<?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-821013800633850200</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:46:10.904-07:00</updated><category term='Saya Anak DERHAKA'/><category term='U are still taller than me'/><category term='15 more days to O level Malay'/><category term='i wanna go kampung but i wanna play bowling in Spore. HOW???'/><title type='text'>torpe lindo yo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-5158462521791340473</id><published>2008-11-04T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:35:26.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate dark choc!</title><content type='html'>Shared dark choc with Ad! Yum2! I want it again.&lt;br /&gt;Chiong-ing Malay !&lt;br /&gt;Break a leg HMT ppls !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-5158462521791340473?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5158462521791340473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=5158462521791340473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5158462521791340473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5158462521791340473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/11/ate-dark-choc.html' title='Ate dark choc!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-3157027364856069886</id><published>2008-10-20T23:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:53:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!YAY!YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-3157027364856069886?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3157027364856069886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=3157027364856069886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/3157027364856069886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/3157027364856069886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/10/yayyayyay_20.html' title='YAY!YAY!YAY!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-4583487427776659548</id><published>2008-10-20T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:02:34.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15 more days to O level Malay'/><title type='text'>YAY!YAY!YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello Bloggie! i'm back after so long missing from ... &lt;em&gt;nowhere..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK. Firstly, life was terrible for not being able to use the comp for about 2 months? Yeah. Thats right. Boring. BORING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I think thats the perfect reason why i cant score well for my EOY results. HAHA. That doesnt sound like a valid reason but i believe its true. XD&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;AHHHH! STRESS NYE!!Thats so random. It means " AHHHH! SO STRESS!!" hahaha.&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;A special thanks to My Beloved Best Of The Best Friends Since Secondary One; Nur Shahirah Binte Nassir and Fatin Nazurah Binte Md Yusof and not to forget Afza Fahmidah Binte Amir. the 'makcik' and Nur Syahira Binte SAF for being there with me and spend time together playing badminton and basketball. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had this tough so-called badminton match outside school between me and syahira with fatin and shahirah. Loser must treat 50% for the winner. My team lost of course. Fatin and Shahirah were so strong and good at playing badminton unlike me and Syahira! HUHU! (its because of the wind actually.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nvm. Congrats to you two. And Syahira and I shall practise harder before we go for the next round of match. &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;Not to forget, Afza was very funny and cute when she plays badminton. The rest of us was laughing our ass out! ahah! OK. The basketball part was tiring. Really. I sweat alot. Yay! I burned calories! HAHAH!&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;Fatin! We successfully burned idontknowhowmuch calories! hahaha. I want to play badminton and go for a run with them again. SHIOK!SHIOK!&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;Ohyeah. Just now while i was playing basketball i had a flashback of J. The guy i mentioned in my previous post. Well, i still dont know why i was still thinking abt him. Everytime HW says his name out loud to me , i would naturally....blush??... OMG. This feeling is reallly really irritating. I hate dwelling on the past but i just did it. @#$%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKOK. SSSSHHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really really scared for the parent-teacher meeting this Thursday. I dont know if i could be promoted or even advanced to sec 4. I'm panic! Mr Ramthan kept giving me advice and motivation to me. Well, thanks Mr Ramthan! It feels weird being advised and having a teacher who really concerned abt u but you yourself are feeling hopeless? Thats how i feel. Ohno. I want to cry!  @#$%&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;OK. I SHALL NOT BLOG ABT SCHOOL STUFF RIGHT NOW. ITS..ITS...HAIYO. ITS..too hardbreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouh yeah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post Exam Activity! I hate talking abt sch stuff but the post exam activity is so...Nuisance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My class went to NEWater Visiting centre. Merepek kan? oh my.. I dont know how to elaborate. But really, the last time i went there was when i was in pri 5 or 6. Post exam activity too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow my class will be going to Admiralty Park and i heard comments from my friends that it is super freaking boring. Just 25 minutes walk around the park and then 'smuggled in' Republic Poly to wander around there. HAHA. YT PENYIBUK!&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;okok. I need to log out of this comp. Its not mine. Its Yishun Town's one. So..yeah. I really hope my comp is back to normal. It was infected due to virus or smth and had rebooted two times but still useless. Cant even switch on and music suddenly played by itself before the comp even started. Freaking scary. hhaha.&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;So....bye bloggie. Idont know when i can update again :(&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;P.S: I want to spend time with my girlfriends again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: I must get ready for O level Malay! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-4583487427776659548?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4583487427776659548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=4583487427776659548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/4583487427776659548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/4583487427776659548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/10/yayyayyay.html' title='YAY!YAY!YAY!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-7645326643567765678</id><published>2008-08-29T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:14:28.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U are still taller than me'/><title type='text'>I'm Missing You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!HELLO!HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAHH! I'M BACK TO BLOGGING.FINALLY. After all the persuations from my friends who keep telling me to update every single day. Sorry!Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT???!!!&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;OHmy! OH my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met my long lost friend just now! APPROXIMATELY AT 2PM! Waaaa! SCARY&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh!i hate this feeling when i blushed ALONE every single time i think of him! DOPE! SSSSS! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHKAY. First thing first. Should i tell who he is??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erk. i'll just used J as his name :)&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;&lt;strong&gt;PROLOGUE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J is a friend of mine when we were in primary 5. He sat next to me in class during that year. J was one of the popular guys in school. He is handsome and can crack jokes really well. Many girls drooled over him, but the rumour was that he did not have a steady girlfriend. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would spent most of the time talking, playing and not playing attention in class during lessons. He would always make me laugh until i almost cried! Not to forget, sometimes he would irritate me till i wouldn't want to talk to him. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The year was so memoriable that i felt happy whenever i was with him. He would teach me math and sci because i was weak in those two subjects.[&lt;em&gt; He was a clever boy yet he is a lazy bug&lt;/em&gt; =.=' ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through out the year, we went through the thick and thin together. [ &lt;em&gt;As if. haha!&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE THINGS THAT HE DID WHICH I COULD STILL REMEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Vandalised my sch bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Taught me a Chinese love song and sing it to me everyday like a tape recorder which automatically sing for me. ahaha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Wrote to me the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lyrics of the song in &lt;em&gt;han yu pin yin on a piece of paper and sticked it on my pencil case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Laugh loudly at me when my hair rubberband just SNAPPED in the middle of the lesson and coincidentally was my turn to write on the board. So i had to hold my hair. Luckily my teacher was a lady and she gave me a spare hair rubberband. He made me feel damn &lt;em&gt;paisey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. He likes to borrow my stationeries. Especially green pen and red pen. grr. We had to take turns to use the pen when going through hwk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I dared him that if he insist to make alot of noise, i would slap his face and i actually did that in the middle of lesson. Everyone turned around and stared at us. Including the teacher? i'm not sure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. He slapped me back! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. He had a lot of CUTE chops in his pencil case and i asked him if i can take one. At first he didnt allow me to take. But he gave me one in the end. YAY![&lt;em&gt;It says " TRY YOUR BEST!" with a cow. haha. damn cute&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. He is super lazy like i said before. So i said," You want to be a bad boy is it? Dont want to do hwk. I tell teacher then u know." And he said," I want to be a good boy! i PROMISE!remind me if i am a bad boy! " and i said, " OK.Promise me u will be a good boy with ur results." "Okay.", he said and smiled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. He gave me a green pen! Wooohooo! i had lost my pen or smth like that and he was so kind that he eventually gave me his green pen. &lt;em&gt;THANKS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. He called me "pig" "sell" "duck" because of my name SUMAIYAH. &lt;em&gt;STUPID! GRR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woahh! so many! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. He would compete to me with our heights. He was 163 cm that time while i was 153cm. he would brag abt his height. "haha! u shorter than me!" Damn it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. It was during a lesson where we had to do some colourings. Aini brought her faber castell colour pencils that was in a long red circular container. And we shared them together. If i could remember, he didnt know what colour to choose or smth like that and shake shake shake that container, dance around while singing a super funny song before picking a colour and made me laugh till i almost cried! hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Many2 more funny and cute stuffs that i cant remember.&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After almost a whole year sitting next to him, it was soon the end of the year. We got back our end of year results and both of us scored with flying colours![&lt;em&gt;But he was better than me. =.=&lt;/em&gt;] Anw, thanks to him for making me score well! haha! Thank you J! On the last day of sch, we didnt talk that much like we used to. He seemed quiet and unusual. So i just ignored him. During the two months school holiday, i kept thinking of &lt;em&gt;him.&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;strong&gt;ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL IN YEAR 2005, PRIMARY 6.&lt;/strong&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;Yay! It was the first day of school! i can get to see J! &lt;/em&gt;That was my first thought before i went to sch on the first day. I was so eager to see him. I didn't know why. However, when i reached sch and get settled down on my seat with the rest of my classmates, i did'nt realise that J was not there. After a while, i felt that smth is wrong. &lt;em&gt;Where's J?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt something fishy instantly after realising that its alr assembly time and he wasn't there with our class . &lt;em&gt;It is the first day of sch. Why didn't he come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first few days went passed and he constantly didn't come to sch. So i felt worried for him&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; My first thought was &lt;em&gt;is he sick? does he has an illness that he couldnt even come to sch on the whole first week of sch?&lt;/em&gt;All sorts of reasons ran through my mind. However, i had nothing to prove that i was right. I came to ask my classmates and they didn't know. So i just kept this little feeling of worried all by myself. Second week when passed, the third week.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I become more and more worried. I couldn't even sleep at night. &lt;em&gt;Shit! why am i feeling so strange? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another mundane day but this time was different. why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs Leong," Class, i have smth to tell u. Our dearest classmate J as u know, has not been coming to sch because....he has transferred to another sch. However i'm not sure which sch he went."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazingly, i cried. For the second time i cried on a guy. I was damn fucking stunned! my heart was beatting faster every single time i think of him. Gaaahh! &lt;/em&gt;ENOUGH SAID. I dont wanna explain much on this part. &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;strong&gt;NEXT CHAPTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear i didn't know what sch he went. Somehow, in the middle part of the year, i got to know from my classmates that keep in contact with him that he went to Pioneer Pri . Haiyo. i felt very &lt;em&gt;EMO. haha!&lt;/em&gt; Through the year in Pri 6, i kind of slack and not focussing. I was not motivated. However, i still remember the promise that J had made. He will be a good boy. I wonder how he is doing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TICK,TOCK,TICK,TOCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PSLE was just ard the corner. I had not prepared. Shit! I remember that I only started revising drastically a few months before the exam. However, i managed to relatively score an average result. Not too bad or good. Just 226 for my aggregate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's J?&lt;/em&gt; I suddenly questioned myself. On the day that i came to my pri sch to take my report book, i overheard my classmates say," &lt;em&gt;Eh, J got 260 for PSLE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! I was proud! Yay! He really proved me that he is a &lt;em&gt;good boy!&lt;/em&gt; WELL DONE J!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, i couldnt congratulate him. He was like a missing guy! haha! I couldnt see him. Only received news from my ex pri classmates that i was still keepng in touch with him.&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;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT CHAPTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondary One......, Secondary Two.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No news of him. So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HERE COMES.Secondary Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, i suddenly remembered abt him a few weeks ago. I was watching Olympics in the mid night. It was on male Gymnastic games. I wasnt really watching the tv . Just sitting in front of the tv and listen to the commentator while i was doing my last minute POA revision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah..listen,listen,listen, take a quick glance, revise. Until i finished my revision and i packed my books .Finally I managed to sit in front of the tv and watch the show peacfully. It was the prize giving part. YAY! i wonder who was the winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who was the winner? I dont know. But what i know, he reminds me of J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was when i started thinking of him again after the two years break of forgetting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAIYO!NOT AGAIN!I HATE FLASHING BACK MEMORIES. GRR.&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;strong&gt;NEXT CHAPTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY IS TEACHER'S DAY! HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met J at POPULAR bkshop at Causeway Point. It was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was emoing. Then i went to the books corner to check out some new books.ALONE.i said again. I WAS ALONE. Pathetic huh? but that was the only way to destress. Being alone helps me sometime. Try it one day. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeahh..i was alone. I picked some stuffs like colour pencils,eraser and pencils to purchase. Oh yea! i forgot to buy sharpener. Shit. nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i sat in front of a rack of cool books! it entertained me. At least. I read some of the summaries. I was tempted to buy the books and scrutinised all the books in detail. As if i could buy them. I called Hasanah and asked her abt the book that she is currently reading. Then asked her whether i should buy or not. Then she said " U try reading my book first. If u like it then u purchase another book."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stood up after realising that ppl were watching me because i was the only one sitting down. Erk..Don't mind me ppl.:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeahh..i stood up and walk a little here and there. Bought the things that i have picked up earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made myself a new POPULAR card and the cashier asked me to wait for ard 5-10 minutes to wait for the card as they were making me one. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i waited. That was went i met J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know exactly how HW and J was there too. I didnt realise until i was standing facing one of the shelf, flipping a book to read and when I turned ard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HW WAS STANDING BEHIND ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i startled a little and' &lt;em&gt;melatah. HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HW was talking on the phone and he ignored me. I approached him amd asked him what he was doing there but he refused to bother. I felt like i'm invisible at that point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i browsed again on the other shelves and asked again what he was doing there. He refused to bother. I heard him saying my name on the phone. HAIYO. I moved on to the other shelf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly i heard a voice. "What?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned ard. It was HW. Finally he realised that i am visible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked him what he was doing there. He said he was waiting for the rest of our ex pri sch classmate. He said J is coming to sch. HW also nagged at me because i was still wearing class t. HAHA! Sry okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HW said smth so fast that i couldnt catch what he was saying. I knew he had said smth abt J but i couldnt understand what. And then i got irritated by him and i walked away. HW shouted," There's J! Ure Idol!" bla bla bla. i couldnt hear clearly what he was saying. I looked up and realised that i had just walked passed J. OMG! i kind of smell his pefume i think. Haha. From the side view, I could tell that he was smiling. DAMN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was too shocked that i walked quickly walked to the counter to collect my card and quickly walked off. I turned ard to look at them. J's back was facing me and HW was looking at me in amazement. haha! i glared at HW.O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. thats all. i joined HW to pri sch and ended up not going into the sch because there were so many freaking ppl waiting outside. J was alr inside. He signed in first. So i didnt get the chance to see him again. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NVM. OK. I'M TIRED BLOGGING TODAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tc ppl. I love u all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: i chatted with J in msn just now. he still remember me. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good luck J for all ur upcoming exam! All the Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&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/821013800633850200-7645326643567765678?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7645326643567765678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=7645326643567765678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/7645326643567765678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/7645326643567765678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m Missing You.'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-1623553308543658407</id><published>2008-07-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:03:30.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE! STALKER MAY JUST APPEAR BEHIND U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes...here to update abt a guy who is so called the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STALKER&lt;/span&gt;. OMG. He's a sec 2 guy from my school. BEWARE! he is super psychotic! If u want to know wad exactly happens, go Adriana blog &lt;a href="http://th-covalent-love.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://th-covalent-love.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;and read on the post abt the stalker. He's nickname is M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. What makes me feel that that he is super psychotic is that, he used his phone to see me and Adriana reflection while we were trying to sneak out of Anderson sec on Mon.[is he a professional spy or what?] We was panicking that moment and was trying to quickly run out of Anderson main gate. Just as we stepped out of the gate, we saw him waiting at the other side of the gate with his back facing us. So we thought he didnt notice us. BUT  that's not we have predicted. He used his phone to see reflection of us crossing the road outside Anderson sec. And while i was on the other side of the pavement, i turned ard and saw him running towards me! GAAAHHH! GILEGILEGILE! A few moments later he was right beside me. I was super panick sia!  felt like running away but i can't! So Adriana called Syahira to tell them to excape somewhere. I acted to be '&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;' and make myself not to panic or i will go nuts! So i talked to him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: " what u doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M: "waiting for izzah actually but i received msg that she didn't come fot HMT. So..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He paused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: " Erk..ok. ic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M started to laugh and almost&lt;em&gt; choke.[ he purposely did that]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: " What's wrong with u?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M: " U girls should improve im ur sneaking..u girls makes me laugh till i almost choke.." &lt;em&gt;[faking a choke]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WAS LIKE, &lt;em&gt;SIAL NYE LAKI! KURANG AJAR BTOL! CAM NAK KECIK2 LEHER KAU BIAR BTOL2 CHOKE BARU TAHU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: " We shall improve on that. Don't worry." [ i mumbled to myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M: "What did u just say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: " Nth.nth. Adriana told me they took the bus alr." [started to change topic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAH SEY!..alot of things happened lah! he waited at the bus stop, then wanted to wait at Khatib but didnt managed to cos afza helped us. THANKS GIRL! then waited at Yishun, then Admiralty! He is totally MENTALLY DISTURBED AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. enough of blogging abt this crazy F***ing GUY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: HE DIDNT WAIT FOR US AFTER HMT TODAY! WOOHOO! &lt;em&gt;PADAN MUKEMU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;Let's see what's his next step be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-1623553308543658407?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1623553308543658407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=1623553308543658407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/1623553308543658407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/1623553308543658407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-stalker-may-just-appear-behind-u.html' title='BEWARE! STALKER MAY JUST APPEAR BEHIND U!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-5551859116961457196</id><published>2008-07-15T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:15:07.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to say i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;SPECIALLY FOR U  IBU!..I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT U :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Click the 'play' sign on the side to hear the song]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Artist(Band):Buckcherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-5551859116961457196?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5551859116961457196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=5551859116961457196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5551859116961457196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5551859116961457196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-wanted-to-say-im-sorry.html' title='I just wanted to say i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-1354097690326074220</id><published>2008-07-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:10:22.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saya Anak DERHAKA'/><title type='text'>DOOOOOOPPPPEEEES!GRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tadaaaa~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in the school library, cikgu tk nmpk. HAHAHAH?.&lt;br /&gt;SAYA LAGI ADA MASALAH BESAR!! It all happened yesterday and just now after sch Sham told me another fact that makes me more GGRRRRR!!!WADEVER IT IS I WILL JUST KEEP IT TO MYSELF LAH. I'm done. I can't type anymore. Sakit hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-1354097690326074220?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/1354097690326074220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=1354097690326074220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/1354097690326074220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/1354097690326074220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dooooooppppeeeesgrr.html' title='DOOOOOOPPPPEEEES!GRR'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-4124928377351268352</id><published>2008-06-06T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:33:46.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wanna go kampung but i wanna play bowling in Spore. HOW???'/><title type='text'>Hello there!</title><content type='html'>Yooohaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel simply pathetic everytime i viewed my blog cos i have been abandoning it since  2 months? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i have millions of stories i wanna share in this blog but i'm just plain lazy? =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. Firstly, i'm feeling quite bad today after wad had happened in sch in the afternoon. I had unintentionally made my friend cried. I'M SO SORRY!:( oh yah. and thx for forgiving me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. Next, i am dumb bored at home! All i did these few days are WAKE UP, BREAKFAST,TV,COMP,HWK,TV,SLEEP. Argghh!..BORING sia! aiyoyoyo!..went out with my mum and auntie yesterday to Geylang was a great laughter at least. Haha. I ordered hot mocha and the waiter gave me two packets of sugar. Before i could took the sugar, my aunt and mum took one each and poured it in their teh tarik cos they were busy talking and thought that it was theirs. And guess wad, i had to drink the hot mocha without sugar which was super bitter. And my aunt was asking, is the hot mocha nice? i said, NOPE. COS U TOOK MY SUGAR. And we laugh like mad!haha!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.Next, i wanna post some photos cos my blog looks quite boring when there's no pictures so here it goes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208752169770153570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk0gFIx9mI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qtDvOj85ddQ/s320/mentel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                     ^&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Past. When i knew how to post with a swimsuit! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208756116845098626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk4F1Ix9oI/AAAAAAAAAAg/aUeVUwYPxs4/s320/19042008351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                   ^ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun pose in a swimsuit no more. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208753724548314738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk16lIx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5aO9XlzsLTw/s320/mentelz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                           ^ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The three siblings! btw,who was i looking at?..hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208756134024967858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk4G1Ix9rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oxmY-LNCeE8/s320/19042008369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              ^ OK&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. thats us in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bro had swollen eyes and was trying to open his eyes very big. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208756125435033234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk4GVIx9pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e_GGg9sRO2c/s320/19042008363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                     ^ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hug her everyday; my lovely mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208761266510886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk8xlIx9sI/AAAAAAAAABA/OMK60rbYhPc/s320/19042008359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              ^ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't find pictures that i took with my dad but there he is. Emo? haha not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208761275100821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk8yFIx9tI/AAAAAAAAABI/2D_6ML7UUg4/s320/08122007063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    ^ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THERE! AT LAST! Everyone together ! A wonderful family:DD [My 14th bdae party.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. thas all for today's post. I'm tired uploading and arranging the photos alr. HAHA. Bangku Kosong is starting at Suria Channel! waiiitt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okk..tata! bye bloggie! &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/821013800633850200-4124928377351268352?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4124928377351268352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=4124928377351268352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/4124928377351268352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/4124928377351268352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-there.html' title='Hello there!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SEk0gFIx9mI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/qtDvOj85ddQ/s72-c/mentel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-7787297809545184271</id><published>2008-05-14T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:29:34.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoooohaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh yeah..blog MAYA blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten back my results alr..but left with hmt and art..haiyoy0!&lt;br /&gt;My results are superrrrrr &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DISASTER! Earthquake,Hurricane,Cyclone,Tornado or whatsoever can't beat my MYE results!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mid year results so far are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;English: F9, 39 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[gaaahhh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maths: D7, 46 XD [&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9 more to C5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Combine Sciences: C5, 58 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[12 more to A2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Combine Humans: C5, 58 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[12 more to A2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;POA: B3, 68 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[2 more marks!!haiyoyo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HMT:?[dunno yet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MT: A2, 70 &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ok:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ART!!:???[dunno yet too]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright!..thats all i know..haiyos!..my results are so far behind my targets laa!..CHITUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm2..this is just the raw marks that i got from my papers but after adding up with the previous term, i hope i could have a little better results..and yeah..i MUST do better in my term 3 test.[Insyaallah..:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Thats all for today. I HATE BLOGGING. i will try to make my blog looks interesting one fine day..tata tutu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i've changed just for you,now i'm alone without you..DOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-7787297809545184271?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7787297809545184271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=7787297809545184271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/7787297809545184271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/7787297809545184271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoooohaaaa-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-924069039674197463</id><published>2008-04-30T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:11:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HHHHEEELLLLOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back!..BACK! back to blogging...&lt;br /&gt;i really2 suck at blogging...i dunno why i created one in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;haiy0!..&lt;br /&gt;nvm though..sooner i am gonna get used to blogging!..[Insyaallah]:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo! Mid year has started last week..this friday, which is in the day after tmr is my Combine Humanities yaww!..Geog is super cool but kinda boring[the teacher] and SS is boring at first but the chapters are getting interesting as i learn more..yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My targets for this mid year are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;English: at least Pass pls..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths: at least c5 pls..:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Combine Sciences: A2 :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Combine Humans: A2:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POA: at least A2 [must!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HMT: at least b3[ kind of diffficult to get distinction!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MT: at least A2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ART!!: pls pls pls A2..worse b3:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!..thats all for my target..haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;must CHOING LA MAYA!..&lt;br /&gt;okk..i want to Study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all for today!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I KIND OF MISS THAT SOMEONE..ssHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-924069039674197463?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/924069039674197463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=924069039674197463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/924069039674197463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/924069039674197463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/04/hhhheeelllloooo-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-821013800633850200.post-5374918700501887778</id><published>2008-02-23T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:41:20.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yay!...finally..here's my new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, not yet finish with the editting and so on...but i am trying to create a nice one asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ok..got to carry on editting..tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/821013800633850200-5374918700501887778?l=sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/feeds/5374918700501887778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=821013800633850200&amp;postID=5374918700501887778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5374918700501887778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/821013800633850200/posts/default/5374918700501887778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweethoneychoconuts.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-blog.html' title='My new Blog!'/><author><name>Missy MaYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054969613220037949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NkrlvT4pRQg/SLfKFIkHI4I/AAAAAAAAABs/1SOzLltk8Ak/S220/Image362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
