuYasha: The Final Act&lt;/strong&gt; will premiere on 10/10/09. Since that day I began reliving my Pri 6 days and watched the anime back to back until my mom nagged at me. If you're a fan of Inuyasha like me, you can watch the anime at: (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Vanaheimr"&gt;www.youtube.com/user/Vanaheimr&lt;/a&gt;) or review the first series at: (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheInuEps"&gt;www.youtube.com/user/TheInuEps&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;If you're a fan of&amp;nbsp;Inuyasha&amp;nbsp;and can't wait each week to watch the anime like me, you can read the dubbed manga online which is more advanced and more detailed than the anime at: (&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Inuyasha"&gt;www.onemanga.com/Inuyasha&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/anime-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1, #66: "Naraku's Barrier - Kagura's Decision"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Naraku no Kekkai Kagura no Kesshin" (奈落の結界 神楽の決心)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/anime-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/anime-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2, #3: "Meido Zangetsuha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Meidō Zangetsuha" (冥道残月破)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/anime-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very glad that nothing changed. The only thing that changed had been the resolution and colour range. If they changed it into an anime filled with fat, 3D people, I'll be very, very, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; irked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/koga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite character: Koga, the Wolf Demon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The brash leader of the Eastern Demon Wolf tribe, Koga is a demon that resembles as human and leads his pack of wolves on murderous raids of villages in the area. Living life as a brigand, hunting for food and killing any humans that get in his way, Koga is content with his place in life and the responsibilities he has as leader of his pack. When the Shikon Jewel is shattered by Kagome, the shards fly across the countryside to be found by demons who crave their power. Koga quickly realizes the power he can attain by using the shards and begins to search for them, eventually gaining control of three shards, which he places in his arm and both legs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Koga's lust for power leaves him unsatisfied with the reward of controlling three shards. His desire leads his tribe into conflict with the Birds of Paradise, a nearby group of grotesque harpy demons. In the battle that ensues, Koga's tribe is dealt many casualties. Koga realizes that he must be able to locate the rival demon's shards in order to kill them, and so he kidnaps Kagome for her ability to trace the jewel fragments. In the course of kidnapping her Koga falls in love with Kagome and vows to keep her as his wife. This love affair continues to be one-sided and creates a rivalry between Koga and Inuyasha."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extracted from The Inuyasha Companion: Koga&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/kagomeandkoga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite couple: Kagome and Koga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/sango-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My second favourite character: Sango, the demon exterminator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hailing from the Demon Slayer's Village, Sango is the oldest child of the village headman. She is a master of the giant bone boomerang Hiraikotsu, and she spent her days raising her twin-tailed cat demon, Kirara. Her life was relatively peaceful and happy until the night she, her father, and two other slayers were summoned to Lord Hitomi's castle. Joining Sango was her little brother Kohaku on what would be his first mission as a demon slayer. The extermination went well until a small spider landed on Kohaku, taking contol of the boy and forcing him to murder his father, sister, and the two other slayers. Kohaku was promptly killed by the castle guards, and they were all buried in the garden after a seemingly routine mission went horribly awry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although Sango was unconcious, she was not dead. She dug her way out of her shallow grave, and was allowed to convelese at the castle under the watchful eye of Lord Kagewaki Hitomi, who was actually Naraku in disguise. Naraku had lured Sango and the other top slayers away in order to destroy their village to ensure they never posed a threat to him. Initially Naraku tricks Sango into believing that Inuyasha wrecked her village, but it soon becomes clear that he was innocent of the charges. Sango joins up with Inuyasha and his compatriots, but soon comes to a heartbreaking realization. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naraku has resurrected Kohaku sustaining him with a Shikon shard stuck in his back. Sango constantly wrestles with the decision of whether or not to kill her brother in order to let him rest in peace, but Inuyasha refuses to allow her to end the boy's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During Sango's travels, she soon finds herself with feelings for the lustful Buddhist monk, Miroku. He loves to fondle Sango's bottom, much to her disgust, but after almost losing Sango to a giant salamander demon, Miroku vows to settle down with her after they have completed their search for the jewel shards and Naraku is defeated."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Extracted from The Inuyasha Companion: Sango&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/sango-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGzqHITPq_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGzqHITPq_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAH! &lt;em&gt;I CAN'T STOP ABOUT HOW MUCH I &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; THIS ANIME!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4792620263550743327?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4792620263550743327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4792620263550743327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4792620263550743327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4792620263550743327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/inuyasha-final-act.html' title='inuyasha: the final act.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/StvNV9lUPKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/D7egPVp6zJg/s72-c/inuyasha-the+final+act.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-7821602896658168370</id><published>2009-10-18T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:04:23.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mass(ive) update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate my mom's deli chilli crab. Mmm! I'm finally going to blog. God, how I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY, 16/10/09: SANDY AND CHARMAINE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think the fact that I was going to go out for both Friday and Saturday really hyped me until I couldn't concentrate that much on my Food and Nutrition&amp;nbsp;exam. All I could think about was Hei Sushi and the party and going jalan raya. I don't think&amp;nbsp;Food and Nutrition's&amp;nbsp;going to have a 100% F9 now. I sat next to Christina and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;torture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She was the only one in the whole class&amp;nbsp;that wrote on every side of the paper. Kiss goodbye to getting "Top in Food and Nutrition", Maliah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know? There were people giving out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bibles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning at the front and back gate. I have nothing against Christianity but&amp;nbsp;a multi-racial and religious school is definitely not the time and place to give out bibles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I can't get too hyped about anything because in the end it would suck. Like how I forgot to bring my keys and couldn't change before going to Hei Sushi for&amp;nbsp;the $15 per&amp;nbsp;head&amp;nbsp;buffet&amp;nbsp;with 29126. But when I went for the buffet, still in my school uniform &lt;em&gt;(I gave up sitting in front of the lift waiting for somebody to come home)&lt;/em&gt;, it was totally worth it. You know how sushi usually isn't halal? Hei Sushi is Singapore's first halal sushi restaurant! Conveniently, it's at Downtown East.&amp;nbsp;I wasn't that daring like Nadia and Flo&amp;nbsp;and ate the safe-looking sushi. I love the fried hotate and tempura. I tried the California Roll but mayo and rice is definitely not a good combination. We had mochi-mochi too &lt;em&gt;(small ice cream in jelly)&lt;/em&gt;! Lychee and Peach flavoured. Don't try it if you have sensitive teeth though, it's really cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After finally changing &lt;em&gt;(I called my dad just to make sure somebody's at home)&lt;/em&gt;, I met up with Nadia and we went to T1 to window shop. Wani went with Illiany, Curry and Ain to watch 500 Days of Summer. I wanted to watch that show until a lot of people wanted to watch it too and I thought, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forget it, lah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why but it's ok for me if a group of people like something but I hate it when a lot, like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of people like something. I also don't know why nobody would agree with me when I say that Zooey Deschanel and Katy Perry look alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;THEN NADIA, WANI AND I WENT TO SANDY &amp;amp; CHARMAINE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The invitation card was so cute, I had to scan it. The journey to Changi Green had been really fun. We were at the interchange waiting at the pathetic 5 lane. We were very hyped up and kept making fun of each other and pushing each other on the grass patch. This very pretty primary school girl who didn't look like a primary school girl at all &lt;em&gt;(we learned later her name was Abigail)&lt;/em&gt; in front of us was watching us the whole time and laughed along with us. She even helped us find our way to Changi Green. Sweet girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charmaine and Happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3671.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm 20 but I look 15! Wanna know what's my secret to looking young? &lt;strong&gt;Don't smoke!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The girl who worked very hard to make Sandy and Charmaine's birthday party a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; The birthday girls, Sandy and Charmaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both&amp;nbsp;of them went to Bugis before the party to shop for their outfit. Very pop art, I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't get to enjoy it that much since I helped Melissa buy the charcoal and stuff and had to leave early in the end. But I don't really regret it. If I didn't help, Melissa would be the only one working. We should really give her credit; she didn't want to trouble Sandy and Charmaine since it's their party anyway. Sandy and Charmaine tried really hard to make everybody feel at home too. Did I mention that Sandy cooks the best stingray? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 17/10/09: JALAN RAYA WITH 29126&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It had been much more relaxed than when we went jalan raya with 2/7'08. We had much less houses to complete and we weren't in any hurry anyway. At Illiany's house we watched&amp;nbsp;an Indon drama and&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;reminded me a lot of my auntie's maid because I couldn't&amp;nbsp;understand a word they were saying.&amp;nbsp;At one part when the couple confessed to each other how much&amp;nbsp;they loved each other, they went into a room and Nadia&amp;nbsp;said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh my god! Are they going to&amp;nbsp;have sex now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And no, they&amp;nbsp;had a candlelight dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it a point to watch the Singapore Idol re-run at 5.45PM. I'm rooting for Sylvia and Sezairi. But I can just melt when I see Faizal Isa, especially during the&amp;nbsp;MJ tribute! Faizal Isa. So nice to say the name. And why is everybody's mom and little brother so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curry's little brother, Khairil. Isn't he so good-looking? He's got long eyelashes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can't be separated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At my house, they tried to run on my treadmill in the balcony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To quote Nadia, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"they had faces of pure joy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturated in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Curry lying comfortably on everybody. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Illiany, Curry and Nisa are so cute, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very much like&amp;nbsp;the man train the guys in my class would make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I had fun on both Friday and Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7821602896658168370?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7821602896658168370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7821602896658168370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7821602896658168370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7821602896658168370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/massive-update.html' title='mass(ive) update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5784443359606563163</id><published>2009-10-16T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:43:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of eoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY, 16/10/09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Food and Nutrition Paper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Combined Science Paper 3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lunch with 29126 @ Hei Sushi, DTE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sandy and Charmaine's birthday party&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 17/10/09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalan raya with 29126!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My feet&amp;nbsp;went through&amp;nbsp;a lot today.&amp;nbsp;It's about to&amp;nbsp;go through a whole lot&amp;nbsp;more tomorrow but it's going to be totally worth it. There's really no point in celebrating the end of EOY&amp;nbsp;when we're getting back our papers next week but what the hell. I'll update everything tomorrow or on Sunday&amp;nbsp;complete with pictures. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the long weekend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5784443359606563163?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5784443359606563163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5784443359606563163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5784443359606563163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5784443359606563163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-161009-food-and-nutrition-paper.html' title='end of eoy.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-638336892600423825</id><published>2009-10-03T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:25:44.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIATUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START:&lt;/strong&gt; 16/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END:&lt;/strong&gt; 16/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be good while I'm gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-638336892600423825?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/638336892600423825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=638336892600423825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/638336892600423825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/638336892600423825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8509556179901011815</id><published>2009-09-13T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:53:19.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;RULE 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;BE OPTIMISTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.whosamaniagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Amani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/sec3cip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spot the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From left to right:&lt;/strong&gt; Amani, Salina, Nadia, Hazwani, me, Hafizah and Aishah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 12 SEPTEMBER 09: SEC 3 CIP&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you think that picture's strange in a way? Like it's not meant&amp;nbsp;to be that way?&amp;nbsp;I think I lost all of you &lt;em&gt;(the&amp;nbsp;tiny&amp;nbsp;group of people who read my blog)&lt;/em&gt; already. &lt;strong&gt;You don't get what I mean, right? &lt;/strong&gt;Ok, I'll tell you now. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nurul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hazwani's hair is rebonded now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Isn't she&amp;nbsp;prettier than on a normal day? Actually it's nothing new. Wani had rebonded hair in Sec 2 too. But I remember&amp;nbsp;when she went to school with rebonded hair in Sec 2, Nadia and I went running around telling everybody how pretty she&amp;nbsp;looked then &lt;em&gt;(don't worry, Wani; you look pretty everyday)&lt;/em&gt;. We&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; excited. Then in the background you can see Yong Ding still carrying his backpack. Yong Ding's hair is so long and &lt;em&gt;(naturally)&lt;/em&gt; spiky, Mdm Rozila, Mr Ng and Mr&amp;nbsp;Choo&amp;nbsp;keeps picking on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the void deck before we began collecting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Rozila:&lt;/strong&gt; Yong Ding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yong Ding walks to Mdm Rozila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mdm Rozila:&lt;/strong&gt; Cut your hair, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yong Ding:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yong Ding walks away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you don't know Yong Ding and read that, you wouldn't know how cute and funny that scene is. Yong Ding, with his flat tone and zombie-like look and walk. Anyway, Sec 3 CIP hadn't been that bad. It had been nice to see my class again. They can be a pain in the ass when&amp;nbsp;they're in the mood but they really know how to make people happy. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; 3/5'09.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I didn't expect anybody to&amp;nbsp;attend to us&amp;nbsp;when we knocked and rang the bell &lt;em&gt;(when I left home, only my dad had been awake; I don't think it's any different across Singapore)&lt;/em&gt;. Although I did expect a lot&amp;nbsp;to collect&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(my dad kept asking me if the school would take&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;stacks at home&amp;nbsp;too. Nadia's dad too)&lt;/em&gt;. What do you know? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; When I got back home and my mom asked how CIP had been, I told her everything and she laughed and called it cheap labour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;@ NENEK'S HOUSE&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture177.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture178.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ainul Hayati can make me happy any day of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; When the men went for terawih, all the women had been busy studying &lt;em&gt;(Kakak)&lt;/em&gt;, making kuih &lt;em&gt;(my nenek and the maids)&lt;/em&gt;, attending to her baby &lt;em&gt;(my auntie)&lt;/em&gt; and&amp;nbsp;helping out &lt;em&gt;(my mom)&lt;/em&gt;. My brothers slept since they're sick. I'm left to play, feed and entertain Ain. Not that I mind at all. She called me "mama" and "ama". I think it's an attempt to say "Kak Nga" &lt;em&gt;(that's what&amp;nbsp;I'm called&amp;nbsp;since I'm the second oldest)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MY CURRENT ADDICTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzCbEdtNbJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(14D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8509556179901011815?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8509556179901011815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8509556179901011815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8509556179901011815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8509556179901011815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-good-day.html' title='a very good day.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8710312129620931307</id><published>2009-09-11T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:11:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk down to self-discovery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture140-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture141-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Sango.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture158-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture160-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;RULE 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;DON'T FOCUS ON WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But that's the thing about Mary-Kate: She alone makes and breaks the rules for her life. I remember in high school - I think it was for prom or a winter formal - my sister wasn't happy with a kimono-style dress she was going to wear. So she did the only thing she knew how to do. She made it her own - visible staples and all. She possesses that rare gift of individuality; she doesn't need approval from anyone or anything. I trust her to always call it as it is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ashley Olsen on Mary-Kate Olsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Influence&lt;/em&gt; by Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't regret buying that big, thick,&amp;nbsp;$70&amp;nbsp;book at all. Although in the whole book I only really read and looked back at that page. What I love about that paragraph is that Ashley could actually&amp;nbsp;identify that prominent&amp;nbsp;feature about Mary-Kate that made Mary-Kate ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary-Kate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. On the way back home from school with Nadia, I wanted to know what people&amp;nbsp;could identify and&amp;nbsp;know me by. The emcee girl? The girl guide? The Nadia look-alike? She told me that people used to look up to me as pretty, intelligent and lady-like &lt;em&gt;(I'm anything but that, I assure you)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Used to.&lt;/strong&gt; I have to admit, I felt hurt. But what's new, right? I went deep into thought and didn't pay attention to what Nadia&amp;nbsp;went on&amp;nbsp;about &lt;em&gt;(sorry, Nadia)&lt;/em&gt;. Nadia knows me too well.&amp;nbsp;She continued: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"There's this thing about you - you're eccentric but in a good way -&amp;nbsp;there just won't&amp;nbsp;be another Maliah Zubir."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That touched me. I still thought about it until I got back home. Eccentric and unique&amp;nbsp;but corrupted. I'm still on the path of self-discovery and I thought if I wanted to find out who I am and who I want to be, I should start by looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate a part of my room for my memoribilia. But I don't let anybody look at it; it's like my secret. Everything you see up there is part of it. Sango from Inuyasha. Sailor Moon. I'll admit it now: I used to be a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; fan of anime in Pri 6. Don't you find Japan a divine country? I love all that creativity and culture. Yuni, if you still read my blog, I still keep that note you gave me on 29/02/08. I love that note. It's&amp;nbsp;a very&amp;nbsp;touching note. Khairunisa Othman, you may not know it but I really, &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;love the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be-a-utiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday card you made for me in Sec 1. I don't care if you think you can't afford me a gift; it really is the thought that mattered. I look back and I see what I take for granted. Maybe now I have to be careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I now know who I am and what I want to be? No. But I'll keep on looking up to people who do. Oprah Winfrey. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. Barack Obama. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry &lt;em&gt;(the one and only; I have a book by them too, complete with ice cream)&lt;/em&gt;. Jay-Z. Even Farreha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; I'll be on my way now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8710312129620931307?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8710312129620931307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8710312129620931307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8710312129620931307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8710312129620931307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/walk-down-to-self-discovery.html' title='a walk down to self-discovery.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-3440039442548057788</id><published>2009-09-10T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:36:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry like fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M CURRENTLY DOING MY F&amp;amp;N RESEARCH AND IT'S GIVING ME A BIG HEADACHE.&lt;/strong&gt; F&amp;amp;N ISN'T HOME EC, OK. IT'S A COMBINATION OF BIO, CHEM (&lt;em&gt;BOTH BODY SCIENCES)&lt;/em&gt; AND HOME EC &lt;em&gt;(EVEN THE HOME EC BIT IS JUST COOKING AND HEALTH)&lt;/em&gt;. SO SHUT UP IF YOU DON'T TAKE F&amp;amp;N AND YOU THINK IT'S EASY AS ABC. MY BROTHER IS CRYING NON-STOP &lt;em&gt;(EVERYDAY LIKE A BABY WHEN HE JUST TURNED 6) &lt;/em&gt;AND IT'S IRRITATING EVERYBODY LIKE HELL. WHEN I CAME BACK HOME JUST NOW, TIRED AND SWEATING LIKE A PIG FROM THE HEAT, EVERYBODY SHOUTED AT ME TO HURRY UP&amp;nbsp;TO BRING DOWN&amp;nbsp;THE LAPTOP&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(I'M CHANGING AND KAKAK, FULLY&amp;nbsp;CLOTHED AND DOING NOTHING,&amp;nbsp;COULD HAVE TAKEN IT DOWN)&lt;/em&gt; OR TO&amp;nbsp;CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN I CHANGE &lt;em&gt;(HOW&amp;nbsp;CAN I CLOSE THE DOOR PROPERLY&amp;nbsp;WHEN YOU'RE VACUUMING AND YOU PLUGGED IT IN THE SOCKET IN MY ROOM WHEN YOU CAN PLUG IT IN THE SOCKET OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I'VE GOT A COLD AND I CAN'T EAT MEDICINE. I THINK I DEVELOPED A PHOBIA FOR GOING ON STAGE. HOW IRONIC IS THIS WHEN I USED TO BE AN EMCEE. I'M SCARED FOR MONDAY. CAN I PULL DOWN MY HAT AND HIDE MY FACE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining lah, Maliah. So irritating &lt;em&gt;(tau takpe)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-3440039442548057788?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3440039442548057788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=3440039442548057788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3440039442548057788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3440039442548057788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed-off.html' title='angry like fuck.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7194807776365266328</id><published>2009-09-09T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:46:50.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shopping trip with nadia and hazwani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;IT HAD BEEN TIRING BUT FUN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had my hair treatment with Kakak @ Iffah &lt;em&gt;(my hair smells of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now)&lt;/em&gt; and I went shopping with Nadia and Hazwani at Tampines Mall, Tampines 1 and Century Square. We could have gone to Bugis had my appointment been in the morning &lt;em&gt;(aiyoh, Maliah)&lt;/em&gt;. But we still had a&amp;nbsp;ball of a&amp;nbsp;time walking around in that triangle of shopping malls. Trying on dresses and tops.&amp;nbsp;Sampling products at Body Shop. I got my headbands &lt;em&gt;(good and delightingly cheap from Montip, Century Square)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;and I didn't plan on buying it but I bought Amy flats &lt;em&gt;(in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; from Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;WE'LL SHOP POST-EOY AND GO TO VIVO&amp;nbsp;WITH A LOADED WALLET IN HAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="200" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/MEGlong-sleevedA.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/totoro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. UNIQLO MEG &lt;em&gt;(LONG-SLEEVED)&lt;/em&gt; A &lt;em&gt;(IN OFF-WHITE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't find it at Uniqlo just now! I love it, it reminds me so much of Totoro! I need a new jacket. The last jacket I bought had been in Pri 6 and it has paint on the sleeves. The machine at home&amp;nbsp;can't wash it off. According to my mom, it isn't good. She said it's why&amp;nbsp;the towels&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;black stains &lt;em&gt;(they look like mould, by the way)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/bioreuvperfectfacemilk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. BIORE UV PERFECT FACE MILK &lt;em&gt;(SPF 50+)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Bioré UV Perfect Face Milk &lt;em&gt;(SPF 50+)&lt;/em&gt; is for matte finish and can act as a make up foundation, sun block and moisturiser. According to a reliable source, it's good to use in a hot and humid climate &lt;em&gt;(like Singapore)&lt;/em&gt; but they&amp;nbsp;advise we use it along with an antioxidant serum or moisturiser to protect skin from sun damage. That won't be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/bodyshopaloeprotectiveserum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. BODY SHOP ALOE PROTECTIVE SERUM&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that we have &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;City Skin"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anybody who lives in an urban jungle like Singapore would have City Skin. According to the recent CLEO issue, anybody who spends too much time on the computer, eats&amp;nbsp;junk food frequently, goes shopping often and one more condition I forgot, has City Skin. Don't we all? The Body Shop Aloe Protective Serum is like a protective layer that prevents grim and dirt from gathering on your skin. &lt;strong&gt;Less grim, dirt and oil = &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Less pimples&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/bodyshopwhitemuskmoisturisinghandna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. BODY SHOP WHITE MUSK MOISTURISING NAIL &amp;amp; HAND CREAM&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nadia, Hazwani and I&amp;nbsp;tried on the sample in the Body Shop just now and I fell in love with the product instantly! My hands turned soft and if you smelt it, it had the most delightful smell. Nadia's nails&amp;nbsp;were shining. I really, &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;wanted to buy it but I didn't have enough money from all the shopping. I can wait but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; buy it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/bodyshopstrawberryset.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. BODY SHOP STRAWBERRY SET&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I only want the &lt;strong&gt;Body Shop Strawberry Body Butter&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Body Shop Strawberry Body Polish&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Body Shop Strawberry Puree Body Lotion&lt;/strong&gt;. Nadia lent me her Body Shop Strawberry Body Butter and now my arm is soft and fragrant, just like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Among all the body butters, strawberry smelt the most fragrant. The Body Shop Strawberry Body Polish and Body Shop Strawberry Puree Body Lotion compliments the Body Shop Strawberry Body Butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/kiehlslipbalm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. KIEHL'S LIP BALM &lt;em&gt;(TUBE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody's using it and nobody's complaining. Why don't I give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(18D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7194807776365266328?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7194807776365266328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7194807776365266328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7194807776365266328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7194807776365266328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-shopping-trip-with-nadia-and-hazwani.html' title='my shopping trip with nadia and hazwani.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8347145838259404973</id><published>2009-09-08T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:01:20.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all work and no play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;07/09/09:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Girl Guide Heritage Trail @&amp;nbsp;SH@PE &lt;em&gt;(Sec 1s &amp;amp; 3s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08/09/09:&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/09/09:&lt;/strong&gt; Hair treatment with Kakak @ Iffah, shopping with Nadia and Hazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/09/09:&lt;/strong&gt; CCA Colours Award briefing @ School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/09/09:&lt;/strong&gt; Girl Guide CL-ACL meeting and study session @ Guide's Den, School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH:&lt;/strong&gt; Study for vocabulary test&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;MALAY:&lt;/strong&gt; Read and do book review &lt;em&gt;(+ character analysis)&lt;/em&gt; on 5 cerpen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MALAY: Type out&amp;nbsp;Malay idioms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;ARITHMETIC: &lt;/strong&gt;Worksheet&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(Ex 6.2, Circles: Properties of Circles) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;ARITHMETIC:&lt;/strong&gt; Weekend Homework 8 &lt;em&gt;(Trigonometry: Applications of Trigonometry) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ARITHMETIC: Holiday Homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(Part 1 &amp;amp; 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS:&lt;/strong&gt; Worksheet &lt;em&gt;(Light: Refraction)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PHYSICS: Holiday Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY:&lt;/strong&gt; Notes &lt;em&gt;(Periodic Table: Group VII; Halogens)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY:&lt;/strong&gt; Worksheet 3 &lt;em&gt;(Periodic Table: Group VII; Halogens) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] &lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY:&lt;/strong&gt; Holiday Homework &lt;em&gt;(PRCS MYE 2008) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;FOOD &amp;amp; NUTRITION: Research &amp;amp; Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;FOOD &amp;amp; NUTRITION: Decision-making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GIRL GUIDES: Heritage Trail &lt;em&gt;(Final draft)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL GUIDES: Health Trooper badge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;J.O., I don't see how this is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"balance between school and holiday"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This 1 week holiday isn't a holiday;&lt;strong&gt; it's just not curriculum time&lt;/strong&gt;. I intend on doing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bolded red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and try to do the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;bolded green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. I don't intend to do the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;bolded purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all. Mrs Tan gave the homework during the PTM and only half the class received it. Looking at everything I have to do, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday had to be a very assholic day. The Girl Guide Heritage Trail at SH@PE had been alright. Although the whole time I had been salivating from all the talking. &lt;strong&gt;I shouldn't have ate that Myojo Mee Goreng the night before.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It made me dehydrated the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After discussing with Ms Huang possible programmes for the Girl Guide Camp, I couldn't believe how unbelievably small our school is. We can't pitch tents now that the area in front of the General office had been converted to a garden, the area in between the learning block and the lab block had been converted to a vegetable garden and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;the school field is owned by the Sports Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How can it be named the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"school field"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if it's owned by the Sports Council? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walked all the way back home from EPPS to DTE. I don't know why I did but I did. When I came back home, all I could do is lie on the couch and play dead. The Internet connection didn't work. The laptop didn't work. The home phone didn't work. I'm going to overbill. Actually, I think I already overbilled. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: white;"&gt;But every action has an equal and opposite reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My mom ordered Canadian Pizza for buka. Wani&amp;nbsp;invited me&amp;nbsp;to go shopping. Nadia didn't mind spending the whole day in the Guide's Den on Friday. I had a slight cold and my gums were itchy but after taking medicine, Strepsils &lt;em&gt;(they really work!) &lt;/em&gt;and a&amp;nbsp;good night's sleep, I'm ok today. Guess what? My mom called an electritian down&amp;nbsp;and today he fixed the phone and Internet connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;AND HOW NICE IS THIS. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NOBODY'S TAGGING MY BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(19D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8347145838259404973?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8347145838259404973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8347145838259404973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8347145838259404973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8347145838259404973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='all work and no play.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6182918953769116468</id><published>2009-09-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:47:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>引っ越しとねこ。(Moving and Maru.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhrS3axiPEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhrS3axiPEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALAMAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(FYI: I really do and can go, "Alamak".)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY'S THAT CAT SO PERFECTLY GREY AND WHITE?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(21D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6182918953769116468?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6182918953769116468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6182918953769116468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6182918953769116468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6182918953769116468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-and-maru.html' title='引っ越しとねこ。(Moving and Maru.)'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6142971580369953888</id><published>2009-09-05T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:37:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of heart by jodi picoult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;RULE 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;STOP GETTING IRRITATED BY AND ANGRY AT EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Maliah, Jodi Picoult &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Did you, like, buy &lt;strong&gt;every book&lt;/strong&gt; she wrote?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I didn't but Jodi Picoult is now officially my favourite author. If you've read a book written by&amp;nbsp;Jodi Picoult&amp;nbsp;before, it's plain to see why. &lt;strong&gt;She's bloody talented and good at writing!&lt;/strong&gt; The only con to reading&amp;nbsp;them is that I start to lose confidence in my own writing too. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My writing is totally immature compared to Jodi Picoult's.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SqH04OrMS5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8QrRix4_Zp8/s1600-h/change+of+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SqH04OrMS5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8QrRix4_Zp8/s320/change+of+heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "When the warden finished, he faced Shay. 'Inmate Bourne, do you have any final words?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shay squinted, until he found me in the front row. He kept his eyes on me for a long moment, and then drifted toward Father Michael. But then he turned to the side of the tent where the witnesses for the victim were gathered, and he smiled at June Nealon. 'I forgive you', he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Immediately afterward, a curtain was drawn. It reached only to the floor of the gallows, and it was a translucent white. I didn't know if the warden had intended for us to see what was happening behind it, but we could, in macabre silhouette: the hood being placed over Shay's head, the noose being tightened against his neck, the two officers who'd secured him stepping backward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Good-bye', I whispered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Somewhere, a door slammed, and suddenly the trap was open and the body plummeted, one quick firecracker snap as the weight caught at the end of the rope. Shay slowly turned counterclock-wise with the unlikely grace of a ballerina, an October leaf, a snowflake falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I felt Father Michael's hand on mine, conveying what there were not words to say. 'It's over', he whispered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't know what made me turn toward June Nealon, but I did. The woman sat with her back straight as a redwood, her hands folded so tightly in her lap that I could see the half-moons her own nails were cutting in her own skin. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all this, she hadn't even watched him die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- An extract from &lt;em&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/em&gt; by Jodi Picoult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have recently completed the book, &lt;em&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/em&gt;. I had actually been reluctant to buy the book; the summary didn't&amp;nbsp;catch my attention. Although after&amp;nbsp;reading the discussion questions at the back, I thought maybe I'd give the book a try. &lt;strong&gt;I'm glad I did.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Nealon has suffered more than anybody had. She has not only gone through the loss of a loved one but three. After losing her first husband in a car accident, June marries the town's beloved&amp;nbsp;policeman, Kurt Nealon, and together they bring up her daughter, Elizabeth, from her&amp;nbsp;first marriage. June, pregnant with her second child, Claire, comes home one day&amp;nbsp;only to find out that their carpenter Shay Bourne had shot both Kurt and Elizabeth to death. Shay&amp;nbsp;is hated by the nation for&amp;nbsp;taking away the lives of both a beloved policeman and an innocent&amp;nbsp;little girl and is sentenced to death. 11 years later, Shay is still alive due to his many appeals to postpone his death sentence. June is about to experience the loss of a forth loved one when Claire is dying of heart failure. Shay gets to know about Claire's predicament and decides to donate his heart to&amp;nbsp;Calire after his death. But June is reluctant. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;How could she give her daughter the heart of a muderer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; there will be heavy mention of religion. Christianity, to be specific. &lt;/strong&gt;I know, I didn't expect it too. &amp;nbsp;I'd give the book a 4.5/5. I'm looking forward to reading Jodi Picoult's next novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;W &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(22D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6142971580369953888?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6142971580369953888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6142971580369953888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6142971580369953888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6142971580369953888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-of-heart-by-jodi-picoult.html' title='change of heart by jodi picoult.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SqH04OrMS5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8QrRix4_Zp8/s72-c/change+of+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-1526901982866174972</id><published>2009-09-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:19:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pimp my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white;"&gt;I WANT TO PIMP MY &lt;s&gt;RIDE&lt;/s&gt; PHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't help but think that my phone is very ... &lt;strong&gt;naked&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;That's the only word&amp;nbsp;to describe it. I thought maybe changing the theme and putting on a keychain would help.&amp;nbsp;Or not putting on a keychain and just changing the theme would help&amp;nbsp;but after a while I stopped lying to myself. &lt;strong&gt;It didn't work.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although I really, truly love my current theme: a cat with cherry blossoms in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, at the back of my phone there's a shiny surface with "NOKIA Eseries" written across it. Not that it's ugly; I find it very cool. But what if I put on &lt;strong&gt;Swarovski crytals&lt;/strong&gt; at the back, like Xiaxue &lt;em&gt;(or like Dan Ping)&lt;/em&gt;? It's cute, it's nice but it takes a lot&amp;nbsp;of time, effort and patience.&amp;nbsp;And if you'd like to call it, putting on Swavorski crystals on&amp;nbsp;an item&amp;nbsp;as beloved as a phone is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; risky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/swavorskicrystals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture source:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.the-miracle-season.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.the-miracle-season.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archive:&lt;/strong&gt; April 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;OR IT CAN BE AS SIMPLE AS THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/swavorskicrystals-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I&amp;nbsp;decide to pimp my phone, I'll need to know how to do it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOh8rsuGegw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOh8rsuGegw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;SWAVORSKI CRYSTALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;GOOD-TO-GO&lt;/span&gt; OR A &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NO-GO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-1526901982866174972?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1526901982866174972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=1526901982866174972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1526901982866174972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1526901982866174972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/pimp-my-phone.html' title='pimp my phone.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-9116882438122142316</id><published>2009-09-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:31:57.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"In life, we come across people who come and go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/FeatYusofandIndra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;but there'll be&amp;nbsp;people who stay with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF1705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2827-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2769-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3021-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2553-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2672-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2735-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3142-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2480-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3101-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3136-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;through thick and thin."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This could be a perfect entry for when I graduate from PRCS but I think I'll bring it forward to now. &lt;/strong&gt;I've been young, innocent and naive in Sec 1. I'm actually embarrassed thinking back about how I've been in Sec 1 = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A BIG TWIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I'm most embarrassed for entering Talent Quest &lt;em&gt;(we did it for Ms Shelia, I assure you)&lt;/em&gt;. Next up would be wanting to be&amp;nbsp;liked by everybody. Acceptance&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a thing that has to be gained, not found. That's what I learnt.&amp;nbsp;I've been young, a bit less innocent, still naive but more learned in Sec 2. I'm embarrassed about how I've been in Sec 2 but it still beats the twit I've been in Sec 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;I miss 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everything had been perfect at that time, apart from how immature I've been. I felt like I finally belonged in the 29126 and 2/7. To date, I think that's the best feeling in the world; having both 29126 and 2/7. Now I'm in Sec 3 and I'm still young, still naive but I'm not innocent anymore. I think practically everybody lost their innocence now. I've done things that I'm not proud of and I don't learn from before. Now I'm in a mess that I made myself. I've been thinking it through and I think the first step to getting out of this mess is by having the right priorities. Everything will fall into place in time. I want to change. &lt;strong&gt;Give me the chance to change.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-9116882438122142316?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9116882438122142316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=9116882438122142316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9116882438122142316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9116882438122142316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-343791305007903589</id><published>2009-08-26T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:16:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of smell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/jasmine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/chanelno5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/redapples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put on my jasmine and red apple-scented perfume every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/berries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;But I like the smell of berries too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-343791305007903589?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/343791305007903589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=343791305007903589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/343791305007903589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/343791305007903589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/supposed-quick-update.html' title='sense of smell.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4043936328917461196</id><published>2009-08-23T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:04:05.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my mr. happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="17" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/694/694626oizjzwv6pc.gif" width="35" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Maybe that's why we get along so well;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #741b47; color: white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we don't really belong anywhere else."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My bedroom, Home; 23/08/09 @ 12.04AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Me; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: My &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mr. Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4043936328917461196?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4043936328917461196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4043936328917461196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4043936328917461196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4043936328917461196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-mr-happy.html' title='to my mr. happy.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7040197752424070868</id><published>2009-08-21T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:59:11.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome, ainul izzati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 15 AUGUST '09&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE WORLD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AINUL IZZATI BTE CHAIRUL FAHMY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BORN 14 AUGUST 2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aizat keeps telling me Amani and my auntie look very much alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I still don't see the similarity, Aizat.&lt;/span&gt; Right, Amani?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of Izzati &lt;em&gt;(we decided to call Ainul Hayati "Ain" and Ainul Izzati "Izzati")&lt;/em&gt; had been an event I had been anticipating for a very long time. &lt;strong&gt;You can't imagine what happened on the 14th.&lt;/strong&gt; It had been a Friday, a CCA day and I ended at around 7+. When I sat down to check my phone for any messages, my mom left me 2. I already told my mom in the morning I had CCA but I figured she'd scold me anyway. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;But no. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She messaged to tell me that my auntie had just given birth and everybody's at Gleneagle's. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;She sent the message at 5+. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FML LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's just me &lt;em&gt;(I told anybody I could and they went, "Erm, your point is?")&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I find the birth of a baby very eventful, especially since it's the birth of my new relative. I could only go the next day and I had been the last in the whole, big family to see Izzati. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;FML, FML, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL GUIDE PROMOTION UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt; I've been promoted from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Patrol Leader (PL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Company Leader (CL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Company A. Yu Wen will be assisting me as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Assitant Company Leader (ACL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheri is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;CL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Company B with Nadia assisting as &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. FYI, Nadia's the only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Patrol Second (PS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be promoted to an ACL. &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go, Nadia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to fail my Geography terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to do very, very, very&amp;nbsp;badly for my EOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been really, truly PMS-ing like a bitch recently. I get irritated by everything and I keep scolding people. I scold Aizat, I scold Nadia, I scold Darryl, I scold my brothers. I'm blunt and speak my mind and couldn't care less what people feel when I say it now. But to quote Tom Hanks in "You've Got Mail", &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"After you've zing-ed them, you inevitably feel horrible and guilty"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sic)&lt;/em&gt;. Darryl said I turned into an asshole. I hate myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;FML ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I keep forgetting tomorrow's the start of bulan Ramadhan. Maybe I'm too used to fasting already from paying back&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(12 DAYS, OK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Shut up lah, Maliah. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You're so irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY FASTING AND&amp;nbsp;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SYAFIQAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7040197752424070868?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7040197752424070868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7040197752424070868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7040197752424070868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7040197752424070868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-ainul-izzati.html' title='welcome, ainul izzati.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-441614612712689598</id><published>2009-08-16T17:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:40:47.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east division day '09 @ dunman high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY, 15 AUGUST 09&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3421-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3422-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3424-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3425-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3475-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3479-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3497-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3469-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3470-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;East Division Day '09 @ Dunman High = FUN, FUN, FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To tell you the truth, I initially hated the fact that my group and I had been forced into participating in it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black;"&gt;We didn't even know about the competition&lt;/span&gt; until Nadia and I came across the Dance group in the Guide's Den. &lt;/strong&gt;I felt very, very&amp;nbsp;heartbroken &lt;em&gt;(that's really the only word suitable for how I felt at that time)&lt;/em&gt; knowing how inactive I am in CCA. I know, shoot me. I think I owe everybody in my group, especially Nadia and Atiqah, an apology for whining and getting angry all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our school&amp;nbsp;is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; compared to Dunman High. &lt;strong&gt;It's as big as a polytechnic and as beautiful as a castle.&lt;/strong&gt; Guess who we bumped into at Dunman High? &lt;strong&gt;Salina &lt;em&gt;(My Sally)&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Salina's mom is&amp;nbsp;in-charge&amp;nbsp;of the Brownies from&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;primary school &lt;em&gt;(which I forgot)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and brought Salina along. &lt;strong&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/strong&gt; The East Division Day is basically a competition&amp;nbsp;with many, different categories &lt;em&gt;(cheering, dancing, etc)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;for all Girl Guides and Brownies in the East. After my group's cheering competition, we explored the school, found Salina and started camwhoring like there's no tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;(Atiqah, I want the group's multishots!)&lt;/em&gt; As the CCA's official photographer for the day, I managed to catch a whopping 70+ pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from all the fun we had that day, do you want to know the best part of the day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;WE WON 1ST FOR THE CHEERING COMPETITION AND 2ND&amp;nbsp;FOR THE&amp;nbsp;DANCING COMPETITION!&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3516-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR AWARD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3517-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3517-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to have a pretty model, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3522-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA can be a pain in the ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but deep in my heart, &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: white;"&gt;I still&amp;nbsp;♥ Girl Guides&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-441614612712689598?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/441614612712689598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=441614612712689598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/441614612712689598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/441614612712689598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/east-division-day-09-dunman-high.html' title='east division day &apos;09 @ dunman high.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4497813627361170933</id><published>2009-08-13T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:17:23.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conceptual thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know people's been saying that I've changed.&lt;/strong&gt; I probably have; everybody will change at one point of time.&amp;nbsp;I can't blame all of you though; we judge what we see and take that what we see is what is real. We don't really go into depth and try to think why people would act like that. &lt;strong&gt;It's only human.&lt;/strong&gt; Even I'm judgemental. But at one point of time, when we go through a very, very&amp;nbsp;rough time, we begin to know why people act the way they act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thought the way to leading a happy life is to make&amp;nbsp;everybody happy, regardless of what condition you're in. Greet everybody you meet with a smile and a "Hi". Help people when they need it, regardless of how big a load of work you already have. I could go on about the guiding lines I used to live by. But along the way, I found that I'm too much loaded with stuff that I don't know what's wrong and how it all went wrong and what to do about it. I don't recall&amp;nbsp;anybody&amp;nbsp;even &lt;strong&gt;sensing &lt;/strong&gt;I'm troubled, let alone comfort me. Maybe one would but only one. I felt like a broom, a broom you can just reach out, grab and use. &lt;strong&gt;It's just a broom, nothing will happen to it.&lt;/strong&gt; But I felt more like a wall too, blending into the background. I thought if I didn't do anything and live in my own world, nobody would notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;But no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now if I don't greet you, you'd go running to Nadia saying that I'm &lt;strong&gt;sombong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(arrogant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;I'm tired of having to live up to everybody's&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FRIGGING&lt;/span&gt; expectations.&lt;/span&gt; I'm only human. &lt;/strong&gt;I can be happy when I want to and greet everybody I know with a big smile. I can be moody when I want to and not want to talk to anybody; keep to myself, live in my own world. I can be stressed and tired and have no mood to do anything at all.&amp;nbsp;I can forget to bring and do my homework. I can fail as many tests and exams I want. &lt;strong&gt;What do you take me for?&lt;/strong&gt; Stop thinking I'm a mechanical robot that would do everybody's bidding. Stop going, "AYOH MALIAH", when I have to stand up for not bringing or doing homework. Stop expecting me to get A for everything. It's been fun&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;the beginning&amp;nbsp;but it's not funny anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;JUST STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;FYI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;This is not dedicated to anybody in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go on with life and don't give a damn about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4497813627361170933?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4497813627361170933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4497813627361170933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4497813627361170933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4497813627361170933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/conceptual-thinking.html' title='conceptual thinking.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8173905155366130203</id><published>2009-08-09T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:34:01.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy national day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sn5hPsBeOnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mYsqmaAhhVE/s1600-h/singapore.png" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sn5hPsBeOnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mYsqmaAhhVE/s320/singapore.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: white;"&gt;HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY, SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: white;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have a happy national day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8173905155366130203?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8173905155366130203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8173905155366130203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8173905155366130203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8173905155366130203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-national-day.html' title='happy national day!'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sn5hPsBeOnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mYsqmaAhhVE/s72-c/singapore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-2323597152415005670</id><published>2009-08-08T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:09:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f&amp;n project.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been being such a depressed piece of shit recently, I&amp;nbsp;have to&amp;nbsp;inject more happiness in my life. Luckily, &lt;strong&gt;today it happened&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been freed from any form of negative thought for more than a&amp;nbsp;standard period of&amp;nbsp;3/4 of the&amp;nbsp;whole day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;I owe it&amp;nbsp;all to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hazwani&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;(right at the top of my list)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ainul Hayati&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;F&amp;amp;N PROJECT&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For our Food and Nutrition project, each group had to make a 2D or 3D diagram of the digestive system and is given a food item to "digest". Ms Chan&amp;nbsp;assigned us to do&amp;nbsp;chocolates. Not that we mind at all. We decided to do it at my&amp;nbsp;place and at 12+, Nadia, Wani and Melissa walked in to the big mess which is called my home. &lt;em&gt;(Spring-cleaning?)&lt;/em&gt; Nadia walked in with a big board and&amp;nbsp;gave me a&amp;nbsp;shock when I saw a big man with bulging biceps. &lt;strong&gt;He could be&amp;nbsp;the Mr. Strong.&lt;/strong&gt; By the way, our diagram is a 2D diagram; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;and a cool one at that &lt;em&gt;(it's going to have velcro on it)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm telling you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;Nadia has every potential to be an Art student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do we name him?"&lt;/strong&gt; "Bob?" &lt;strong&gt;"NOT BOB."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But you started the "Bob" thing in Sec 2, Nadia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;funny part of during the&amp;nbsp;project&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;when all 4 of us forgot to bring back&amp;nbsp;our Food and Nutrition textbook from school. I don't like&amp;nbsp;making references&amp;nbsp;to the Net when doing a project like this; they have too much information. While browsing through the Net, Nadia showed us a video that had been on the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"HIBO NO NEIRO &lt;em&gt;(TONE OF EVERYDAY)&lt;/em&gt;" BY SOUR&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;COOL SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's at times like this that I want an MP4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Half-way thru the project, we went out to buy food from Loyang Point. There's a very cool picture we took at 7-11 but it's still with Nadia. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Melissa, Nadia and Hazwani for the fun time; &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: red;"&gt;all of you made my Saturday worthwhile from morning to the late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I go, I want to share with all of you my favourite cat from LOLCATS.COM:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lolcats.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="lolcats funny cat pictures" border="0" src="http://www.lolcats.com/images/u/08/20/lolcatsdotcompkkbq65rnqx4edqr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think you'll get it until you heard the song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2323597152415005670?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2323597152415005670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2323597152415005670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2323597152415005670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2323597152415005670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/f-project.html' title='f&amp;n project.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5252617374158482826</id><published>2009-08-07T16:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:38:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Today sucked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 6.20AM &lt;em&gt;(That's late for me)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't find my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PE top and I had to put on the big, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sec 1 PE top. In the process, making me look like a very skinny, anorexic Sec 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I forgot to bring my ODT and went running around the&amp;nbsp;3rd level&amp;nbsp;looking for an extra ODT. Although I knew my efforts would go down the drain. &lt;em&gt;(Who in their right mind would bring 2 ODTs to school, anyway?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mrs Sheri caught me for attire and called me &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Nadia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; all the way. I didn't try to correct her but now I know how Nadia feels about the "Maliah-Nadia" mix-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The celebration had been short and boring. &lt;em&gt;(Or maybe I expect too much.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;haven't actually gone out&amp;nbsp;in exactly 3 months, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;including today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My mom wouldn't let me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;How pathetic can I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nazri and Zafran's &lt;em&gt;(still)&lt;/em&gt; growing fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Hafizah with Nazri. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Curry with Zhafran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took a picture with Nazri but I don't want to&amp;nbsp;ruin his&amp;nbsp;good looks&amp;nbsp;with my face by putting it up. &lt;/strong&gt;Everybody in 29126 had been complaining about how Nazri and Zharfan are 14 and we're 15.&amp;nbsp;I knew they'd be an instant hit with the female population. Although we knew Nazri since we were Sec 2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Nazri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;Zhafran&lt;/span&gt; for winning Crestian's Got Talent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;I really loved Aishah and Fashihah's rendition of "Thinking of You".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5252617374158482826?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5252617374158482826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5252617374158482826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5252617374158482826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5252617374158482826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='national day celebration.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-3927157187318881320</id><published>2009-08-01T12:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:42:34.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my soft toy army.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKERCkBpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5eOdqo47tok/s1600-h/Peekture074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKERCkBpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5eOdqo47tok/s320/Peekture074.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKA5W7HJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZUjQQppuaZ8/s1600-h/Peekture072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKA5W7HJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZUjQQppuaZ8/s320/Peekture072.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKIS9W1xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SI9Xqjs2Ymw/s1600-h/Peekture080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKIS9W1xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SI9Xqjs2Ymw/s320/Peekture080.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKK9XPJJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3ANyMe-jXNk/s1600-h/Peekture082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKK9XPJJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3ANyMe-jXNk/s320/Peekture082.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if my chincillas' nails are too long?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You will sometimes get one or more persistent nails and these may need to be clipped Sad A pair of nail-clippers or a very sharp pair of scissors can be used as per personal preference. There is a large variety of nail-clippers on the market, though most work on the 'guillotine' method, and it may take some time to decide the best pair for your own circumstances. Kept alongside the nail clippers should be a styptic 'pen' or styptic powder. No matter how carefully you trim your little one's nails, or how competent you think you are, it is inevitable that there will come the time when you inadvertently cut across the 'quick' mentioned earlier. A styptic of some description should be within reach when trimming nails as it will stop the bleeding should things go wrong. The one I use is the same type that is sold to men who cut themselves whilst shaving and is purchased very cheaply from the local family chemist shop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recommend a visit to your local vet nurse for a demonstration if you are wary. They should be able to show you how best to hold your little one and how much to take off. Don’t worry if you only get to do one at a time without causing undue distress, not all hamsters will let you cut their nails all in one sitting, and sadly some hamsters actually need to be sedated."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH NO.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="67" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/742/742481rubaj90658.gif" width="51" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-3927157187318881320?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3927157187318881320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=3927157187318881320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3927157187318881320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3927157187318881320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='my soft toy army.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SnPKERCkBpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5eOdqo47tok/s72-c/Peekture074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-4455015373920901710</id><published>2009-07-31T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:21:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>I'd like to start off my entry by thanking &lt;strong&gt;Nabila&lt;/strong&gt; for&amp;nbsp;blogging about the "Blogger in Draft".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/forum/1/183514/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/forum/1/183514/&lt;/a&gt;) for more information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you, Nabila! &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The flu bug's really been having a helluva time in 3/5. Do you want to know who fell victim to the common cold &lt;em&gt;(it's a common cold, really, not H1N1)&lt;/em&gt;? It started with Kimberly then it moved on to Charmaine, Syafiqah, Rafikah, Hafizah, Aishah, Amani, Trisha, Sandy, Ryan, Liangxian, Syahirah and Aizat. &lt;strong&gt;That's a lot of people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only who's not been updating frequently recently. We&amp;nbsp;really don't have the time. I won't elaborate; I don't need to anyway, I think all of you would know what I mean. Recently I've been using up my energy studying for CTs &lt;em&gt;(especially Geography)&lt;/em&gt; and the NYAA Ceremony &lt;em&gt;(I've been forced into doing it, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not lying&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;. Half-way through studying Geography one night, I fell asleep at 8.30PM and woke up at 11.45PM. I packed my bag and slept again until 3 in the morning and slept back until 5 or 6. Although I think all my efforts has gone down the drain; &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to fail Geography.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently I've been left to think about why 3/5 (or Sec 3s to be specific) has been having trainees for one too many subject and if I'd do better in Geography or History. Did I mention I love Food and Nutrition? I really do. I love the subject. I love who's teaching the subject and I love my Food and Nutrition class. Every time we go to the Comp Lab, Ms Chan would play her playlist &lt;em&gt;(her very nice playlist)&lt;/em&gt; and we would be typing away and&amp;nbsp;goofing around&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(and rolling around)&lt;/em&gt; at the same time. I feel like taking up Nadia's suggestion and bringing my own thumbdrive with my own playlist next time for Food and Nutrition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one wordy entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pKIetmaLWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pKIetmaLWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PBkTX627R4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PBkTX627R4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoJpDS5krAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoJpDS5krAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Phillip and Jeanine. &lt;strong&gt;Watch:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r5u8JY3aMg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r5u8JY3aMg&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STNkN6p-j78"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STNkN6p-j78&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4455015373920901710?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4455015373920901710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4455015373920901710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4455015373920901710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4455015373920901710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/update_31.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7503067444476936706</id><published>2009-07-25T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:18:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phy: infrared caught on camera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMpgeFoYbBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMpgeFoYbBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr Lim:&lt;/b&gt; I tried taking a picture &lt;i&gt;(using my own digital camera)&lt;/i&gt; of me pressing my remote control and I could actually see the infrared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremiah:&lt;/b&gt; That shouldn't have been possible. You can't use just any camera to see infrared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cue:&lt;/b&gt; Mr Lim and Jeremiah debating on the different types of cameras.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr Lim:&lt;/b&gt; I TRIED IT BEFORE, OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cue:&lt;/b&gt; Class laughing at Jeremiah getting terribly pwned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjwNZkyoZ88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjwNZkyoZ88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to put this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7503067444476936706?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7503067444476936706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7503067444476936706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7503067444476936706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7503067444476936706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/infrared-caught-on-camera.html' title='phy: infrared caught on camera.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4962466657801029091</id><published>2009-07-24T21:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:19:04.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a proper update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/card/2242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d3gkbha1s7sr56.cloudfront.net/someecards/filestorage/birt_87.jpg" alt="Let's force a jaded wait staff to go through the motions of singing you "Happy Birthday"" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To:&lt;/b&gt; Everybody born in late June and early July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a moment, I forgot that Blogger's not functioning normally and properly. &lt;b&gt;But I'm still going to blog.&lt;/b&gt; I've been wanting &lt;i&gt;(itching, in fact)&lt;/i&gt; to update my blog but I can't think of anything to blog about. Maybe I can blog about how irritatingly long the Mole concept is. Maybe I can blog about how the flu bug's been having a helluva time in 3/5. Maybe I can blog about how having just the common cold can lead to a high possibility of having H1N1. Maybe I can blog about how Flo, Syaf and Zam can't believe I can eat a lot &lt;i&gt;(nasi with 1 ikan, 3 ayam ball and kangkung; personally I find I loved that combination very much)&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe I can blog about the "eclipse of the century" that I didn't get to see &lt;i&gt;(when it's raining heavily and we're stuck in the ISH during PE doing yoga-that's-not-yoga with a very bias PE teacher)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Or maybe I can blog about the nenek kebayan &lt;i&gt;(witch?)&lt;/i&gt; A.K.A. nenek keropok.&lt;/b&gt; Actually I don't want to blog about the nenek keropok; I might end up jinxing myself and my family and when I think of the nenek keropok, an image of Nisa screaming uncontrollably comes to mind too. &lt;b&gt;I don't even know if I should believe in this anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, I have no idea what to blog about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Wani, I still want Little Miss Sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4962466657801029091?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4962466657801029091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4962466657801029091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4962466657801029091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4962466657801029091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/proper-update.html' title='a proper update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6208354509173017706</id><published>2009-07-17T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:31:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my epiphany.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SmAkJKjw8eI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ivhKtYNHmRI/s1600-h/bonnie+wright-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359323296442675682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SmAkJKjw8eI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ivhKtYNHmRI/s320/bonnie+wright-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I-L-W-S-W! I-L-W-S-W!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nadia exclaimed when one of the many cikgus walked around the AVA Room. Initially, I didn't get what she meant but gradually when I looked at the cikgu, I caught on. No, I won't tell you what "I-L-W-S-W" means. It's a code between us. Amani figured it out and admitted she had been eyeing her too. The cikgu the three of us had been looking at is a tall and skinny but very pretty and very stylish lady. Lady, she really looks like a lady. I had an epiphany then; &lt;strong&gt;It's ok to be flat and skinny as long as I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; and for the benefit of the doubt, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;stylish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; An example of a skinny but pretty starlet is Bonnie Wright. I know I don't like the idea of Harry falling in love with Ginny, but I have to admit that Bonnie Wright is pretty. She has evolved from a Plain Jane to a very beautiful woman, in fact. In my opinion, at least. &lt;strong&gt;But I still don't like Harry falling in love with Ginny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/bonniewright-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonnie Wright is pretty and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should be confident&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6208354509173017706?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6208354509173017706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6208354509173017706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6208354509173017706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6208354509173017706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-epiphany.html' title='my epiphany.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SmAkJKjw8eI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ivhKtYNHmRI/s72-c/bonnie+wright-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-5173650383075052309</id><published>2009-07-16T20:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:37:43.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO WATCH HP #6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sl8cjN8kLhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BX6G3fYzjjE/s1600-h/harry+potter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359033472958869010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sl8cjN8kLhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BX6G3fYzjjE/s320/harry+potter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really do want to.&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; lame. Twilight is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; better than Harry Potter. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter is the ultimate.&lt;/strong&gt; I like everything about HP from the lightning bolt to the brooms to the owls to the Order of the Phoenix &lt;em&gt;(except for the fact that Harry fell in love with Ginny)&lt;/em&gt;. But I think the thing I love about HP is that all along, the whole time I read the books, I didn't know it will all add up to a bigger and badder picture. &lt;strong&gt;All the books coincide.&lt;/strong&gt; I think that's what I'd like in a series; if they all joined up and created a whole, joint story. Although I have to admit I'm a much bigger fan of HP in Pri 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a not that light note, I practically died of dehydration and starvation. Have I finally decided to be anorexic? &lt;strong&gt;No way.&lt;/strong&gt; Stop calling me anorexic, Darryl; it's not like I like being this skinny. No, I fasted the whole day. And I still have about half a month to pay back. The day before, practically all the malay girls in my class planned to fast today but after the trip to the dental clinic, Hafizah, Hazwani and Syafiqah batal. That left us with me, Amani, Aishah and Syahirah, I think. I was really very tempted to batal, especially when I didn't eat my morning meal and when I went to the canteen. I kept staring at the Malay stall. &lt;strong&gt;I really wanted to eat nasi.&lt;/strong&gt; Even the pak cik at the stall was shocked when I accompanied Aizat to the stall but didn't buy anything. &lt;em&gt;("Tengok aje, eh/Look only, ah? ") &lt;/em&gt;But when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot at the end and don't let go = &lt;strong&gt;Don't give up&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Dan Brown's new book, &lt;em&gt;The Lost Symbol&lt;/em&gt;, is coming out! I don't know when but here I come, Robert Langdon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5173650383075052309?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5173650383075052309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5173650383075052309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5173650383075052309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5173650383075052309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-watch-hp-6.html' title='I WANT TO WATCH HP #6!'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sl8cjN8kLhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BX6G3fYzjjE/s72-c/harry+potter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-7037090990034534010</id><published>2009-07-14T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:38:42.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up, maliah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't feel like I've been doing anything productive lately. My classmates say I'm &lt;em&gt;"corrupted"&lt;/em&gt; now since I didn't do my homework but I really didn't know we had to do it! I didn't even write it down in my handbook and a lot of people know how much I use my handbook. Really, I have no idea why the class expects me to finish all my homework on time and get straight As. &lt;strong&gt;I'm only human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, hanging out with the 29126&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-4&lt;/span&gt; on Monday had been &lt;strong&gt;the bomb&lt;/strong&gt;. In the canteen, &lt;strong&gt;Khairunisa Bte Othman&lt;/strong&gt; had been texting and smiling all the way. Illiany made fun of her saying that she's texting her "boyfriend". Then Illiany and Nadia started doing the "You-I, You-I" language. Nisa being Nisa, totally hates it when anybody goes "You-I, You-I"; she finds it revolting to have a rojak of Malay and English. It immediately reminded us of the "Kantoi" song Illiany let us listen to. I'm telling you, the second time you listen to that song, you'll get irritated. We kept laughing; I think everybody in the canteen might have been incredulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOnoz-f43RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Kantoi" by Zee Avi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7037090990034534010?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7037090990034534010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7037090990034534010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7037090990034534010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7037090990034534010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up-maliah.html' title='wake up, maliah.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-1115224280485867479</id><published>2009-07-12T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:19:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/ipodnano-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;A NEW iPOD NANO&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not an iPhone &lt;em&gt;(why would I want a new phone now?)&lt;/em&gt;. Not an iPod Touch. Definitely not an iPod Classic or an iPod Shuffle. &lt;strong&gt;But an iPod Nano. &lt;/strong&gt;Why not an iPod Touch? Like I've told Nadia, I can't deal with touch screen and I don't think I can stand having to touch the screen of my MP4 to function it. &lt;strong&gt;I don't have that magic touch and patience.&lt;/strong&gt; And it's big. 1. I'd like to be able to slip my MP4 into my pocket and have it not bulge out. 2. From the 4th generation on, I'm guessing all iPod Nanos will have a video function. 3. I think my 2nd generation pink iPod Nano will die on me one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/panasoniclumixfx580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;PANASONIC LUMIX FX580 IN BLACK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Touch screen operation with 25mm ultra wide-angle lens and 'Face Recognition'. " &lt;/em&gt;I'm contradicting myself now. Didn't I just mention I don't have the "magic touch and patience" to function with touch screens? As much as I don't have that magic touch, I still find touch screens very cool. I wouldn't mind my cam having a touch screen function. I think by now you've noticed I like everything straight-cut and compact. Not big, bulky and complex. I've tried Uncle Fahmy's Panasonic Lumix before and I liked what I saw. Anyway, it would be convenient to really have a cam of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/vaiocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;SONY &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;VAIO CS IN RED&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a laptop of my own to put in anything I want &lt;strong&gt;and not need to share it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPjRYAgJm80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPjRYAgJm80&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;JAPANESE HAIR STRAIGHTENING @ CANDANCE, LP&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like my hair.&lt;/strong&gt; Every morning I wake up to my very damaged hair, frizzing everywhere. One day when I went scouting around at Loyang Point, I stopped at Candace. They told me if I didn't want to rebond my hair, I could go for the Japanese Hair Straightening treatment which both gives hair treatment and straightens my hair. Although I'd have to take care of my hair after the treatment; I'm not going to burn a hole in my pocket for the treatment again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out of all of them, the more important ones are &lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm saving up for it on my own. &lt;strong&gt;Target:&lt;/strong&gt; Around Hari Raya.&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/7814251517745760540-1115224280485867479?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1115224280485867479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=1115224280485867479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1115224280485867479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1115224280485867479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-want.html' title='what i want:'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5350100113551109359</id><published>2009-07-10T16:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:44:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my happy (?) friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SlcFYv0gdKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_uGmyt3iBNg/s1600-h/Peekture038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356756204492190882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SlcFYv0gdKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_uGmyt3iBNg/s400/Peekture038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried to put everything that's been bugging me lately behind me for today, to enjoy my day. Maybe it worked. Maybe it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally got my Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hafizah lost my Little Black Dress book and to make up for it, knowing that I'm a fool for B&amp;amp;J, she vowed to treat me to B&amp;amp;J one day. &lt;strong&gt;And that day is today.&lt;/strong&gt; Nadia and I walked all the way to buy it at NTUC and had a heart-to-heart talk. I'm glad Nadia finally knows how it's like. That makes it one less person who doesn't comprehend my situation. I initially really wanted to buy my Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough but they didn't have it! &lt;em&gt;(How can they sell B&amp;amp;J without any Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough?!)&lt;/em&gt; I then settled for Chunky Monkey and Nadia bought New York Fudge Chunk. We brought them back to school to share it with the 29126. I wanted to bring my tub of Chunky Monkey back home and use it but the ants contaminated my tub! (#*!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention? Throughout the journey to NTUC, at every traffic light we stopped at, the light would turn green immediately when we came. &lt;strong&gt;Immediately.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's a sign, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think I'll stop here; I forgot what I wanted to blog. Anyway, I'm going to take my very much needed and thorough bath now. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5350100113551109359?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5350100113551109359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5350100113551109359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5350100113551109359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5350100113551109359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-happy-friday.html' title='my happy (?) friday.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SlcFYv0gdKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_uGmyt3iBNg/s72-c/Peekture038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-8575777626734194239</id><published>2009-07-08T18:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:57:40.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"maybe now, michael, they will leave you alone."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjG5Lw19LO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjG5Lw19LO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe now, Michael, they will leave you alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Marlon Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know all of you will kill me once you read this but &lt;strong&gt;I slept through practically the whole memorial&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to try and watch all of it but at the beginning, the memorial might have been touching but it didn't speak to me. If anybody died, the only people who would be affected beyond depression could really only be the family. To tell you the truth, I only wanted to watch the memorial for the family's eurology. I am particularly touched by Marlon Jackson's eurology and his account on bumping into Michael in the store. (&lt;em&gt;"You're my brother; I can recognise you anywhere regardless of what make up you wear."&lt;/em&gt;) And who can forget Paris? It's the shortest speech I've heard in my life but it carries a very big meaning and impact; a magnitude. In this whole memorial, what really mattered? To me, &lt;strong&gt;it's the family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blog is filled with entries about Michael Jackson. I should blog about my life more. How's life? Life is hard. When I go to school, I get a big headache thinking of how unprepared I am for the CTs and planning my study plan and how to finish all my homework on time. When I go home, my brothers would be fighting. 24/7. That's why I lock myself up in my room. It's much less chaotic there and I can concentrate better there too. And when I lock myself up in my room, I can tune out the world for a moment, try to let out all the bottled-up pressure and evaluate practically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, let's be happy and not worry: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S ILLIANY'S 15TH BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8575777626734194239?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8575777626734194239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8575777626734194239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8575777626734194239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8575777626734194239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-now-michael-they-will-leave-you.html' title='&quot;maybe now, michael, they will leave you alone.&quot;'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2151593905361329999</id><published>2009-07-07T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:55:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from ttm to mi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxSSoqJEt5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxSSoqJEt5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New address.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today Michael Jackson will be buried.&lt;/strong&gt; Am I going to type a paragraph on what I feel about his memorial? No, I'm not going to. I expressed my opinions with Nadia already and to me, that is enough. Although I would let slip a word or two: &lt;strong&gt;They should really let Michael R.I.P. and stop dissecting the stomach they already told the world is empty. &lt;/strong&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/7814251517745760540-2151593905361329999?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2151593905361329999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2151593905361329999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2151593905361329999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2151593905361329999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-ttm-to-mi.html' title='from ttm to mi.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8167203139950844687</id><published>2009-07-05T10:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:08:20.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th anni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEFORE 10TH ANNI:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had nothing to do in the morning of the big day. Nadia suggested the 29126 go to KFC and rejoice the comeback of the one and only Bandito Pockett. While fans of McDonald's Garlic Chilli rejoice of the Garlic Chilli comeback, we'll celebrate the Bandito Pockett comeback. After begging my mom to let me go with them, I got ready and met Nadia at Loyang Point to buy my Brasso. In the end, only Nadia, Hafizah and I went to eat at KFC. You want to know what's the difference in the "new" Bandito Pockett the commercial's been talking about? &lt;strong&gt;The pita is now toasted.&lt;/strong&gt; Although I didn't taste a single difference. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten it in long, long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We picked up Curry from the library and to school. Half-way through walking around the school, Nadia and I found that there's nothing to do before we report at 2.15. It was 12 or 1 at that time. We decided to hang around the blocks. We stopped at 229 and started polishing all the badges on us with my newly bought Brasso. What boredom can do to us. But Brasso really works! I shined all my badges until it couldn't be shined anymore. Half-way through, Aizat and Pariz joined us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DURING 10TH ANNI:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I told you my role in 10th Anni? No, I didn't bore everybody in the hall with my &lt;em&gt;"step-college-girl"&lt;/em&gt; voice. I gave cocktail to the VIPs and passed the confetti stick to Aizat in the parade in exchange for his rifle. &lt;strong&gt;How cool is that.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally, roles with not that much practice. During duty, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cherry red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ferrari drive in. Immediately, all the NCCs standing at attention turned to look. I want a red car when I grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nadia and I ran to the next station; the parade. The parade went very well; nobody dropped a rifle or did a booboo. A noticable booboo. Fashihah sang beautifully and I mean &lt;strong&gt;beautifully&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that there isn't a parade anymore, I'll miss hearing Basshunter boom through the sound system and the rhythamic banging of rifles every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The confetti team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AFTER 10TH ANNI:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dead beat. Nadia and I were dead from running from here to there, here to there. Yet we wanted to hang around after we were dismissed and kpo-kpo. We bumped into Hafizah and Charmaine. Charmaine being Charmaine was very hyped up and very keen to take a picture with Ms Chua. She declared, "I won't leave until I take a picture with Ms Chua!" Charmaine's energy can be very infectious, mind you. Soon, I experienced adrenaline. All of it pumping in me and ready to explode. Charmaine, Nadia and I ran around the school taking pictures, my cam in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE PRODUCT OF ADRENALINE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The madly cute Charmaine Theng. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; The madly nice Mr Paul Ng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3088-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Nabila. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Cikgu Marina &lt;em&gt;("I didn't get to see her dance with Cikgu Ridz for 'Bop to the Top'!")&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Farrehann. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I just had to put this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Nawfal and his Colgate smile. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Ms Adima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Charmaine and Ms Chua! &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Aizat. &lt;em&gt;("I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Farhan Y. &lt;em&gt;("Best friend ah, best friend.") &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Adik Hidayat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Khairunisa Bte Othman. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Nadia Bte Abdul Nasir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Zafrul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Sherwyn. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Adriana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Vanessa Chua. &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Hafizah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10th Anni was fun. Can we play it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8167203139950844687?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8167203139950844687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8167203139950844687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8167203139950844687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8167203139950844687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/10th-anni.html' title='10th anni.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7190208374152371716</id><published>2009-07-02T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:51:20.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(one of) my idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zpTQCQEFhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zpTQCQEFhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's Michael. His get-up is simply assembled in what you would go to bed with. But you don't need to look like you're going to the city to perform; people truly come for the voice. I've not been blogging about Michael Jackson recently only to discuss the death of a legend. I blog about him now to express how I admire the fact that he lived being 50, putting up with all the crap the media and the world gave him. You have to admit that in a school of 3000 odd or whatnot, it's enough to make you go mad if they talked and gave you crap around the clock. He had to put up with &lt;strong&gt;the world&lt;/strong&gt;. A world made up of not only the community we find here in Singapore. To put up with &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; that scrutiny from the media and the world, I really, truly salute Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been surveying. &lt;em&gt;"What's your favourite Michael Jackson song?"&lt;/em&gt; Mine is "Smooth Criminal" and "Man in the Mirror". Particularly "Man in the Mirror". What's your favourite Michael Jackson song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7190208374152371716?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7190208374152371716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7190208374152371716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7190208374152371716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7190208374152371716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-idol.html' title='(one of) my idol.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8712558351092144255</id><published>2009-07-01T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:55:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been 3 days back in school and I think when I lie down, my bones can sink into my bed. &lt;span style="font-family:wingdings 3;"&gt;Today, I expected Glen not to come to school. But when I saw him today, happy, normal and maybe even well, it shocked me. But then again, Glen isn't the type to hold a grudge. I still don't see why they did that to him when he did nothing at all. &lt;strong&gt;It's totally brainless and pointless.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to go on about it but when I look at it, there's really no solution. &lt;strong&gt;It's a cycle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Influenza A/H1N1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written in Literature class, an assignment for Mdm Rozila on 30 June.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Influenza A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irritating, interupting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changing our lifestyles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Affecting the whole world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all I hear about everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H1N1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really is irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8712558351092144255?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8712558351092144255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8712558351092144255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8712558351092144255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8712558351092144255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school.html' title='back to school.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7098032365251595931</id><published>2009-06-26T20:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:33:13.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to michael jackson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkS-OqGOL2I/AAAAAAAAATU/EQ7EXBAckRA/s1600-h/michael+jackson%27s+ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611416250822498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkS-OqGOL2I/AAAAAAAAATU/EQ7EXBAckRA/s320/michael+jackson%27s+ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1999/2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am in kindergaten. Among the 4 children in my family, only 3 were born then. When we were children, we used to stay at my grandmother's place a lot. My auntie had not been married then and we loved to raid the video cabinet, searching for entertainment. I found this video. It looked scary but intriguing. I looked at Michael and thought he was woman. I thought the video was a horror movie. Naturally as a child I wanted to watch the video, sca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ry-looking or not. I ended up loving that video and watched it repeatedly. Both the video and the making of the video. My auntie told me that man in the video is Michael Jackson. The King of Pop."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now in Secondary 3. I am more knowledgable than I was in kindergarten. I've heard talk about Michael Jackson. Him going through multiple facial surgeries. Him bleaching himself. Him not bleaching himself but having a skin condition. Him getting caught in a fire. Him being made fun of in Eminem's video. Him taking advantage of children. Him converting to Islam. True or not true, I still have that respect for him as I did when I heard of him in kindergarten. I think as a fan, you tend to overlook all the bad he's done. Michael Jackson had become one of my idols. He is truly the King of Pop. A legend. An iconic man. I think Michael Jackson's death was on CNN or BBC the whole day. When I heard he died, I was shocked. I hardly expected him to pass on this soon. He's now free from the scrutiny of this mad world and its media but &lt;strong&gt;the world has just lost a very talented and unique man&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/michaeljackson-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/michaeljackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt; MICHAEL "MIKAIL" JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1958-2009)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7098032365251595931?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7098032365251595931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7098032365251595931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7098032365251595931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7098032365251595931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-michael-jackson.html' title='dedicated to michael jackson.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkS-OqGOL2I/AAAAAAAAATU/EQ7EXBAckRA/s72-c/michael+jackson%27s+ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-5902441237316078968</id><published>2009-06-25T20:17:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:28:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkNuT6kqtoI/AAAAAAAAATE/1Kk8B7VsWKc/s1600-h/transformers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351242070665901698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkNuT6kqtoI/AAAAAAAAATE/1Kk8B7VsWKc/s320/transformers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm watching this on Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; If my mom would let me, anyway. Apparently, everybody is going gaga about T2. FYI, I'm not one of them. If it's a good movie, it's a good movie. I don't mind watching a good movie. My sister watched it with her class and she's going gaga about T2 now, but more importantly about Shia Labeouf. Nadia's been a true blue fan of the movie and series since I don't know when. Nad, remember when you brought mini Bumblebee to school in Sec 1? She kept assembling it to a robot then to a car and then back to a robot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm more of a fan of movies of the comedy and investigation genre. Not comedies like Land of the Lost, mind you. That movie isn't even funny. &lt;strong&gt;It's lame like shit.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, good movies are like movies based on Dan Brown's literature. Compared to A&amp;amp;D, I think that The Da Vinci Code is better but at the same time, more provocative. It's a very conflicting issue, by the way. The movie and its contents, I mean. If you thought the movie revolved around Leornado Da Vinci and his artwork like I did initially, I'm here to correct that common misconception. Like A&amp;amp;D, the movie is about religions. Namely, Christianity. In a nutshell, the movie is about the conflict of their Lord's mortality. If he's divine or only man. I've warned you; it's very provocative. But I can bet it's entirely fiction and based on a myth. I want to read the last book in the Robert Langdon series; The Lost Symbol, I think. By the way, I think Tom Hanks is a perfect potrayal of Robert Langdon. FYI, he's one of my favourite actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkN237zuFTI/AAAAAAAAATM/zK_OZmpMG6w/s1600-h/Kiwi+(from+Aizat).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351251485565785394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkN237zuFTI/AAAAAAAAATM/zK_OZmpMG6w/s320/Kiwi+(from+Aizat).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for Kiwi; I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is love? I don't know. Everybody has their own definition and really, that's the way it should be. You can't look up the word "love" in a dictionary and expect an accurate definition. That definition will probably be wrong. I don't know what's your definition of love but I'll tell you mine. Love isn't only for your girlfriend or boyfriend or life companion. It can be for your family, your friend or even your pet. I'm still finding out what I think love is but the only thing I can figure out for now is that if somebody loves you, they'll accept you for who you are and they'll make you feel like the most special body on Earth. When you love somebody, they can irritate the hell out of you at one moment but you know deep in your heart that you can't live without them. And that's the only thing I can conclude for now. I'm still learning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT TO EVERYBODY IN &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The class BBQ is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; cancelled but it has been changed to &lt;strong&gt;a class picnic&lt;/strong&gt;. It is strongly encouraged that you bring with you food and drinks. &lt;strong&gt;Halal&lt;/strong&gt; food and drinks. The date and venue has not changed and the details are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PIT 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START:&lt;/strong&gt; 4.00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END:&lt;/strong&gt; 10.00PM (Preferrably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, help me spread the message to anybody who hasn't heard. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm boring you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7814251517745760540-5902441237316078968?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5902441237316078968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5902441237316078968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5902441237316078968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5902441237316078968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/update_25.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SkNuT6kqtoI/AAAAAAAAATE/1Kk8B7VsWKc/s72-c/transformers+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-291432371723463263</id><published>2009-06-24T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:31:01.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up, lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't you stop crying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't you stop fighting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't you stop controlling people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't you stop acting like a baby as opposed to how old you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't you just accept the fact that the world is not revolving around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to go out. I can't stand my crybaby of a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-291432371723463263?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/291432371723463263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=291432371723463263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/291432371723463263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/291432371723463263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up-lah.html' title='shut up, lah.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-306153343827122052</id><published>2009-06-21T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:50:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study date with mel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3N2s8TgLI/AAAAAAAAASs/fJQDvPnUP2I/s1600-h/with+mel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349658272046743730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3N2s8TgLI/AAAAAAAAASs/fJQDvPnUP2I/s320/with+mel-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This June I've been very pathetic and apart from going out with my own family, I've only been out to do my Malay project. I'm &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; pathetic. I had a feeling I couldn't go out on Friday and I suggested to Melissa that we should have a study date at my place. It wasn't an ideal occasion for a reunion but she didn't mind and that's one of the many things I love about Melissa Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mel did her Chemistry, I finished up what was left of my essays. We did a lot of catching up and had a lot of laughs like we used to. Like it should be. It didn't take long before our tummies started grumbling (actually mine grumbled way before) and we walked to Central to buy lunch. After completing more homework and a bit of digressing, we finally decided to on the laptop and watch Slumdog Millionaire. I remembered I used to not want to watch Slumdog Millionaire because I thought it would be something like a Bollywood movie and I don't like Bollywood movies after watching too much of it in my childhood (Thank you, Mak Uda). &lt;strong&gt;But it's not something like or a Bollywood movie at all.&lt;/strong&gt; I really love it and if you haven't watched it yet, you should watch it now! I think the child Jamal is really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;March 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/withmel-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you, Melissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-306153343827122052?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/306153343827122052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=306153343827122052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/306153343827122052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/306153343827122052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-date-with-mel.html' title='study date with mel.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3N2s8TgLI/AAAAAAAAASs/fJQDvPnUP2I/s72-c/with+mel-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-2986236801183000259</id><published>2009-06-17T10:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:02:15.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3a1ZXljnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KtaLFG_HpPY/s1600-h/DSCF3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349672543263755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3a1ZXljnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KtaLFG_HpPY/s320/DSCF3073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MUMMY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; How old is Singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain:&lt;/strong&gt; 50, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2986236801183000259?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2986236801183000259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2986236801183000259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2986236801183000259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2986236801183000259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='happy birthday, mummy!'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sj3a1ZXljnI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KtaLFG_HpPY/s72-c/DSCF3073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-4148671165664102984</id><published>2009-06-16T15:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:48:37.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you (start plurking!).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 16th June and 3.07PM here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;What date and time is it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4148671165664102984?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4148671165664102984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4148671165664102984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4148671165664102984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4148671165664102984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you-start-tweeting.html' title='i miss you (start plurking!).'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6345895853369262552</id><published>2009-06-14T13:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:32:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to lady gaga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO YOU RECOGNISE THIS WOMAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/ladygaga-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/ladygaga-3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's right.&lt;/strong&gt; It's the one and only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's in Singapore and today she'll officially be performing for one night only at her "Dome of Dubai" concert. Believe it or not, a dome was really built for that concert. Apart from her lightning bolt, I think Lady Gaga's trademark would be her ribbons and bows. Have you noticed that? I'm sure you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember when I heard "Just Dance", I thought an African-American woman sang the song. I found out it wasn't an African-American woman at all but a pure American woman by the name of Lady Gaga. I was like, "Lady Gaga? What kind of name is that?" Gradually, she moved up the charts, became known as a style icon and suddenly everything about her was glam. From her ribbons and bows and her "cherry, cherry, boom, boom".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I recently bought the June/July issue of NYLON and in their "mass appeal" section was Lady Gaga. And when I turned to the next page, it was Katy Perry. By the way, they have 3 mass appeals every month. I was like, "Oh my god, oh my god, &lt;strong&gt;oh my god&lt;/strong&gt;! I look at one page and I see Lady Gaga and when I turn to the next page I see Katy Perry!" &lt;strong&gt;How cool is that.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, I thought that since Lady Gaga's having her concert in Singapore today, why not type an entry dedicated to her? If you're going to her concert tonight, I envy you a lot. If you're above 13 and below 20 and haven't heard any of Lady Gaga's songs, I think you're very deprived. To end off my entry for today, I'll put up a video of Lady Gaga's latest single, "Love Game":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riNX2eHLw5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riNX2eHLw5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now if and when Katy Perry comes to Singapore, I'll dedicate an entry to her too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6345895853369262552?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6345895853369262552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6345895853369262552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6345895853369262552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6345895853369262552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-lady-gaga.html' title='dedicated to lady gaga.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-151556342083550845</id><published>2009-06-12T13:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:45:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my beloved aizat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SjHn0PxCLVI/AAAAAAAAASY/VI4whJwcpRU/s1600-h/twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346309117436898642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SjHn0PxCLVI/AAAAAAAAASY/VI4whJwcpRU/s320/twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 MORE DAYS AND COUNTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;With rogue, vanilla and a bit of chocolate fondue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll pretty much make myself beautiful &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-151556342083550845?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/151556342083550845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=151556342083550845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/151556342083550845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/151556342083550845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-aizat_12.html' title='to my beloved aizat.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SjHn0PxCLVI/AAAAAAAAASY/VI4whJwcpRU/s72-c/twilight.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-9157460102528826887</id><published>2009-06-12T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:53:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malay project and at wani's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you can tell, we finally went to Pasir Ris Park to do our Malay project. Nope, we weren't dancing or filming a video. We were working on our brochure component. And the more I use my cam, the more I find that Uncle Fahmy's Panasonic Lumix is much better than my own cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were madly hungry and had to stop by Burger King to buy something to eat. Ain dropped by Subway to buy her cookie. To tell you the truth, I've been wondering what's so nice about the Subway cookies that everybody's going gaga about it. Now I know. &lt;strong&gt;It's big, aromatic and madly delicious.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to buy a lot of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One stop we made at Pasir Ris Park was the Mangrove Swamp. &lt;strong&gt;Sec 3s!&lt;/strong&gt; Do you remember going there when we were Sec 2? It brought back a strong sense of nostalgia. I miss those times. I miss 2/7'08. Anyway, the highlight of events that happened in the Mangrove Swamp, other than our excessive camwhoring, was the appearence of a &lt;strong&gt;Komodo Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;. A small one, according to Hafizah. It didn't chase us like we expected it to. &lt;strong&gt;Thank god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the entrance, I took this picture: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gah!&lt;/strong&gt; Ain's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then made our way to Wani's home to continue with the brochure. Wani showed us the big camera her dad found and we used it to camwhore. How lucky can Wani be to find a free camera in good condition? He only had to buy the charger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, SPOT THE SQUIRREL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe that one was too easy to spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now let me give you something a bit harder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPOT THE CRAB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/crab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one that I haven't quite spot yet too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is that it's supposed to be around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nadia called me. She was on the way to E!hub to meet the 29126 for the movie marathon but she took the wrong bus. It's good that she could even go. I'm confined at home and forced to clean Billie and Beanie Bob's poop and cage. I'll spend this time doing my EL and ML homework then. And maybe bake cakes and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream with my mom. And maybe rent Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and 27 Dresses from Video Ezy. &lt;strong&gt;Ciao.&lt;/strong&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/7814251517745760540-9157460102528826887?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9157460102528826887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=9157460102528826887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9157460102528826887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9157460102528826887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/malay-project-and-at-wanis_12.html' title='malay project and at wani&apos;s.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6937888451313533646</id><published>2009-06-11T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:20:41.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malay project and at wani's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT PASIR RIS PARK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/me-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From left to right:&lt;/strong&gt; Nadia, Wani, Ain, me and Hafizah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/ixoras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT WANI'S&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/P1070621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We'll go where the wind blows us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/P1070659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/P1070661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF3050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll type an entry on today, tomorrow. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6937888451313533646?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6937888451313533646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6937888451313533646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6937888451313533646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6937888451313533646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/malay-project-and-at-wanis.html' title='malay project and at wani&apos;s.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-1080990844500355623</id><published>2009-06-09T20:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:32:59.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my beloved aizat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Si5Rt9OlgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0hrsqQH-xx4/s1600-h/f21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345299657707061266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Si5Rt9OlgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0hrsqQH-xx4/s320/f21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"How is it like in that 'Maoriland', baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even with snow, is the sun shining?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it as scenematic as Ireland?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that you're not crying;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't worry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only been &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a day&lt;/span&gt; but it feels like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, how can that much happen in a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-1080990844500355623?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1080990844500355623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=1080990844500355623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1080990844500355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1080990844500355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-aizat.html' title='to my beloved aizat.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Si5Rt9OlgBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/0hrsqQH-xx4/s72-c/f21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-5195768901519589301</id><published>2009-06-05T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:39:40.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"nobody, nobody but you!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know how everybody from Sec 1 to Sec 3 have to do an MT project? The Sec 3s have to do a project on attractions in Pasir Ris. My group chose to do Pasir Ris Park. One of the project's components is to make a video of the chosen destination. Ain suggested we make or imitate an MV for "Nobody". If you watched the video on top, it might look cool and all. But the thought of having an MV of you and your dancing possibly being shown at the Learning Festival is very, &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; humiliating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, what if we end up looking as gay as &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;?:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/031N31B4EvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/031N31B4EvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dancing to "Nobody" in Pasir Ris Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ain, you're more daring than in Sec 1 and 2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fixed a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A heart-shaped puzzle keychain. Wani, it isn't easy to fix. It took me 3 days to figure it out. But I guess I'm slow; I gave Nabil a big globe puzzle for his birthday and he fixed it in one day. Anyway, I have an SS essay test on Northern Ireland and Sri Lanka soon. I really hope I can get B3 and above. I'm not happy at all with my SS grade this term. By the way, it's a disappointing C5. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of Northern Ireland, Ms Chua showed us the MV for The Cranberries' "Zombie". She said it's one of her favourite bands. Initially the song didn't ring a bell at all. Gradually when I heard the chorus, the repetitive angry shouting of a word that I couldn't really hear, I went: "&lt;strong&gt;Oh!&lt;/strong&gt; That song!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CNMJSXSsFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CNMJSXSsFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Cranberries is a band from Northern Ireland and the song "Zombie" is on the effect of the conflict on the community. You should read the Wikipedia article on the MV: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_(song"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_(song&lt;/a&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/7814251517745760540-5195768901519589301?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5195768901519589301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5195768901519589301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5195768901519589301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5195768901519589301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-how-everybody-from-sec-1-to.html' title='&quot;nobody, nobody but you!&quot;'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8106811382691558497</id><published>2009-06-04T11:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:16:15.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome and welcome back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE, &lt;u&gt;MY &lt;u&gt;NOKIA E75&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiaxue recently bought a Blackberry. And Xiaxue being Xiaxue, she blingified it. But that's one thing we know and love her for. Anyway, the way she blogged about the Blackberry made it seem too cool. All this time I had this impression that Blackberrys are all-work-no-play type of phones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/03062009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/03062009001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a womb. My mom's womb. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing happened to my mom; she's only impotent now. She's alive, well and in good health and I couldn't be happier. My dad's not at home now. He went to fetch my mom. I'll end this entry by saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8106811382691558497?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8106811382691558497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8106811382691558497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8106811382691558497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8106811382691558497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-and-welcome-back.html' title='welcome and welcome back.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6353663011756493758</id><published>2009-06-02T17:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:43:26.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zurhairi approaches Mrs Tan for help on a sum. While teaching, Zurhairi walks back to his table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Tan:&lt;/strong&gt; Zurhairi! Come back, don't use your calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zurhairi walks back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Tan:&lt;/strong&gt; Now, what is 5 divided by 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I can't blame Zurhairi. I've been too dependant on my calculator too. I mean, in a sum there's bound to be a bit of simple calculation. And when we have the luxury of a calculator, we might as well make use of that luxury. I end up pressing &lt;strong&gt;6 x 8&lt;/strong&gt; into the calculator. &lt;strong&gt;It's a wonder why I got a C for Arithmetic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxBxqkMmzfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SxBxqkMmzfI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH.MY.GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jackson Rathbone and Taylor Lautner looks hotter in New Moon. &lt;/strong&gt;Hottie-hot-hotties. Anyway, I only found the trailer while blog-hopping and I only knew about the new movie when Bapa told me. Even if Bapa didn't tell me, I would have heard it from Kimberly and her Twilight-fanatic-mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I sit behind Kimberly everyday during morning assembly. She's #9 and I'm #10. Yeah. Anyway, She and her mate from 3/4 would go on and on about something new about Twilight. &lt;strong&gt;Everyday.&lt;/strong&gt; And everyday will be a new thing about Twilight. I don't remember being &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; mad about Twilight in Sec 2. I don't even remember the last time I actually wanted to find out something new about Twilight. Although being a fan of Twilight is something symbolic to me. Like a milestone in my life. In my Sec 2 life, particularly. Something that happened in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH.MY.GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I'm rambling to avoid story-telling about how my day sucked today. I mean, I'm hardly thinking about Twilight, Kimberly and milestones in my life. &lt;strong&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flAvh1o-s5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flAvh1o-s5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; this song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6353663011756493758?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6353663011756493758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6353663011756493758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6353663011756493758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6353663011756493758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/suckass.html' title='suckass.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8660304488379784535</id><published>2009-06-01T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:53:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're permanent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_68P6DNCkM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_68P6DNCkM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope you'll only be impotent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8660304488379784535?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8660304488379784535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8660304488379784535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8660304488379784535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8660304488379784535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-permanent.html' title='we&apos;re permanent.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7439873076273999317</id><published>2009-05-30T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:41:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you like me now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know I’ve asked you before but do you have any idea where Michael is?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I expected him to rat me out and turn me in. But he did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, Gayle. I’m sorry but I have no idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was then I knew he was giving me a choice. To embrace the situation or to run away from it like I initially wanted to. I stood up. I chose the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ma, I’m right here.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- An extract from my GPA entry, &lt;em&gt;Trust VS Betrayal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, since you don't have a tagboard on your blog and you're not online: I didn't get to formally apologise to you for what happened this week. &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry for not exactly being a friend.&lt;/strong&gt; You know I'm not good at comforting and that's why I keep quiet when somebody is upset; I'm scared what I'll say will upset them even more. I don't know if what I'll type next would be a good or bad advice but try to cheer up. Everybody's been in a situation like yours before, even me. It's a matter of how you'll take it. Don't follow the papayas; they lead to trouble, remember? &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/strong&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/7814251517745760540-7439873076273999317?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7439873076273999317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7439873076273999317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7439873076273999317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7439873076273999317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-like-me-now.html' title='how do you like me now?'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4594204689667194859</id><published>2009-05-29T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:03:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of term 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sh-Qi_P9i-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/wT_1SQ2nRzk/s1600-h/sa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341146613853031394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sh-Qi_P9i-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/wT_1SQ2nRzk/s320/sa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not happy with my performance. &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to get the Top 10 in class.&lt;/strong&gt; Food and Nutrition had a 100% F9 for the exam; that pulled down everybody's marks but thankfully not a lot. In each class, only a single digit number of people passed the Social Studies exam. Even if you studied 3 or 4 weeks before the exam, paid attention and did your homework like, me, Hafizah, Charmaine and a lot of us did, you still failed. &lt;strong&gt;The transaction from Sec 2 to Sec 3 is a big leap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/nokiae75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOKIA E75&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compared to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;XPERIA X1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LG KS360&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read my blog frequently or if you know me well enough, you would know I'm &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; for a new phone. The phones I've used were all hand-me-downs or chosen by my mom and dad. I bet all of you get an opportunity to choose a phone you want. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop whining, Maliah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why I want a Nokia E75:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- It has a Qwerty keypad; I like phones with Qwerty keypads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- It has a Qwerty keypad &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; a normal keypad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I'm too used to using Nokia phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I want a new phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why not use the XPERIA X1 or LG KS360?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- The XPERIA X1 is a Windows Mobile smartphone; I'm not the type to use the Net on-the-go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sook Wai told me not to buy the LG KS360; from her own experience, it sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4594204689667194859?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4594204689667194859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4594204689667194859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4594204689667194859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4594204689667194859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-term-2.html' title='the end of term 2.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sh-Qi_P9i-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/wT_1SQ2nRzk/s72-c/sa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-2443262244110311609</id><published>2009-05-27T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:26:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head felt heavy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heavy and dizzy. I could feel saliva collecting in my mouth like it would before I vomit. But I didn't vomit. I started seeing specks. I thought that if I blinked, the specks would go away like after I rub my eyes. But it didn't. Slowly, my vision blurred and everything started to turn black. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I felt my eyes closed. As if I were about to sleep. Before I knew it, I lost my balance and started swaying from side to side. I felt like a drunk swaying like that. All I wanted was to find a support to lean or grip on. But it kept moving away from me. I didn't know what happened next but for a moment my vision was restored. I could see. I could see Mdm Rozila running to me. I could feel. I could feel hands gripping me. I could hear. I could hear Nadia calling my name. Ms Junainah was beside Mdm Rozila. They asked me how I felt and at that point of time, my suspicions were confirmed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasn't a dream; it was real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really fainted in the parade ground at the time the whole school was quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The feeling was surreal. The incident was a distant memory even if it happened recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished and sent my GPA entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY, NISA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry about recess. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2443262244110311609?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2443262244110311609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7814251517745760540.post-5847670683927829791</id><published>2009-05-24T16:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:02:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore flyer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_M9mb0AU9k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_M9mb0AU9k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2796-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/meandainul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/unclefahmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That fire you ignited. Good, bad and undecided. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your light is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5847670683927829791?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5847670683927829791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5847670683927829791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5847670683927829791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5847670683927829791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/singapore-flyer.html' title='singapore flyer.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5445625228499049367</id><published>2009-05-23T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:34:32.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_plArj4gfWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_plArj4gfWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enjoin the believing women to lower their gaze and guard their modesty; not to display their beauty and ornaments except what normally appears thereof; let them draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their charms except to their husbands."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;- Surah An-Nur, Ayat 31 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5445625228499049367?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5445625228499049367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5445625228499049367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5445625228499049367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5445625228499049367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5494803624483388614</id><published>2009-05-21T21:29:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:53:27.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet rocket; space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The light flared brighter and brighter. Then, gradually, the flames dissipated. The carmelango was gone. Whether he had collapsed behind the balustrade or evaporated into thin air was impossible to tell. All that was left was a cloud of smoke spiraling skyward over Vatican City."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered reading that paragraph from my book before Ms Low knelt next to me and told me that I have to go up front for my Model Student certificate. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:wingdings 3;"&gt;I didn't want to go up. If I go up, people will go: "&lt;strong&gt;What the hell.&lt;/strong&gt; Maliah again? Slut." I write for the school. I'm an MC. I'm a rep for Malay, Arithmetic and Food and Nutrition. I'm a PL for GG. Ironically, I don't want to be one of the main characters in the film. I want to be an extra; only needed in the background to make the scene look real. Being a main character would mean people are more likely to talk about you than a nerd, an extra. And if I'm a main character, do people really want me to be a main character? I don't know and 55% of me doesn't want to know. &lt;strong&gt;The truth hurts. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cheered me up that Mr Ng remembered me and smiled at me. Insignificant yet significant. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Mr Ng. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My certificate and the gift Mr Shafie gave me for a job well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Mr Shafie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PET Rocket well, &lt;strong&gt;rocked&lt;/strong&gt;. By the way, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I paired up with &lt;strong&gt;Wani&lt;/strong&gt;! Wani, you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/strong&gt;, you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; too; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's fun building rockets with you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From 2/7 to 3/6. We miss you a lot at 3/5 and 3/8, you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nisa, Nisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/nadiaandsammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Nadia's rocket named Sammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt; Nadia; she's creative and can draw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/launchingrocket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Launching the rocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soaked from the launch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; 29126.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world from an ant's eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cool sitting next to Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Chinese surrogate self and the cutest girl I've met in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmaine Theng&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad I sit next to Charmaine in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I have exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to write my GPA entry and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't even started on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I still have my 100-word autobiography to write to send with my entry. What am I going to write on? I have no inspiration in my head now. Even now, it's in pieces and not enough to fabricate even a paragraph, idea or storyline. &lt;strong&gt;This is Art but not Art.&lt;/strong&gt; You know how Art students say that they have to come up with and develop an idea for Art and actually doing it is hard, as in &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Writing's no different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Billie brought up &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; that food on his own; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's going to be a very fat, furry ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I think the lady who sold Billie and Beanie lied to my family; they fight. I think.&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/7814251517745760540-5494803624483388614?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5494803624483388614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5494803624483388614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5494803624483388614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5494803624483388614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/pet-rocket-space.html' title='pet rocket; space.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5713618893940869730</id><published>2009-05-17T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:55:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>billie bob and beanie bob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/billiebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billie Bob&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beanie Bob&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Billie coming out of the apple-scented bath sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Billie likes to explore, climb and sleep."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/beaniebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beanie running about in its green bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beanie likes to run and eat. It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; active."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At nenek's. Billie is sleeping and Beanie is eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beanie finally decides to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beanie loves his wheel too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the family, Billie Bob and Beanie Bob.&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/7814251517745760540-5713618893940869730?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5713618893940869730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5713618893940869730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5713618893940869730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5713618893940869730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/billie-bob-and-beanie-bob.html' title='billie bob and beanie bob.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-1667526872783997457</id><published>2009-05-15T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:10:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back; from school to e!hub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 15th May and I'm back!&lt;/span&gt; Happy, Amani? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am, like many of you, currently blogging on how MYE went. I am, unlike many of you, going to blog a short paragraph on how MYE went. Syafiqah told me that it's scary to sit next to me in an exam; I write a lot and I'm "&lt;em&gt;consistent"&lt;/em&gt;. I still don't know in what way I'm consistent. But I know that for this MYE, when I write a lot, I'm trying my luck and putting in anything I think is in context with the question. &lt;strong&gt;This doesn't apply all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm rambling and I think you're thinking that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, tonight I only want to blog on what happened today and today only. I'm &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pooped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had Combined Science from 8 to 9 in the morning. From that moment on, MYE went dead and gone. You might have thought we jumped for joy and yelled, "YAHOO!". But we didn't. We couldn't anyway; the Sec 2s still had exams going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My route with Nadia and Wani started from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THEN FINALLY TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E!HUB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wani left at TM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;McCafe @ DTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Too much foam, Nadia; you can't see the coffee!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ruin the fancy foam then; I know you want to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally at the Cathay at E!hub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We met Amani, Lina, the Aishahs and Surekka at E!hub and watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I would have rated the film a 5/5 but &lt;strong&gt;the sound system ruined the whole film&lt;/strong&gt;. We couldn't hear what that Cong-something confessed! I tell you, I'm going to borrow the book and watch the film one more time. Or more. Hence, I'm rating it a 4.5/5. I know that it's a good film and all but let me give you one good advice; this film isn't for the faint-hearted. Don't watch it if you can't take blood and violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember the sound system I mentioned a while back that ruined the whole film? A worker held us back at the end of the film to tell us that due to inconvenience, the movie's ticket can be used at any Cathay outlet for any movie for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Cool or what? And here I thought today would suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll end off my long entry with a traditional Maliah-Nadia picture. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-1667526872783997457?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1667526872783997457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=1667526872783997457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1667526872783997457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1667526872783997457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-from-school-to-ehub.html' title='i&apos;m back; from school to e!hub.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-3690407798408152097</id><published>2009-04-24T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:12:04.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until mye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="125" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYhYYHE-iVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYhYYHE-iVI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be back on 15th May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="125" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-3690407798408152097?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3690407798408152097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=3690407798408152097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3690407798408152097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3690407798408152097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/until-mye.html' title='until mye.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4564711530582727399</id><published>2009-04-24T16:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:28:16.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/span&gt; You can't believe what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a 5/15 for my recent EL test; a 33/100.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't recall a time when I failed a EL test, much less fail it horribly. &lt;strong&gt;I cried. &lt;/strong&gt;I didn't cry like a fountain but I did cry. The top in class had been a 10/15, a 66/100. We all did badly and it's still going to be counted in the CA. A whopping 20%. I can kiss my chance of being Top in EL goodbye. While we went through the script, I copied down and corrected diligently with my green pen but I threw a quiet tantrum too. I scratched my table with my green pen and now my green pen is running out of ink. &lt;strong&gt;Good job, Maliah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I could have put down a mood at that time, it'd be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I need an eye check-up.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, Nadia, for counting exactly how much I blinked.&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/7814251517745760540-4564711530582727399?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4564711530582727399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4564711530582727399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4564711530582727399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4564711530582727399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/update_24.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2297184178475632622</id><published>2009-04-18T22:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:24:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping at kinokuniya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally got to shop.&lt;/strong&gt; But with my dad at Kinokuniya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/moleskine-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOLESKINE CITY NOTEBOOK: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOKYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Kinokuniya, they dedicated a whole section to Moleskine. I couldn't be more happy. You may have known Nadia and I are in love with Moleskine. I know that Wani would know that. And no, I don't think that a notebook from Moleskine is like a notebook from any other brand. &lt;strong&gt;A Moleskine notebook is the key to unlock youh imagination.&lt;/strong&gt; That's the only way to put it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/mymoleskine/"&gt;www.moleskine.com/mymoleskine/&lt;/a&gt; to see what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's very X. &lt;/strong&gt;I bought my notebook in the end, but not from Moleskine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I bought my notebook from Iquelrius at $10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;UPDATE ON 19.04.09 AT 10.30PM&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to name my notebook, "Little &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Book", and I began filling it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2297184178475632622?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2297184178475632622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2297184178475632622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2297184178475632622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2297184178475632622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/shopping-at-kinokuniya.html' title='shopping at kinokuniya.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2894373727794748530</id><published>2009-04-17T20:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:28:01.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Flo, did you know that Dance got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for SYF?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wani, did you know that Dance got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for SYF?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nadia, did you know that Dance got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for SYF?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kai Hoe, did you know that Dance got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for SYF?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know what they told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I did know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe I'm that outdated.&lt;/strong&gt; But I'm happy; smiling like a monkey in fact. I've looked at Jamie from time to time and she would look too tired to even sit up straight. &lt;strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Venus&lt;/strong&gt;, the time and effort you've put in had finally paid off; I'm proud of you two! And you too, &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Rozila&lt;/strong&gt;. I bet you've been like a mom to the Dance group like you've been to 3/5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To keep me occupied on the Net recently, I've been reading &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s blog. Do you remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from 2005? If you don't, check &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s blog out. I know, I've been repeating "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Anyway, I found it both cool and strange that everything she owned are pink or had a hint of pink. It made me want to own everything pink too but then I thought that pink wouldn't be me at all. It wouldn't befit me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trying to dress up when I'm missing you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In bed I lay, with nothing but youh t-shirt on." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like that part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2894373727794748530?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2894373727794748530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2894373727794748530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2894373727794748530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2894373727794748530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/update_17.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-9139821824393604253</id><published>2009-04-16T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:23:05.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tech check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, on Tech Check with Maliah: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/lgviewty-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LG VIEWTY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/lgviewty-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia got an LG Viewty on Monday! &lt;/strong&gt;An LG Viewty that she named Vincent Viewty. I'll repeat what I commented to Nadia on the LG Viewty: It didn't look that cool on the Net. And that's a fact. The Net failed to show me a picture of a cool black LG Viewty with that hint of blue shine. By the way, the LG Viewty is a touch phone like the iPhone. I made Nadia take a pick; The LG Viewty or the iPhone. To quote Nadia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The iPhone, duh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/vaiop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;VAIO P&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a VAIO P in Black.&lt;/strong&gt; It isn't evident in the picture but the VAIO P can fit in a handbag or even a pocket! A big pocket though I think. I'll show you a picture to show you of how big it is; it isn't as big as the normal pocket laptops:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/vaiop-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's very X.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, my right-click isn't working. Thank god I'm on the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-9139821824393604253?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/9139821824393604253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=9139821824393604253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9139821824393604253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/9139821824393604253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/tech-check.html' title='tech check.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-841583108456377769</id><published>2009-04-13T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:37:04.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While everybody in 3/5's learning more of the moment of force, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm the only one confined at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quarantined" is a bit too dramatic. I only have a temperature and a cold. How could Syafiqah live through one whole term on MC? I can't even live through one day on MC! I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to go to school. I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to know what's going on in the world. Namely, &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eat. Eat medicine. Sleep. Log on to the comp. That had been my routine the whole weekend. That routine left me with no time to do my homework. To catch up on work, I've been diligently working the whole morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;EL Compre&lt;/s&gt; (Do all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ML Dialogue&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ML Weekend Homework&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Arithmetic Homework (EX 5.1 and 5.2)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;PHY Weekend Homework&lt;/s&gt; (Textbook: Page 98-99, Do all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;CHEM (Bonding)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did all that.&lt;/strong&gt; Boy, am I happy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I'm off to study SS. Thoroughly and diligently. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-841583108456377769?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/841583108456377769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=841583108456377769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/841583108456377769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/841583108456377769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2552736045612420795</id><published>2009-04-10T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:34:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me introduce the rocking MC team of Speech Day 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/IMG_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I mentioned that I'd be doing my part with my Adik, &lt;strong&gt;Hidayat&lt;/strong&gt;, but Dr Ong didn't want a Malay-Malay couple. Although I didn't get to do the introduction, GCE 'N' and 'O' Level and ending with him, he still lent me a helping hand when I needed it. He still ate with me and kept me company when I needed it. He did all that even when he's dead beat from Drama. Thank you for everything, Adik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To tell you the truth, &lt;strong&gt;Raj&lt;/strong&gt;, you didn't help me when I did my GCE 'O' Level part. In fact, I felt like telling you to shut up and tap. I don't hate you though for what you did; I knew you wanted to help me. Thank you for that! And don't worry; you'll be one hell of a traditional dad and the children will love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; In reality, I'm not that short. Nadia tip-toed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I see &lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt; practically everyday of my life and I don't get sick of her at all. Thank you for helping me with everything from being an MC to being my BFF! &lt;strong&gt;Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;, we might not be both Sec 3 but I hope I get to see more of you! That wouldn't be a problem with Ryan being in my class. Thank you for making practice a whole lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't get to take a picture with you, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Junainah&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm thankful that you're on the team! To tell you the truth, you give me a fright when you're mad. I mess up when I try too hard and when I panic but you didn't fail to give me a pat on the back to tell me that everything will be fine and that I can do it. I'm sorry if I made you mad at any point of time and thank you for everything you've done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darryl Lim&lt;/strong&gt;, I know you read my blog! You may not have made it on the team and I know how much you wanted to be on the team but don't worry, the world won't end. There's more than Speech Day to MC for. Keep on rocking, Mr Chairman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2552736045612420795?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2552736045612420795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2552736045612420795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2552736045612420795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2552736045612420795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/mc-team.html' title='MC team.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-3096865336113751363</id><published>2009-04-10T09:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:05:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To tell you the truth, I don't know what to begin with. How Nadia and I died of boredom in the morning? How Hidayat and gang declared me a dumb-dumb? Or how terrible I did on stage? I think I'll start with how Nadia and I died of boredom in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept forgetting that PRCS is the only school that had no school. It slipped my mind that I would be at home with only my maid. I met Nadia at McDonald's and we, actually only I, bought lunch there and brought it back home. I think I'm going to lay off McDonald's for a month; eat healthy, Maliah. Anyway, we ended up watching one YouTube video and then a whole channel of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MKz0gkcgAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2MKz0gkcgAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's not romantic at all but &lt;strong&gt;downright funny&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It rained. Heavily. Not only me, but many wanted the parade to go on. After all the effort they put in for it, they can't cancel the parade. It's not ethical. It rained, not too heavily, but the parade, thank god, went on. Inevitably, the hall performance began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did a terrible job on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I repeated the name "Tan Raelin Meridyn". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I introduced piano piece, the curtain caught behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the curtain caught behind me, I panicked and didn't talk slowly at all. I needed to talk slowly to buy time for the piano to be moved out. But I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I introduced Farreha for her speech, I introduced her as the "Top GCE 'O' Level &lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt; student".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I ended the evening, I thought the mic didn't work but I babbled on anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew I couldn't say my part without messing up and I ended up looking down at my card everytime; what Dr Ong specifically told me not to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hidayat came to stand next to me at the end to support me; My Adik can read me like a book. When we went down, the school didn't look like a school at all. Breathtakingly beautiful, that's the only way to name it. Speaking of beautiful, boy did Vanessa and Charmaine look pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I couldn't take any picture; &lt;strong&gt;my cam is not functioning anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. The pity. I shared the Nadia's cam and I will update with it when I can. I'm concentrating on my MYE now. I need to get the top 10% in 3/5! Maybe even in the level. But for now, Nadia! When are you going to come online?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got a huge, painful lump in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm aching from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-3096865336113751363?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/3096865336113751363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=3096865336113751363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3096865336113751363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/3096865336113751363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day_10.html' title='speech day.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8014190556351384515</id><published>2009-04-09T09:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:57:12.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGjOiXB5n4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGjOiXB5n4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8014190556351384515?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8014190556351384515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8014190556351384515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8014190556351384515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8014190556351384515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day.html' title='speech day.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-4591781079190979886</id><published>2009-03-31T20:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:12:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>If I could, I would want a voice to tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Allah tidak akan memberi cabaran pada hamba-Nya yang tidak sanggup menerima cabaran. Jadi, apa yang kauhadapi sekarang adalah antara cabaran dan dugaan hidupmu yang telah pun dicatatkan di lohmahfuz. Hadapilah ia dengan ketabahan dan kecekalan agar hidupmu cemerlang dan gemilang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;good luck in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't been updating my blog frequently. Anybody in Sec 3, 4 or 5 would know; there isn't the time to blog frequently. What with Speech Day and MYE coming soon. I don't know what to blog about. Maybe the only thing I do want to blog about is an incident that happened on Saturday when I went out with Nadia, Wani, Syahiran and Azhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syahiran is sniffling. Syahiran is sick. Unfortunately, none of us had a packet of tissue and Syahiran went sniffling and sniffling. While walking down the corridor, we passed by an uncle holding out a bag of packets of tissue. He spoke. Quickly and in a deep voice. I only managed to catch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... $2 untuk makan." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;$2 to eat. And then I remembered what Ms Chua taught us in SS. Not everybody can be supported financially and if they aren't, they have to do what they have to do to get the money. With $2, you can buy a meal to keep you full for the night. Maybe even the morning. I gave the uncle a $2 note with a smile and he repeatedly thanked me. He gave me more than one packet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it strangely coincidental how I can apply what I learn in school in everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-4591781079190979886?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/4591781079190979886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=4591781079190979886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4591781079190979886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/4591781079190979886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8664877108233565375</id><published>2009-03-27T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:07:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeZeJyewEcY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeZeJyewEcY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can save a life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by turning off a light tomorrow from 8.30PM to 9.30PM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8664877108233565375?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8664877108233565375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8664877108233565375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8664877108233565375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8664877108233565375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-489305734377576567</id><published>2009-03-22T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:17:33.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ainul's birthday celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/Peekture010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 20 March:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you didn't know, I stayed at the chalet next to DTE. Not my chalet though, it's my auntie's and uncle's and don't forget, Ainul's! They booked a chalet to celebrate Ainul's birthday. Technically, Ainul turned 1 on 14 March but all the chalets were booked then and the celebration had to be on a weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt; I had to spend the night there because my brothers wanted to and my mom said I had to take care of them. I didn't want to spend the night there though; I knew I had nothing to do if I stayed there. In the end, I didn't really regret it. I got to eat junk food and play with Ainul. And I got to help Uncle Fahmy with the celebration due the next day and he helped me with my entry for the GPA competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 21 March:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've done more productive work then I expected I'd do. Although, one very unlucky thing happened. &lt;strong&gt;The battery of my cam died.&lt;/strong&gt; As in died and I can't charge it anymore. Oh my god, I snapped Ainul and the balloons and Uncle Fahmy blowing the balloons! And I needed it for the real celebration at night. In the end, I used the cam in my phone. But thankfully, they weren't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had fun. He had fun. She had fun. They had fun. &lt;strong&gt;We had fun.&lt;/strong&gt; But we were dead beat at the end of it and the people who helped fry the satay, including me, smelled of smoke.&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/7814251517745760540-489305734377576567?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/489305734377576567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=489305734377576567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/489305734377576567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/489305734377576567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/ainuls-birthday-celebration.html' title='ainul&apos;s birthday celebration.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7343118295518964065</id><published>2009-03-19T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:33:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic with the ex 2/7 gang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My assistant in "bartending", &lt;strong&gt;Zurhairi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You didn't pronounce 'UNO' right!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syahiran:&lt;/strong&gt; That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haziq:&lt;/b&gt; That's left!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; my Hippo bandage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gang, I loved today. Did you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7343118295518964065?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7343118295518964065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7343118295518964065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7343118295518964065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7343118295518964065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/picnic-with-ex-27-gang.html' title='picnic with the ex 2/7 gang.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6369354084301893662</id><published>2009-03-17T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:23:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sh@pe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Kak Nga, Nadia's on the line!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping. I can't move; my body felt like it melted into the bed. I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kak Nga, Nadia says that you have CCA at 8!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I turned my head to the right and read the time on the radio. 7.30AM. I let my head fall to the pillow and stayed there. A moment passed and I got up to get ready for CCA. The whole time I was getting ready, the only word that went through my mind was: &lt;strong&gt;Suckass&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2502.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't say I woke up late. &lt;strong&gt;I didn't even know we had CCA today. &lt;/strong&gt;Half-way through CCA, I received an sms from Amani saying that we have Arithmetic class from 11 to 12. Usually I'd be happy to have Arithmetic class but I felt totally at a loss; I didn't even know my schedule for the day.&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/7814251517745760540-6369354084301893662?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6369354084301893662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6369354084301893662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6369354084301893662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6369354084301893662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/shpe.html' title='sh@pe.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8550780802347113022</id><published>2009-03-14T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:52:21.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you seek amy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-tJiXTLZJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-tJiXTLZJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you seek Amy = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(If)-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(you)-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(see)-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(k A)-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(my)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8550780802347113022?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8550780802347113022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8550780802347113022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8550780802347113022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8550780802347113022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='if you seek amy.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2447958091728355392</id><published>2009-03-14T08:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:54:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ca1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sbr4aF6VPJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FoQrLGFDQ8c/s1600-h/ca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312831837584047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sbr4aF6VPJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FoQrLGFDQ8c/s320/ca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sbr1ovERhhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oWd639DoY48/s1600-h/ca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm happy with my CA1. If not happy, content. Although I would really have liked to get an A1 for Literature and top the level. And my English is a disappointment, really. A 81.7 is a long way from my 68.6. I showed my mom and dad my report book and requested for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/lgks360-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;LG KS360&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today at Lucky Plaza, I pointed out an LG KS360 to my mom and dad. Without a contract, it sold for $275. They said, "We'll scout for a better deal". And that would mean &lt;strong&gt;I might be getting it&lt;/strong&gt;. Before I go on and on about it, I should shut up about anything related to my academic achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/writingcompetition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uncle Fahmy suggested I join the GPA 2009. Namely, a national writing competition. To tell you the truth, I'd love to join one. I'd like to know where I stand on a national level. At the same time, I don't want to know where I stand on a national level. My auntie then pointed out that that's the whole point of joining a competition; to compete for the winning title. What's more, look at what I boxed in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to join the GPA 2009, man. Click &lt;a href="http://www.singaporewritersfestival.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to be filthy rich too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2447958091728355392?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2447958091728355392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2447958091728355392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2447958091728355392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2447958091728355392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/ca1.html' title='ca1.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/Sbr4aF6VPJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FoQrLGFDQ8c/s72-c/ca1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-2949541331849556919</id><published>2009-03-13T22:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:26:39.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of term 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MELISSA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Sec 1, we made a vow that did not need to be mentioned at all. And that mutual vow was to live up to the title of, "&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;est&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;riends&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orever". We're now in Sec 3 and we may not seem like BFFs at all but I still love you and appreciate what you do for me. I didn't manage to thank you for what you did for me on Wednesday. Although my mind will think of a song to sing out or an extract from a story to recite what I feel but I'm not good at converting a thought to an action. In a nutshell, what I really want to say is: &lt;strong&gt;I love you, Mel; you rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheering Competition did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; rock. I preferred the Cheering Competition 2008. When a class walked into the hall, they could actually &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the energy everybody emitted. We tried doing that again in 2009 and we were told to &lt;em&gt;contain&lt;/em&gt; it. I don't think I need to say more, I'm sure everybody felt that difference too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, 3/5 did everything but the class T in Week 9 and 10. &lt;strong&gt;But we won. &lt;/strong&gt;When Vanessa and Hidayat announced that 3/5 won Top in Sec 3, nobody in 3/5 stood and cheered. Only Amani did. It's not that we didn't want to stand and cheer but we were totally &lt;em&gt;stunned&lt;/em&gt;. We exchanged a, "We won?", and a, "Why not 3/6?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I still think 3/6 should have won but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well done,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My rocking class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With my rocking Chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Where's my rocking Vice-Chairwoman?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the rocking people sitting&lt;br /&gt;next to me, in front of me and behind me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; F&amp;amp;N!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still think you're fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT ON 14TH MARCH AT 7.15AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After getting feedback from people who &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; from 3/5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I guess we really were that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2949541331849556919?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2949541331849556919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2949541331849556919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2949541331849556919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2949541331849556919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-term-1.html' title='the end of term 1.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2485518216700165033</id><published>2009-03-07T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:17:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/street.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I'm with him, I'm thinking of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had lunch at DTE's BK and we spotted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#da0011;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Note that both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#da0011;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are people we do not know at all and I don't want to be that bad to give them a name. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#da0011;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walked into BK with not a T, but a bikini top. They walked in once. And walked out. They walked in again. And walked out. I looked at them and thought: "Is this a runway or what?". They walked in again, each carrying a tray of food from McDonald's and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exclaimed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People look at me like I'm a fucking specimen! &lt;strong&gt;Fuck!&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not lying. I did not change a word she said. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really said that. But like &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;, people look at you like you're a "fucking specimen"; you treat a fast food outlet like a runway to parade on in a bikini top! She's a mat saleh but not a blonde. Suddenly, what Pamela Anderson said is true:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It's great being &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;; with such low expectations, it's easy to impress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2485518216700165033?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2485518216700165033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2485518216700165033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2485518216700165033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2485518216700165033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-thinking-of-you.html' title='i&apos;m thinking of you.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8605728178202783988</id><published>2009-03-06T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:11:55.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiCKO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BJyyyRYbSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BJyyyRYbSk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Directed by &lt;strong&gt;Michael Moore&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt; during SS today and all I have to say is that it made me stop and think. What do I know about healthcare in the world? And more importantly, duty is put into question. When I read through &lt;em&gt;WLIIA?&lt;/em&gt;, I would note down the word, "duty", on a page or two. "Duty" can mean a different thing when put differently. Duty in &lt;em&gt;WLIIA?&lt;/em&gt; is a question of the staff member's ability to think as a man or as a member of the staff. Duty in &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt; is the question of what the staff member is working for; the money or to help one in need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's not denying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; it's denying &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;payment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That statement hit home. I'm sure when I watched &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt;, I wasn't the only one appalled by the American's way of managing healthcare. How can they be that inhumane to deny someone healthcare when they clearly need it? They denied them all in the name of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We haven't finished watching &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt; yet but in the meantime I have this to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ironically, I find I love SS &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; watch &lt;em&gt;SiCKO&lt;/em&gt;; rent it at Video Ezy or something.&lt;/strong&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/7814251517745760540-8605728178202783988?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8605728178202783988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8605728178202783988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8605728178202783988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8605728178202783988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/03/sicko.html' title='SiCKO.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-8937534358701127347</id><published>2009-02-23T17:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:16:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry for not updating often. It may not be in my place to say this but: &lt;strong&gt;Sec 3 is stressful like hell.&lt;/strong&gt; Why is it not in my place to say this? I'm only in 3/5; if I'm stressed, people from 3/9 are probably gripping for a lifeline. But it's true, I'm stressed. Don't you feel like making everything stop piling up in front of you? I feel like it. I mean, one by one something would pop up and add on to that To-do list. Shout with me, people: "STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Goodbye, my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; balloon."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand firm in my belief that 3/5 is a rocking class. If you ask me though, "Is 3/5 ready for the Cheering Competition", I'll reply truthfully and say no. Not. At. All. It's not that we haven't tried doing something about it but it's been "In-the-process" until now. But other than that, 3/5 is still rocking on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, hey, hey, it's Thinking Day!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, we marched in for the school's Thinking Day. You know the timing? The "left, left, left, right, left" when we marched? I shouted that. I felt paiseh when I went back to class. Everybody somewhat knew I timed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To tell you the truth, I still don't feel like updating everything in detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime I'm with the 29126, I miss 2008. When I look at Wani, I'm reminded of that MYE period in 2008 when we went to the place and went heart-to-heart and hung out. It might not be evident, especially when I spend a lot of my time with Aizat, but it's true. &lt;strong&gt;I miss you, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Until a better day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maliah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-8937534358701127347?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/8937534358701127347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=8937534358701127347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8937534358701127347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/8937534358701127347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='school.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-7393540855941945799</id><published>2009-02-14T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:16:13.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGFKDn4uVEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGFKDn4uVEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love doesn't speak only one language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7393540855941945799?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7393540855941945799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7393540855941945799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7393540855941945799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7393540855941945799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2492979499593826949</id><published>2009-02-12T21:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:53:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day/friendship day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is mainly why I find Amani cute:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;After making a comment she would end it with a, "heh heh".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Amani, a "zsxz" is like a full stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And technically, my mom baked it and I packed it on my own. I know you know that we know that they know; we all know. Anyway, I will talk about the topic with the title of Nadia's old book: the trouble with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, what I am about to say is in no way affiliated to Valentine's Day but if you want to know, I'm not going to celebrate Valentine's Day. This is when you people say with all the shock and condemn of the world: "Why not celebrate it with Aizat? &lt;strong&gt;You have a guruanteed Valentine.&lt;/strong&gt;" Good point but Valentine's Day is not encouraged to be celebrated by people of my kind. If you know what I mean. I don't mind celebrating it as Friendship Day though; that's what Kakak's doing. "What do you want on Valentine's Day?" I just don't want too many people talking about it; it can be irritating, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm getting really off topic here. What I actually really wanted to mention from the start: "Don't you and Aizat have a couple song?" Normally I'd be reluctant to talk about my relationship openly on the Net but Nadia made me think. No, we don't have a couple song but if we had one, I think it'd be &lt;em&gt;Love Story&lt;/em&gt; by Taylor Swift. A couple song, to me, is a lyrical summary of a relationship. &lt;em&gt;Love Story&lt;/em&gt;, a lyrical summary of this relationship that I hold on tightly to, that I don't intend to let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VALEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TINE'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SHIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2492979499593826949?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2492979499593826949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2492979499593826949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2492979499593826949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2492979499593826949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-dayfriendship-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day/friendship day.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2651509705931972326</id><published>2009-02-11T21:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:17:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/5'09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"3/5, 3/5, 3/5'09!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, 3/5, 3/5: &lt;strong&gt;I love you, baby!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love my seat in class. I love the people sitting in front, next to and behind me. I love the people who aren't sitting in front, next to and behind me. Did I mention? &lt;strong&gt;I love 3/5. &lt;/strong&gt;You know who they say "once is enough"? To me, saying, "I love 3/5", once isn't enough at all. Don't worry; I still love 2/7'08 and I still miss them like I miss my baby fat. Which, if you want to know, is a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2651509705931972326?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2651509705931972326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2651509705931972326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2651509705931972326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2651509705931972326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/school.html' title='3/5&apos;09.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-6197204705926551527</id><published>2009-02-08T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:05:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for amani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Amani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cute classmate and buddy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the best Vice-Chairman a class can have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300307214609854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SY55VFdCsgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yu4kGXTAtzA/s320/P1220129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-6197204705926551527?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/6197204705926551527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=6197204705926551527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6197204705926551527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/6197204705926551527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-amani.html' title='for amani.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_DRF5-Mpx5tg/SY55VFdCsgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yu4kGXTAtzA/s72-c/P1220129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814251517745760540.post-1749023907237316963</id><published>2009-02-04T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:19:02.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i'm thinking of you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxfxDycUVnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxfxDycUVnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried at 03:00+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I'm sorry, Aizat and 29126. &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/7814251517745760540-1749023907237316963?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/1749023907237316963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=1749023907237316963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1749023907237316963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/1749023907237316963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-thinking-of-you.html' title='&quot;i&apos;m thinking of you.&quot;'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-5245690780499552943</id><published>2009-02-02T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:12:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know I can blog about school and all but right now, my mind's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-5245690780499552943?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/5245690780499552943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=5245690780499552943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5245690780499552943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/5245690780499552943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank.html' title='blank.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-7643148261515771742</id><published>2009-01-31T14:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:18:32.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, nadia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/happybirthdaynadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NADIA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Legally 15 tomorrow on 01.02.09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry the cake and all didn't go the way you wanted it to; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't let it get to you and be happy! You can only be 15 that one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-7643148261515771742?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/7643148261515771742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=7643148261515771742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7643148261515771742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/7643148261515771742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-nadia.html' title='happy birthday, nadia!'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-978610448099197218</id><published>2009-01-26T12:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:57:49.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy cny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/kakak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy CNY!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt; is adapted into a film due in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh my god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/alec-tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As hyped as I am to watch the film adaptation, I strongly object to &lt;strong&gt;Alec Baldwin&lt;/strong&gt; playing Campbell Alexander. I want a &lt;strong&gt;young Tom Hanks&lt;/strong&gt; to be Campbell Alexander. I don't know why but everytime I read a book with a good-looking, professional, witty man I think of Tom Hanks. I blame it on him acting in &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;. Campbell's bond with his dog, Judge is very much like Joe's bond with his dog Brinkley in &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;. Don't get me started on the way they talk. I think his constant arguing with Meg Ryan did the job. It's a lot like how Campbell and Julia fight in &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt;. Like a couple. And that's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/joan-meg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I strongly object to &lt;strong&gt;Joan Cusack&lt;/strong&gt; playing Julia Romano too. I want a &lt;strong&gt;young Meg Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; to be Julia Romano. &lt;strong&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;/strong&gt; Is Joan Cusack related to John Cusack? And Julia Romano. Christy Carlson Romano. Romano. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Back on track:&lt;/strong&gt; Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks play a much better couple as proven in &lt;em&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;. But more to &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt;. And Julia used to be Miss Independant of her school and dyed her hair &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Meg Ryan showed she can be by voicing the independant Anya in &lt;em&gt;Anastasia&lt;/em&gt;. And seriously, Joan Cusack doesn't look like a chick Jesse Fitzgerald would hit on. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/tom-meg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/em&gt; and read &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Join me on Team Tom-Meg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-978610448099197218?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/978610448099197218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=978610448099197218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/978610448099197218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/978610448099197218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='happy cny.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7814251517745760540.post-2936813250422263895</id><published>2009-01-23T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:42:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sec 3 camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/onthebus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/scenery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/lookingeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lone one standing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/atthepool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/P1220116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/withamaniandmel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/nadandamani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We ain't lonely!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/tentb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/29126-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/withnad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2169.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/DSCF2205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"G'day mate! Will you have a drink with us?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/gorzilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gorzilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/35-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and 3/5'09. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr162/MALIANTIS/nadandnisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia Bte Abdul Nasir&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Khairunisaa Bte Othman&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cute people who used my cam more than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814251517745760540-2936813250422263895?l=malsqueraid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/feeds/2936813250422263895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7814251517745760540&amp;postID=2936813250422263895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2936813250422263895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814251517745760540/posts/default/2936813250422263895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsqueraid.blogspot.com/2009/01/sec-3-camp.html' title='sec 3 camp.'/><author><name>MLH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02668615571640630107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
