<?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-311111708686853527</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:41:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonfreak</title><subtitle type='html'>Anonymous no longer anonymous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-3128012833454299744</id><published>2011-01-01T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:38:43.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>Why am I still posting? LOLOLO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, I won't update on this any more. Made a new blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year. MAY THIS YEAR BE A GOOD ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3128012833454299744?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3128012833454299744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3128012833454299744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3128012833454299744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3128012833454299744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2011/01/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-521830263928930945</id><published>2010-12-31T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:48:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Now I'll tell you what I actually got from this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I realised however hard we try to keep something, if it wants to go, it'll go. If there are not enough poles supporting a building, it will collapse. If there are not enough will, it's not going to happen. So unless you're really sure you can do something, don't do it cos it's just not going to happen but give everything a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, if you were to stare at something you hate, for a long time, you'll end up liking it. Let's say you don't like your phone but you keep on using it, in the end, you'll start liking it. If you hate kpop and one day, you try and gave it a chance, you'll get addicted to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't expect too much. Never expect too much. You'll just end up disappointing yourself. It hurts more than cutting yourself. I swear, just stop expecting. Daydream all you want but never expect your daydream to happen. Somin like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, all you have to do is just sit alone. You'll be okay longer than you think. Lay down on your bed earlier than you usually do and just lay there and think of happy thoughts. Listen to calm songs and you'll be all right. Cry if you want to because sometimes, you just have to cry for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plasters won't heal you. It would be better if you leave your cut out in the open than cover it up with a plaster. There's no hidden message. When you burn yourself, don't straight run it under water. Give it some oxygen. Give it time, even if it is for 10 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get rid of your egoness. Ego makes people mad, upset and everything else. It's alright to have pride. Your ego will hurt other people, your pride would hurt yourself. Try thinking about other people rather than yourself. Although thinking about yourself is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask for stuff if you didn't do anything to deserve 'em. You'll end up feeling guilty over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-521830263928930945?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/521830263928930945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=521830263928930945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/521830263928930945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/521830263928930945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4980415364995676647</id><published>2010-12-31T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:28:28.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Which was the best month for you?&lt;/span&gt; January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Which was the worst? &lt;/span&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What was the most significant thing that happened this year? &lt;/span&gt;Aisyah and Hakim leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What person had the most impact on your life this year?&lt;/span&gt; Iman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What was the best concert that you attended?&lt;/span&gt; Youtube concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What was your biggest challenge of 2010?&lt;/span&gt; Changed class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Your biggest regret?&lt;/span&gt; Not blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What moment stands out to you the most?&lt;/span&gt; When I went to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What band did you listen to the most? &lt;/span&gt;Westlife, The Hush Sound and Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;On a scale of 1-10, 2010 was&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;Did you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Meet anyone special?&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Eh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get close to someone you didn’t expect to?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Have a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Have a relationship for more than 3 months?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hook up with anyone, no strings attached?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Experience the death of a loved one?&lt;/span&gt; Yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get in a fight?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lose a friend?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get drunk?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Regret doing something?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Go to a concert?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fall in love?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fall out of love?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get back together with an ex?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Enjoy being single? &lt;/span&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Accomplish a goal?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Learn something new?&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get arrested?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Break up with someone?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Get a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt; Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Go to a party?&lt;/span&gt; class party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;Your favorites of 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite CD (released in 2010):&lt;/span&gt; Still 2PM - 2PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite CD (not released in 2010): &lt;/span&gt;Where We Are - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite song:&lt;/span&gt; Too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite movie:&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter (shocking for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite person to talk to: &lt;/span&gt;Nina Abdul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite thing to do:&lt;/span&gt; Lay around and not think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite TV show:&lt;/span&gt; Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite memory:&lt;/span&gt; Getting myself messy with cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite feeling:&lt;/b&gt; PMR ending. yes, it's a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite food:&lt;/span&gt; Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite drink: &lt;/span&gt;Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite outfit: &lt;/span&gt;The ones I bought from DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite actor: &lt;/span&gt;Seunggi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Favorite place to be: &lt;/span&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;The New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What will you be doing on New Year’s Eve?&lt;/span&gt; Iunno, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Will you kiss anyone at midnight?&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Who do you WANT to kiss at midnight?&lt;/span&gt; no one, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What is your New Year’s resolution?&lt;/span&gt; To atleast know the basics of korean, to actually really study and to get something because of my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Did you keep your resolution from last year? &lt;/span&gt;Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Do you think things will be different in 2011? &lt;/span&gt;I just don't want a crappy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;What do you want most out of 2011? &lt;/span&gt;For it to be a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Do you think 2011 will be better than 2010? &lt;/span&gt;I just want it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Anything you are particularly looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt; End of year holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;4 Final Quotes / Lyrics / Comments to describe 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Life sucks, what else is new? That's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Shit happens and then you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;► We're so vain we even care about the thoughts of people we don't care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Just. Go. Home. K thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/311111708686853527-4980415364995676647?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4980415364995676647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4980415364995676647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4980415364995676647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4980415364995676647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/which-was-best-month-for-you-january.html' title='4'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8125401933685037356</id><published>2010-12-31T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:28:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;January &lt;/b&gt;- Seemed fun when I reread my posts. I got closer to Iman then. Helped her out with baking. First month of school in 2010 and Q wasn't there with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt; - I stopped blogging every day. Heh. Heh. But I was still in 3A, sitting next to Amman, having a blast, forgetting the world. Life started getting boring too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt; - Started debate... I miss those days. :( Hakim went to Langkawi. Arwah Wak Umi passed away and I got my callsign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt; - Did my folio with Hana. Jehan's birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt; - RK. boo. I think I started missing 3A then. I started going all bitchy. WORLD'S MILK DAY o yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;June &lt;/b&gt;- Aisyah went to MRSM and Q came back but it wasn't the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt; - I only had one post and it's not complete. How gay. OH SABAK BERNAM TRIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt; - KL Scout's Anniversary celebration thingy. Went to Sarawak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt; - Sleepover at Iman's. PMR got real close. I was so scared for my history. Oh and Papa's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt; - PMR and my really upsetting birthday cos it was during PMR. gay gay gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt; - Started with all them kpop stuff. Probably the best thing that have ever happened this year. HEH. HEH. HEH. Campfire thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;December &lt;/b&gt;- Holiday. Singapore. Sleepovers and everything nice excluding the fact that I got tired of having KAisyah and Hakim around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8125401933685037356?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8125401933685037356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8125401933685037356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8125401933685037356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8125401933685037356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminiscin.html' title='3'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-236131262392894310</id><published>2010-12-31T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:28:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>I'd say 2010 is second, 2007 being first worst year of my life. 2010 means a lot to me. I've been through shit this year. Although I've gotten myself a new group of best friends but this year... is just not my year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged much. That's sad. 100++ out of 364 days. I feel like crap because of that. I don't even know how to end this blog. I remember having loads of end of year posts last year. I'm not going out. I'm not going to watch the fireworks on TV, I'd rather listen to korean songs drowning myself in solitude. I don't see why I even have to wish this year goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end, when I grow up later, if I had no this year, I would be a year younger than other people the same age as me. Heh. Heh. Heh. Not funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-236131262392894310?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/236131262392894310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=236131262392894310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/236131262392894310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/236131262392894310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/id-say-2010-is-second-2007-being-first.html' title='2'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-6311790724463831391</id><published>2010-12-31T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:28:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>It's coming to an end. I have uncompleted posts. But I'm gonna fill it up later.&lt;div&gt;I have school next week. Bitches love school. I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6311790724463831391?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6311790724463831391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6311790724463831391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6311790724463831391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6311790724463831391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-coming-to-end.html' title='1'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7026031341251174049</id><published>2010-12-29T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:08:01.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khuntoria</title><content type='html'>Khuntoria. It bothers me so much and I don't know why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I was watching Invincible Youth and Victoria from f(x) was there. And I couldn't help but feel like punching her. I dislike every bit of her. But that's probably cos she's in WGM with Nichkhun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through the show, I was like ''She needs a punch," "she's such an attention seeker," "she's not even pretty," and "she should go die." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't deserve Nichkhun. Nichkhun is too cute for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't bother me when Hyun Joong had to be Hwang Bo's 'husband'. And I like(d) Hyun Joong way more than I like Nichkhun. But I think it didn't bother me cos Hwang Bo is waayyyy too old for Hyun Joong. But then I liked Crown J and In Young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I'm blogging about korean stuff. OMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS501, 2PM, SNSD and Seunggi. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7026031341251174049?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7026031341251174049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7026031341251174049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7026031341251174049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7026031341251174049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/khuntoria.html' title='Khuntoria'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4418088765823048160</id><published>2010-12-29T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:54:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover with Nina and Munirah</title><content type='html'>We picked Munirah and Nina up at her dad's office and went to Sunway. We skated til like 2 o'clock then had Carls Jr. After that, we came back home. Nina and I watched all them KPOP stuff and it was fun. Heh. Heh. We made dumplings after that. &lt;div&gt;And then... we continued watching korean stuff. I went down to eat and found out that Aisyah and Munirah weren't at home. I tried my best to keep Nina upstairs. When they came back, we got everything ready and switched off the lights. We then called Nina down. She was surprised... I think. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, then we had cake. Oreo cheesecake. After that, we went to Aisyah's and prank called some people cos it's a sleepover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I was the earliest to wake up. Nina caught me goggling at 2PM. Heh. Heh. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nina: She woke up to watch that!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aisyah and Munirah woke up, they cooked for us. So we had food. We then wanted to watch a movie (Me and Nina) so we were going through all these korean movies and we ended up wanting to watch Baby And I. We called Aisyah and Munirah (they were upstairs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Do you want to watch Baby and I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisyah: We're watching that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisyah: We're watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the awesome-st coincidence ever. So after we ate lunch, we watched it together downstairs, in front of the TV. We watched Baby and I, Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do and The Longest 24 months. And if you've watched them, you would know that Jang Geun Suk acted in all of them. Heh. Heh. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, we had KFC. We went to the one in The Store. And the woman who took our order and this other worker was down right rude. We wanted to complain so I took the slip but we had no pen. But seriously they were rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we came home, Auntie and Uncle were waiting to pick them up. So they went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4418088765823048160?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4418088765823048160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4418088765823048160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4418088765823048160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4418088765823048160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleepover-with-nina-and-munirah.html' title='Sleepover with Nina and Munirah'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2996139779141335165</id><published>2010-12-23T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:48:19.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR</title><content type='html'>I cried even before I got to school. That's how much of a sissy I am.&lt;div&gt;Teacher then told me something even before I got my slip so I cried even more. I'm such a sissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting the slip, I straight went home, ignoring everybody who stopped me cos I'm not cool like that. We went out to eat and then I went to OU with everybody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auntie Zaida belanja-ed for everything. Heh. Heh. After we bought the tickets, we went to Auntie Anne's and to pray. At 10 past 5, we waited outside although the gate was suppose to open at that time. We went in and my shoes got me trippin'. We watched this funny ghost story. It was cool. After that, we went home. Yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm chatting to people. I'm even chatting to FR. :') I KNOW RIGHT, LIKE OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nearly 12) AND AF! Cos I'm not gay. Heh. Heh. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay bye. Yes, I've already sujud syukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY TUMBLR IS NOW SO SAD. I'm not lying. People who are emo can go through it and feel like suiciding. lol joke. And you know what, I cry every time I find out that somebody got straight As. Cos yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you know, when I didn't do good in UPSR, people were all like ''you still have PMR'' and now I screwed PMR, everyone's all ''PMR is nothing, just wait til SPM''. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2996139779141335165?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2996139779141335165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2996139779141335165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2996139779141335165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2996139779141335165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/pmr.html' title='PMR'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-6972125439458241639</id><published>2010-12-23T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:00:59.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZZZZ. LAMA GILA TAK BLOG.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARI TU PERGI SLEEPOVER RUMAH IMAN. We played that game. The one that you have to put your finger down if it applies to you. It was fun. Susu had to sing to someone, Iman had to change in 3 minutes and call someone saying that they called her, Ana had to brush her teeth while counting up to 100 and I had to... er... I had to do a prank call but then it was nothing cos the guy shut the phone. :D We then tried to sleep but we couldn't so we talked and when we found out that Ana slept, we got face powder and literally poured it on her face. It went in her nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about boarding school. IMAN, I WISH YOU LUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6972125439458241639?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6972125439458241639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6972125439458241639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6972125439458241639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6972125439458241639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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eye, I'll buy shoes that cost RM300++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I can't sleep with the light off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have a wide imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I forget things easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I won't do stuff that I want to do if I don't get enough support but I'll still do it... one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The sun used to bug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm planning on being single until university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My room's a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My computer's desktop is bloody clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I used to hate Malaysia but with friends, I think it's aite now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I've always and still want to be a choreographer one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I get shoes for my birthday, every year since I came back to Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I still go around and say that I wasn't raised in Malaysia even though I've been back for 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't like it when it's noisy in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't like getting told off but when I try not to, I usually mess up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I left behind so many friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Some people are just straight out annoying to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don't like people who speaks Malay when they don't know how to and/or people who speaks English when they don't know how to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'd rather regret not buying something than regret buying something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I want to be an Engineer, a top engineering school graduate and rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm great at fake laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When it gets awkward, I'll leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2986139331738089070?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-1905675682945318965</id><published>2010-12-16T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:01:21.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was in the car... and then we couldn't find the car keys. And so we searched everywhere and in the end, we found it at the back of the car. I shall blame this all on Hakim. We went to my late aunt's house to sort out everything and went to The Mines with Abang Afiq. Had Starbucks and that hot and something wrap. LOL. While Mami gave a talk to Abang Afiq, the rest of us went around The Mines. After that, we went to Muar and er, we went out. To the beach and then to Giant to get some snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in the car at half past 7. We went to Kota Tinggi for a wedding. We arrived around 11, I think. Stayed there 'til like 2. We went to Tebrau City after that. To get Papa's jeans. I got something too so that was aite. When we got real tired, we went to the place we were staying at. It was on the second floor so we had to walk up with our heavy bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went out again to erm... I couldn't remember. At all. This is bad, real bad Michael Jackson. I'm mad, real mad Joe Jackson. OMG! I KNOW. We went to KFC. Uhuh. And then I went on this machine, you know them massaging machine? The ones you have to put money in? Yeah, I went on one of them. It massages your ass too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh anyway, when we came back home I ironed my clothes and all for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, slept again, and then woke up again. Got told off and then we went out for breakfast. After breakfast, we went towards Singapore. *grins* We then entered Singapore without any trouble and I slept on the way to USS. Once we've reached, I was beyond excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1905675682945318965?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1905675682945318965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1905675682945318965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1905675682945318965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1905675682945318965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-everything-was-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5491254764261751503</id><published>2010-12-10T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:02:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like going to MRSM now. I'm gonna miss my parents and my lil bro. And I'm gonna miss going on holiday without KAisyah and Hakim. Heh. Heh. Heh. But I'll still go if I get in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yeh. story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5491254764261751503?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5491254764261751503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5491254764261751503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5491254764261751503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5491254764261751503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-really-feel-like-going-to-mrsm.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1036721472166830771</id><published>2010-12-08T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:41:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to Kelab Rahman Putra today. I brought the Lenovo. I was on facebook and tumblr until 10 and then we all went to play squash. All as in Marcella, Q, Syaza and myself. It was fun but I lost my touch. Pffttthhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how sometimes, your heart get real weak when you see someone you really like. Yeah, it happens every time I see them. And it hurts knowing that I'm probably never going to see them. OUCH. I think I fancy them or something. LOL. (Smirks like HyunJoong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1036721472166830771?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1036721472166830771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1036721472166830771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1036721472166830771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1036721472166830771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/oi.html' title='oi'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4186725667893429729</id><published>2010-12-08T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:42:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just realised something about myself. I don't know if it's new or if I've always felt like this but I've just realised this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like being alone. I like it when people just don't talk to me. I like it when I don't have to do stuff for other people. I like it when I don't have to show an expression on my face just to show other people how I feel. Yeah, I like it like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sure, I'd like to socialise now and then but I like it when I'm alone. Let's say that my friends want to go out every single day in a whole week, I'd probably just go for 3 days and the rest, I'll just stay at home. Do my own thang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you just get annoyed when you're around loads of people 24/7 even though they're your best friends? I mean, when you're around them, wouldn't you suddenly just keep quiet because there's nothing else to say. That would lead to awkwardness, innit? Won't you get tired of trying to talk to people, hang around with them all week long? Cos I think I would. But probably that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 11, I went downstairs... everyone was upstairs. So I went downstairs to watch the TV and I enjoyed it. I mean, laughing by myself, not having to show false feelings. It's really fun. I felt as if I was free. I think I've been acting around people too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smiling. I don't smile when there's nothing to smile about but people they can't just accept that. They'll say that I'm too serious or I'm too cranky. Say you were at your hairdresser's and she's doing your hair, would you smile from when she started cutting until she finishes. Yeah, I don't think so. But if you would, I suggest you to go to the mental hospital or at least visit a psychiatrist straight after you've done your hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4186725667893429729?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4186725667893429729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4186725667893429729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4186725667893429729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4186725667893429729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/solitary.html' title='Solitary'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3929772720915823541</id><published>2010-12-06T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:42:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a massive problem right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Number 1, tumblr ain't working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Number 2, I'm too obsessed with SS501.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumblr has been 'down' since this morning so I couldn't even go on it. I was downright bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SS501. I know I shouldn't be looking at guys, am I right? I mean I can but not too much, right? But honestly, I couldn't resist. I don't know what's wrong with me. Right now, they are like how Dream Street was to me long time ago. I just can't stop, you know what I mean. Like before, I was sleeping and I dreamt that they were all giving me a private concert. Now do you know what I mean? Gosh, life is hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am on the 15th episode of 'We Got Married' and to say something, I made the right choice of not choosing Hyun Joong. Hyun Joong, I don't know where to start with him. Him as a bestfriend, that's aite... a boyfriend, that would be alright cos he's hot and all but totally, never ever a husband. I just don't know what to say but he's cute... and yeh. (smiles dreamily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6L6s60i5PBw?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you tell me how am I suppose to resist from watching these lads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3929772720915823541?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3929772720915823541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3929772720915823541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3929772720915823541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3929772720915823541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty pleasure.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/6L6s60i5PBw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-8332496139938859572</id><published>2010-12-05T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:23:56.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 300px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was told that I don't smile enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8332496139938859572?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8332496139938859572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8332496139938859572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8332496139938859572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8332496139938859572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/mami-told-me-to-smile-more.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3751184205746238425</id><published>2010-12-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:35:51.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDKWTTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I could, I would like to hire a blogger that would blog about my life. I would also like to repeat this year again so that he/she could just record every single bit of my life from how many times I went to wee right until how many rice bits I ate because that would just be awesome. I don't write any more, I only reblog, make memes, take pictures and add a few words on them. Because right now, that is just me. I'm not liking it, even a bit. I feel lazy. I feel useless.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHOOP. Okay I've got that done with.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whadididowhadidido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WENT TO QAMARYNA'S, on the 21st.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was aite. Jehan didn't come, Hana lagi lah... pandai ingat HP lagi penting. She went to watch Harry Potter for the second time with her sisters. FAG. FAG. FAG. FAG. FAG. LOL joke. We played LIFE, watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid, ate and slept.  I stopped by at speedmart on the way back cos I needed to get bread and tuna for the next day's lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So on the 22nd, I WENT TO THE ZOO... with MOTHER(imoon), STEP-MOTHER(susuman) AND S (ana). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all woke up at 5 that morning, to get the nuggets cooked and the sandwiches made. Iman and Farhana slept over. We took a shower after that and for the first time ever... ANA CAME EARLY. We were all well shocked. Anyway, so we went to Mak's house, went to the mamak down the road and then Kak Ngah sent us to the Zoo. Malaysia's National Zoo, btw. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't see why Malaysians are trying to attract tourist's attention because it's not possible. Well you see, a day before we went to the zoo, we decided to check up the price and all the information so we could plan out our day. We were on Google trying to find the zoo's official website and we found all right. But it was empty. So instead we went on some other websites and we found the entrance fees and all. So that was aite. But when we went to the zoo, the price was higher and we had to bring our ICs to get the one for Malaysians and knowing us 'kids', we don't bring ICs around. But she didn't even want our ICs. I have no point to proof. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went into the zoo. Iman all excited wanting to ride an elephant. I wasn't in the mood. None of us were... except Iman. We were all so sleepy... except Iman. She had CAFFEINE. CAFFEINE. CAFFEINE. She was down right high and we had to follow her. We tried to be. Oh and Ana brought perfume. Every time we went to a smelly place, she would take out her perfume and spray it. LOL JOKE. She would smell her perfume. Her life. Anyway, we then ended up at the aquarium. I didn't even know that they had them. I've never been there before. Sad life of mine. Anyway, after we went all around the aquarium, I started getting my hype back. We asked these two guys to take our picture and it turned out wicked. The sleepiness all gone. We ate and then we decided to get a ride on the tram that goes around the zoo.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we were waiting in line, we decided to camwhore. This one foreigner told us to give our camera to her so we did and she took our picture. Well sick. And when we got on the tram, the driver did the same thing that foreigner did. Well nice. We went around and decided to drop by at my best friend's cage. Tigers. Tigers. And more tigers. This one guy got one of the tiger roaring. It was wicked. Anyway, we then got back on the tram and went around... and then we found out that we haven't been to a few places. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because of that, we decided to walk there and I saw the bears (makes this really proud grin). It then started drizzling so we decided to walk back. OH AND ON THE WAY THERE, Ana saw a monitor lizard in the sewers and we took a picture of it to show to the zoo keeper. So we went to the entrance and Iman told this woman at the information counter. She called her supervisor and then the supervisor (this one woman) came down and met us. We told her and she was all ''we couldn't do anything about it because it's in the sewers and it's not ours''. She then asked us if we were zoologists. And I feel great cos that makes me feel proud as a scout. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started raining but that didn't stop any of us... except Ana from taking pictures. When it really started to shower, we went under the canopy. Kak Ngah then picked us up and we went back to Mak's. We slept. And then we went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From the start of the holiday til yesterday, I WATCHED DRAMAS, DRAMAS AND MORE KOREAN DRAMAS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coffee Prince and a few others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 27th until the 28th, I WENT TO MUAR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to my grandparent's house. Busu made a barbeque. We went to Nyai's house, someone kicked my slipper and since it was at night, I came back to my grandparent's with only one slipper. We had to go to this Umrah thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 29th, I WENT TO MELAKA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mami had something going on in Melaka so we had to go. We left home and went to Jusco for lunch and then we sent Mami to UTeM and went to another Jusco near to that place. I got a shirt and 2 pants. We picked Mami up and were on our way back home. We stopped to get Satay and yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 30th, I WENT TO MRSM KKB FOR UKKM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after Subuh, I got ready and my dad and I went. We stopped by at the petrol station to buy bread for breakfast. I tried to get some sleep in the car but I just didn't. I think I was nervous or something. So we arrived in KKB and I went to this one computer room. The stairs to get to the computer room were bloody small, I could have slipped and died. The computer room was freezing. Maths was just plain hard but the rest were okay. Papa, KAisyah and Hakim picked me up and we went to Kopitiam Bangi. I then went home and not a single (swear word) was given for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 1st, I WENT TO UIA AND THEN TO MAK'S HOUSE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to the doctors that morning and then for the whole day, I hung around my mum's room/office. My mum was out so I watched Coffee Prince. Heck yeah life. I bought breakfast, lunch and snack all by myself cos I'm great like that. I had Shepherd's pie but I didn't like it that much but that don't matter. I had waffles as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That afternoon, I went to Mak's house. Slept over. We went out to eat A&amp;amp;W and to watch Harry Potter so that was what we did. Came back home at 12 midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 2nd, I WAS AT MAK'S HOUSE AND I WENT TO WANGSA WALK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Mak didn't get to eat A&amp;amp;W, we went to wangsa walk. I went to the playground with Muaz and I climbed on them spider web thingy majigues. Then we went to the arcade and to eat. My mum picked us up and we went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 3rd, I WENT TO THE GARDENS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to buy my shoes but I didn't find the right one so I didn't get any. SOLEWHAT didn't stock up their nikes so nothing for me. I had Japanese for dinner. We went grocery shopping and then we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the 4th.... oh hold on, that's today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up, had Nasi Lemak and then cleaned up a bit. Got ready. Went to IIUM//UIA for a wedding and then went to Wangsa Maju to get scarves and stuff. I got 2 normal scarves and this thing shawl that could be turned into one of them table liners. LOL. Went around and around, bought drinks and then we went to Nina's... but I was asleep. We wanted Nina to come with us for a sleepover but her phone is off or something so yeh. She's not here. If she was, this thing would be left untouched. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just then, I went to the store and I got my pants for scout cos the pants that I already have is real short and I'm tall. uhuh. I'm hungry. So hungry. My hands are tired. My brain is too. &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/311111708686853527-3751184205746238425?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3751184205746238425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3751184205746238425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3751184205746238425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3751184205746238425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/idkwtti.html' title='IDKWTTI'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9033880238865961771</id><published>2010-12-02T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:41:32.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come you tell me off when I don't eat but you can let them off when they don't eat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-9033880238865961771?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9033880238865961771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9033880238865961771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9033880238865961771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9033880238865961771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-come-you-tell-me-off-when-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-6178124378251697510</id><published>2010-11-22T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:22:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Haji</title><content type='html'>Raya Haji was aite. Eh wait, it was awesome cos of all the ketupats there were. On Raya Haji, I ate ketupat for breakfast, lunch and dinner cos I'm me like that. So that morning, I went to pray at the mosque and it was well awkward cos we had to shake hands with everyone and they'll be looking at me like I'm some kind of an alien. Like OMG, at least I went to pray. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, stuff happened... yeah. I didn't see any cows getting slaughtered this year and I'm grateful for that. My grandparents made KAisyah, Hakim and I practice 'tawaf'. We kept getting told off cos we were messing about and we kept doing it wrong. The doas are well long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6178124378251697510?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6178124378251697510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6178124378251697510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6178124378251697510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6178124378251697510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/raya-haji.html' title='Raya Haji'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9038038375379446590</id><published>2010-11-19T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:36:25.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group</title><content type='html'>You wanna know what I've just realised?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, we will have different groups of friends just like how we have different groups of families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our original family which includes our parents, brothers and sisters. Then we have our grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins from our mum's side. We have our grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins from our dad's side. Later in life, we'll have a husband, kids and grandkids. We will also get a mother-in-law, father-in-law, sister-in-law and brother-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after family comes the friends. Friends. I have many groups of friends. I have my childhood friends. I have friends from Cheetwood. I have friends from SMM. I have friends from the other parts of the UK. I have friends that are my parent's friend's kids. I have friends from clubs. I have friends from SKWJ. I have friends from Sect 5. I have scout friends. I have friends from BRP. I have debate friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now. I have three groups of friends and all of them give a big impact in my life. I have Nina and Munirah. I have Iman, Susu and Ana. And finally, I also have the Boogles as friends. Just like how we have different families, each groups of friends are like different family to me. All of them are equally important but just wouldn't mix in well if they were to go together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-9038038375379446590?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9038038375379446590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9038038375379446590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9038038375379446590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9038038375379446590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/group.html' title='Group'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-603200793571065710</id><published>2010-11-19T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:21:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bs</title><content type='html'>"After PMR, you can do whatever you want to do but right now, you have to study''&lt;div&gt;What a load of bs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judge. Assume. Blame. Insult. Accuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because those are the only thing humans are good at. I'm aware that I'm not as great as all of you, I hope you have a good life. Live it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-603200793571065710?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/603200793571065710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=603200793571065710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/603200793571065710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/603200793571065710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-pmr-you-can-do-whatever-you-want.html' title='bs'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5575333847206013902</id><published>2010-11-14T11:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:25:28.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Kebudayaan (Pengakap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome. That is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisyah and I arrived at 5 something and straight went to register. After that, we went to the field to hang around as the others except Meor were there. Soon after, Aniq came and since we were proper bored, we decided to wonder about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniq: Weh, register kat mana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meor: Dekat dalam sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniq: Teman aku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meor: Tak nak, kau pergi lah sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniq: Tak pe ah ada Asma. Asma, jom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meor: Weh, tak pe lah, aku teman kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up at this one place where they sold drinks and all. On the way back to SMK Padang Tembak, we stopped by at the shops to get snacks. We proceeded to walk back. Once we were back, the others were all ''Korang pergi mana?", "Pergi tak ajak", "Dah lambat dah ni" and KPau was like "Korang guna duit kak pau eh?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our own group. Aisyah, Meor, Aniq and I. We were waiting for Kat and Ajwad. They came after Maghrib. When we went to pray, the electricity went off and I was bloody shocked. I ended up shivering. LOL. But it was nothing. Apek from Kencana was there and he remembers me. I saw him first and I knew I saw him somewhere before and I was asking him if it was him. That don't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of that, we made a big horse shoe. OH YEAH, I FORGOT. It was suppose to be a campfire but it was raining but the show has got to go on so we ended up doing it in the hall. So once we did that big horse shoe, we messed about, had the open ceremony and then we ate (I think). I didn't eat my food because I'm not that into noodles. They took the egg I got because they were given a different type of noodle. I helped Kat fold sheets of paper for a bit. Abg Udie then came and he was all "Suara Asma boleh dengar dari Sect 5". Tau lah rindu, cakap je lah. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called us back and the shows started, it was fun. I got bored after the second performance though. The organisers made up stand up and dance in between the performances, I bet they knew that we were getting bored. Heh. Heh. Heh. Tepuk kickapoo was funny and the one where everyone had to gelek. I didn't do it. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few more performances, it was our turn. NO OFFENCE EVERYBODY but I think that our/my group's performance was the best. *looks down* We started off with acting. People coming in as pondans (I totally went against it) but they thought it was funny so that was alright. Meor then started singing ilhamku and I've got to say, his voice was nice. I stopped his singing in the middle of that to call Kat out so she would sing. We gathered around her and heard her sing. The Kelanas then joined in making cute faces and there was this one time when they were staring and Kat and one by one they fell. IT WAS EFFING CUTE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she finished, we all got everyone to stand up and did the pesta clap. Thank God everyone joined in if not it would be awkward. When we wanted to sit back the kelanas stopped us and asked us to clap again (group's clap) and when we did, they clapped back. So in the end we had like this clap war. They ended it with Tepuk Sayonara. -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to the horse shoe shape after that to get our badges. I was standing at one of the place and suddenly, Abg Udie squished in beside me and from behind, Abg Azwan started to squish at the other side of me so in the end I went back and then they decided to get me out of the circle. Veri nais of yu gaiz, veri nais. When someone went to get our badge for us, we tepuk-ed 'usha nakal' which was kind of funny at that time... to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole big massive event ended up with pictures. And that was how last night went for me and it was AWESOME. Kay bye. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs483.ash2/75608_458030232277_703137277_5190077_8080717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs483.ash2/75608_458030232277_703137277_5190077_8080717_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs466.ash2/73970_458032972277_703137277_5190127_3846981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs466.ash2/73970_458032972277_703137277_5190127_3846981_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1122.snc4/148424_458025627277_703137277_5189981_2221682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1122.snc4/148424_458025627277_703137277_5189981_2221682_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs943.snc4/73689_458036552277_703137277_5190173_3518425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs943.snc4/73689_458036552277_703137277_5190173_3518425_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5575333847206013902?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5575333847206013902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5575333847206013902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5575333847206013902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5575333847206013902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-was-awesome.html' title='Malam Kebudayaan (Pengakap)'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8583926784278674821</id><published>2010-11-10T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:37:54.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>University</title><content type='html'>Long time ago, I used to go around saying that I want to be a graduate of MIT. I changed my mind. Actually, I actually do want to be a graduate of MIT but I'm going to put my expectations a bit lower and I've decided that I want to either go to Seoul National University or KAIST if I don't get into MIT. And I'm pretty sure that unless I'm a genius, no scholarship will send me to MIT. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNU's ranking is the 9th in Asia and 50th in the whole world which is impressive because you couldn't see any university in Malaysia that could top that. Under engineering, it's the 6th in Asia and 38th in the whole world.  KAIST's ranking is the 79th in the whole world and 24th under engineering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be easier to get into those universities with the level of smartness than trying to get into MIT but MIT would always be my first choice. So thereyar. I would probably change my mind in a few years but that's what life is about. Who knows, I might want to go to Antarctica and take zoology or I might go to Germany and take social studies but for sure, I don't want to stay here and take engineering and I don't want to go to the UK. In 2/3 years time, I will need something new to fit in with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) MIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) KAIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) SNU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8583926784278674821?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8583926784278674821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8583926784278674821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8583926784278674821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8583926784278674821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/university.html' title='University'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9140568438642930912</id><published>2010-11-07T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:06:34.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai</title><content type='html'>I'm a fag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I don't like doing something new. You wanna know why? Because I don't like it when people take me for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say one day, I rub the whiteboard. The day after that people will expect me to rub it and so I will. Then if I don't do it the next day, they're going to ask me to do it and in the end that will be my job for the rest of my life. And imagine if I die the day after that, they'll probably be sad because there's no one to rub the board any more and not because of me not being alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-9140568438642930912?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9140568438642930912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9140568438642930912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9140568438642930912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9140568438642930912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/hai.html' title='Hai'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3092565033351438357</id><published>2010-11-07T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:06:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD.&lt;div&gt;MY POSTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it ain't even 100. AND WHAT, WE HAVE LIKE 60 MORE DAYS UNTIL 2010 FINISHES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD kid. Serious shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't even keep a bloody promise TO MYSELF. I don't know what sup with the capital letters. I had a BBQ, I bet you couldn't remember that. I bet you couldn't even remember what the eff PMR is. Oh and OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the other day, my mates and I launched a rocket. AWESOME INNIT. And then we made a tower but it fell when the judges were checking it out. I played scrabble with Iman and won. I also played LIFE and won. Campfire next week, WHEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to regret acting like shit right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post don't even make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND IM SO INTO KPOP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3092565033351438357?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3092565033351438357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3092565033351438357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3092565033351438357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3092565033351438357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-853886552811148729</id><published>2010-10-18T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:39:06.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idk</title><content type='html'>Hai, aku blog hari ni sebab aku baca blog lama aku lepastu aku rasa macam aku akan regret sampai aku mati kalau aku tak post apa2.&lt;div&gt;Nanti sah-sah aku akan nangis cam orang gila kalau aku tak post apa2. Dulu2, sense of humour aku memang tinggi tahap KLCC, sekarang,  underground shelter pun tak boleh kalah. Kalau tak faham, tak apa lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had to play netball. I WAS FORCED TO. Biggest regret of my life. Dah lah diorang tak reti main (no offence). Memalukan aku je. And then Ami-assface macam kurang ajar gila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went into the hall and they told us to write a letter. WANNA KNOW WHAT WAS IN MINE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear mummy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much that words couldn't express. So basically, there's no point of me writing this because you already know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then everyone else started writing and they teared up. Softies. Then the counsellor started calling people out. It was hella funny. After a few, the guys at the back legged it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the bell ring. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE HOW BORING IT IS. but because of you future asma. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-853886552811148729?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/853886552811148729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=853886552811148729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/853886552811148729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/853886552811148729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/10/idk.html' title='Idk'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4679596499740839073</id><published>2010-10-13T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:23:43.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You won't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stop bluffing, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4679596499740839073?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4679596499740839073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4679596499740839073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4679596499740839073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4679596499740839073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5226086584640877640</id><published>2010-10-13T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:25:20.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No something</title><content type='html'>I am sorry future self, I didn't post anything yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all I did yesterday was play on Club Penguin with Hana. I don't know if you can still remember Hana. She's that little B that's always hatin' on the club, if yano what I mean. LOL joke, she's your bestfriend? I still wonder if she will still be your bestfriends then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You didn't have to go to school yesterday. Simple as that but at 10 something you called Susu (Nurul Farhana) to make sure that you're right. Paranoid much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you wanna know what you did today? You had to go to school and pretty much do nothing. But you were 'washing your eyes', translate it to Malay and you'll know what I mean. Lol joke. You didn't need to wash your eyes. You sent in your textbook and that was it. You did nothing all through school except turning your back on a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're such a bad person. You were listening to an MP3 while one of the teachers were talking. You even started singing... and you were staring but you still had your back turned towards the front. You were leaning on Iman whilst Iman leaned on Susu. Now that is what I would call friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iman realised something today and she confronted you. YOU ADMITTED! You're such a fag, Asma but then she's your bestfriend so you didn't really mind. Iman had a knowing look on her face, I think she knew all along. Yeah, I think she did. Out of all your bestfriends, she's the only one that knows. Your other bestfriends have mentioned the same thing but you denied. I salute myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidayah and Momoi just asked you out. LET ME TAKE YOU OUT. But you were too lazy, you're tired and Papa wouldn't let you. You were alright with that. In the end, they decided not to go. You felt guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all for now. I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow. So whippee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5226086584640877640?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5226086584640877640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5226086584640877640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5226086584640877640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5226086584640877640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-something.html' title='No something'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5765499378944173828</id><published>2010-10-11T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:07:19.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After months</title><content type='html'>Dear future self (because I know that no one reads this),&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're free today. PMR's over and after all those long days you've worked hard for, it's coming to an end. Not exactly though. You still have UKKM which is the test you have to take if you want to get into MRSM. Which you really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, PMR was alright for you. You're so excited right now because you're basically free besides all the chores you have to do but as what Mummy always say, it doesn't take long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, your birthday was 4 days back. You had to do the PMR Science and History paper. Your friends sang the birthday song to you in the canteen but someone ruined it and said that you had to study since it was PMR. Qamaryna bought a card for you and all your friends signed it. Your teachers wished you a happy birthday. Bless them. You got a present from Iman, Farhana, Ana and Farah today. You got a bag and a necklace. You had to open layers and layers of newspaper before you got to the bag which was in a box full of more newspapers. You love that bag and the necklace. You've always wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not on blogger anymore because you're addicted to Tumblr but that don't matter because you're gonna start blogging again starting from now. Everyone knows that the best and the most boring days of your lives will be after the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of outings, sleepovers and meet ups! Can't wait. Oh wait, I can. Hana's over at your house right now, the one in BRP. Yup, she's staying over because her sister's graduating today and her mum is busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to end this, I hope you're doing great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love from, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;present you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5765499378944173828?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5765499378944173828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5765499378944173828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5765499378944173828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5765499378944173828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-months.html' title='After months'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8619950756697641971</id><published>2010-09-28T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:50:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAPA, HAPPY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;insert the age you want to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/311111708686853527-8619950756697641971?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8619950756697641971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8619950756697641971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8619950756697641971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8619950756697641971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-papa.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2108833174082437939</id><published>2010-09-22T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:33:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't do this. They shouldn't make history a subject. I. Don't. Know. What. To. Do. Any. More. &lt;div&gt;I'm scared that I might give up even before I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2108833174082437939?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2108833174082437939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2108833174082437939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2108833174082437939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2108833174082437939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3146363307283761794</id><published>2010-09-21T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:01:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FR: Muaz, you're my brother from another mother&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Don't follow him, he's not your brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you heard the ceramah before, you wouldn't speak to us like that"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O_O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No offence but I don't understand why you said that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know anything these days and it's two weeks before PMR. Great ain't it? Life I mean. Isn't life great? What's wrong with me? I'm going to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M SCARED. I'M REALLY SCARED. &lt;/b&gt;And it's not mainly because of PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3146363307283761794?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3146363307283761794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3146363307283761794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3146363307283761794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3146363307283761794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/fr-muaz-youre-my-brother-from-another.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3260130816297516574</id><published>2010-09-17T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:13:21.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM MISSING OUT ON LIFE BECAUSE OF PMR.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait 'til it's over. I'm gonna but myself rollerblades... I need to make myself thin again. Yes, I was thin, at one point of life and then Malaysia's food happened. I'm going to beg my dad to let me go for ice skating lessons. I'm going to go to all the Scout events there are. I'm also going to go out with my friends. I'm going to cook... eh, no I'm not. TRICKED YOU THERE, DIDN'T I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go online 24/7 and I'm going to talk to my friends until my mouth goes dry. I'm also going to start playing all the stupid games there are but it wouldn't be stupid after I play it. I'm going to go out shopping after I go thin and but everything I want. I'm going to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M OUT OF IDEAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how unbelievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'm going to snap out of it and go to sleep. See you next Sunday. (Just kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3260130816297516574?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3260130816297516574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3260130816297516574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3260130816297516574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3260130816297516574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-missing-out-on-life-because-of-pmr.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4810097186578808813</id><published>2010-09-07T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:51:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't look back in 5 years and remember all the stuff I did this Ramadhan. And I can't go ''HEY! AND THEN...'' like what I did when I read my old blogs. Sad stuff. My fault though, I warned myself in my previous blog already. So yeh, sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my Uncle's house and he built a go-kart. So I went on it. So yeah, it's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eid's on Friday, innit? I'm going to Muar on Wednesday... tomorrow. I'm waiting for Aisyah to come back with the cookie ingredients. Yes, I'm gonna make them. Like last year. PMR is so close and I can't wait for it to be done with cos I wanna party after that. Kay just kidding, I don't think I can. But I'm gonna get roller blades and use em for an hour everyday. Then I can be as thin as my brother. I can't wait to be thin. Haha, funny innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss typing like this. All random stuff coming out. I miss my old class. :( I read last year's blog and loads of funny things happened in class. Not much this year. HARDLY. I miss my class mates aswell. But yeh, what can I do innit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay bye. My tummy hurts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4810097186578808813?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4810097186578808813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4810097186578808813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4810097186578808813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4810097186578808813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-look-back-when-in-5-years-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2960447097079509347</id><published>2010-09-02T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:58:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cikgu.</title><content type='html'>In life, people will come and go. Today, I feel as if I just lost someone that has made a big impact in my life although I have only gotten to know her for about 4 months. She's my Malay teacher. Out of all the teachers that have taught me, from when I was in Primary right until now, I know that she will be the one of the teachers that I will remember until the last day I live and you're probably wondering why. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved class in May and I had different teachers. At first, I thought all the teachers would be chilled. But then, my Malay teacher came in. Saying that I was scared is the biggest understatement at that time because I was beyond terrified. After I found out that she was my Malay teacher, I wanted to change class, I asked but then I couldn't. So I decided to just live with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second time she came in, I was ready to face her or at least I thought I was. That second time scared me. But then the third came. She spoke to me, she asked me about the class, she asked me if I liked my surroundings and I was honest with her. I felt as if the class was my family. She then made a joke. Got me laughing. To be honest, sometimes she made jokes, I fake laugh because I was too scared to understand it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, when she walked in I WAS BEYOND HAPPY. I started laughing because I understand her jokes. I started communicating with her. I started enjoying her class. It takes time to get used to the way people teach or act and it took time for me to get used to her. But then I got used to her. I found out how motherly she acts, how much I've learnt from her and how happy I am when she's teaching. Bak kata pepatah ''Tak kenal, maka tak cinta.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time, she didn't come and so on that day we didn't have her in class, I felt as if my day wasn't completed. I think I've been scold by her more than anyone in class but I can't say that I hate it because I really appreciate it. Come on, you tell me how many people get the attention from her more than the people she scolds. Exactly. A day without her making a joke is basically non-existing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then, she made a speech. You see, after Eid we have to change teachers because they want to send her to some other class. She was saying how everything... okay I can't really put the whole speech here. But I nearly teared up because she's basically leaving us. She's not going to teach us any more. Simple as that, right? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of her, I enjoy my Malay lessons. Because of her, I speak more Malay. Because of her, I understand more Malay now. Because of her, I look forward to going to school. Because of her, I look forward of getting my mistakes pointed out. Because of her, I enjoy standing up to answer questions. Because of her, I know how much a teacher should care for their students. Because of her,  my Malay isn't that bad any more. Because of her, I learnt how to appreciate a teacher. Because of her, my ideas pop up in Malay. Because of her, I have learnt many guides to life. Because of her, I know what type of husband to search for. Because of her, when I go out, I can laugh at a sign that says ''Kedai Menjahit Pakaian Perempuan''. Because of her, I have tried dancing Kuda Kepang. Because of her, I got the change to jump in  mud to catch fishes. Because of her, I stayed at Dorani Homestay. Because of her, I got to sit in the bus with my friends. Because of her, I learnt so many new things. And finally, because of her, I have a Kamus Dewan under my table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL SO EMOTIONAL. I don't think I can give her anything that can pay off everything she's done for me. She helped me so much, in life and in... Malay. And these are the reasons why I will never forget my Malay teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.  ~Barbara Kingsolver, &lt;i&gt;Animal Dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Puan Sharifah Noora, btw. Tee Hee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2960447097079509347?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2960447097079509347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2960447097079509347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2960447097079509347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2960447097079509347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/cikgu.html' title='Cikgu.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2777418551039648727</id><published>2010-09-01T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:10:10.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover at Iman's</title><content type='html'>Was awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to her house... well I went to her house at 5 after it stopped raining. Then we talked and when everyone arrived, we went to cook! Well, I didn't. I just watched. We made fun of Farhana because she was cutting the veges until it was real tiny. Baby size. Haha. Iman made soup to go with noodles and Farhana had to taste it (she wasn't fasting) and after a few of them Iman gave up because it didn't taste like anything... to her. At all. So after that, Iman basically put the whole bottle of chicken stock in there. Iman then told us that it was 7 so each of us were counting the minute without being so obvious (tak yah tipu :P). 10 minutes later, I walked in and the clock still said 7. Funny Iman, funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We broke our fast and I had to sit next to the drinks. So after 2 minutes, they'll be like ''Asma, nak bandung.'' But I've learnt my lesson, when I go to Muar, I'm not sitting next to the drinks! We then went upstairs to get ready for Isya' and Tarawih. We went and left Farhana. We came in late but it didn't matter. After Isya' everyone prayed sunat rawatib. Ana stood up, she then sat back down. After the first 2 rakaat of Tarawih, Farah gave up and sat down until the imam read Al-Fatihah. Clever cheater. Haha. We then went home... well Iman's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did we do... Oh yeah, ate cookies. Haha. I think we finished it. Anyway, we went up to Iman's room with the cookies. ''WHO STOLE THE COOKIE FROM THE COOKIE JAR? who me? YES YOU! couldn't have been. THEN WHO?'' That was random. :0 Anyway, what happened? Dumdidum. OH YEH, Iman forced me to wear them face mask. And then we took pictures. Funny shyte. After that, Farhana went all emo. Boo you! Dum di dum. What happened? Oh yeah, we talked. THEN WE WENT PRANK CALLING PEOPLE. I now have a new name - SAMY because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Hello, are you A?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Yes, who is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: I'm from the Fish and Chips store down the road, where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it went on from that. One time, I went ''It's freezing cold'' and then I realised that we're in Malaysia. How stupid. Farhana did one asking for directions. The guy at the other side of the line was stuttering trying to speak English but he was so nice. Then we had more moody Farhana. We talked and chatted until early morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, we woke up for sahur and then went to sleep. Whatelse? Oh then we showered and got ready for bowling. We arrived at The Curve and found out that it was closed so we walked around. Then we went bowling. Ana won, I lost. Okay. Then we walked and everyone got tired so we went into MPH and read. After that, we went back to Iman's. AND WE PLAYED LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the Surau for a talk on self motivation. At first I was sleepy, I fell asleep then I went to the toilet to wash my face. After that, I was alright. Went back to Iman's for buka and stayed there right until my dad finished Tarawih. I then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2777418551039648727?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2777418551039648727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2777418551039648727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2777418551039648727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2777418551039648727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepover-at-imans.html' title='Sleepover at Iman&apos;s'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7039421557193767936</id><published>2010-08-24T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:18:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai Dao - Fahrenheit&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep. I can't study. I can't stop coughing. What is wrong with me? Everything's wrong... I can't wait for this weekend though. (Happy dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't have anything to say. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This = yesterday's post. (TBH, I don't know whether to use a 'was' or an 'is') At least I'm honest right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a C right now, hoping to get a B instead because supposedly, there's going to be some corrections done... History paper btw. Got my Maths, Science and Geography papers and I would be lying if I say that I'm not thankful because I really am. I did Johor's science trial papers and I got a 74 cos my paper 1's low. Zzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Sarawak the day after tomorrow. I can't wait. I haven't been on an aeroplane for ages and I'm going to go on one soon. HECK YEAH. I don't know what they have over there except for Kek Lapis which is awesomely nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back from Sarawak, I'll be going to Iman's for a sleepover. We also have some ceramah on self motivation. Okay, I think I translated it wrong. Who cares, though. Anyway, whatelse, whatelse? I've just realised how laid back my post today is. I'm typing out stuff straight from my brain.... which is empty. *whistles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Heartbreak Library before. It's boring. LOL. No, seriously. It's boring. I'm currently on Tahfiz's blog. He's in New Zealand and he makes videos and posts 'em up. I don't understand a word they say. You know, seven? The number seven? Well, over there, it's SIVEN not seven. Funny, innit? But then the spelling's the same, it's just the way they pronounce it. So they'll literally not understand you if you go around asking what's on TV at seven. They'd probably go ''What's seven? We don't say that here.'' I got the from Justin Bieber ftw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZOMBIE! ''Which pokemon is based on water?'' ''BULBASAUR'' From Tahfiz vlog btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go. Please ignore the grammar mistakes, I'm not bothered to reread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7039421557193767936?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7039421557193767936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7039421557193767936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7039421557193767936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7039421557193767936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/08/ai-dao-fahrenheit-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8375279447722729400</id><published>2010-08-19T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:20:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation hits</title><content type='html'>For all my life, I have had to live up to people's expectations. I had to get good marks just because they're depending on me. If not, it would just be a big case of humiliation. I have high hopes on myself, I'm not lying. Sometimes, I like to think that I'm smart but then suddenly, I'll come to this realisation that if I'm smart, why am I not achieving what others can. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leads me to giving up, releasing everything, ignoring everything until somebody comes up to me and bang my head on the wall. I will then come to another realisation that I have to get off my butt and start acting like a person. Start acting like a person who has been educated well to know enough that letting go is not the answer to anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm typing this out as if I'm going to give a talk about inner strength, the way I'm reading this out is as if I'm trying to persuade people to vote me as the next president. And then I realised, what has anything got to do with being the next president... the fact that I get distracted so easily also just flew into me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, this whole blog post isn't even suppose to be about those craps you just read before. I just wanted say that the more people you know, the higher the air pressure will be in your body. I'm just kidding, your air pressure wouldn't change, I mean, why would it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm trying to say is, I have realised that the more people I meet, the more I have to work hard for as they are waiting for me to achieve something they know I can achieve. And with this, I would like to end my blog post. Thank you for reading all these craps that I have typed or keyed.&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/311111708686853527-8375279447722729400?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8375279447722729400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8375279447722729400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8375279447722729400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8375279447722729400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/08/realisation-hits.html' title='Realisation hits'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-6529819140764410832</id><published>2010-08-14T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:02:49.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is going to be in Jibrish or how some people spell it, Gibberish. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I dreamt that I met Blimy! Yes, Blimy. Pronounced Blim-mi btw. HE WAS MASSIVE! He was the size of his mother when we bought him off the guy at the shops. So he was in a hamster wheel and he was like, stuffed in there. Haha, wicked innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm only updating because I haven't updated for ages and I'm running away from studying.  I have trials next week and History is really bugging me. BACK OFF! History's a person now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME FASTING for those who fasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotten that. Loads of people have started planning what they're gonna do after PMR. I think I have too. ;) OMG. BRAIN BLOCK. I hope this doesn't happen during the exams. I don't wanna be caught with a brain block. Not like midyear's. Please no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya perlu hafal formula-formula yang diberi oleh Puan Shafirah Noora untuk peperiksaan percubaan PMR minggu depan. Dengan itu, saya perlu berhenti menggunakan komputer untuk perkara yang tidak faedah kerana ia akan membobrokkan minda saya. Formula-formula Bahasa Malaysia sudah &lt;strike&gt;terhafal oleh saya&lt;/strike&gt; saya hafal. Baiklah, saya akan berhenti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6529819140764410832?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6529819140764410832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6529819140764410832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6529819140764410832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6529819140764410832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-post-is-going-to-be-in-jibrish-or.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2203430829124557695</id><published>2010-08-01T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:00:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout's Centernary Celebration</title><content type='html'>I arrived at 8 and met up with Ajwad and Pidot. We registered under SMK Sect 5 and went to the Scout For Nature booth. We sat around, we helped out and all. Then Abg Azri asked me if I wanted the I ♥ SCOUT badge, so I obviously said yes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA - Abg Azri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU - Abg Udy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: Dalam kereta lah badge tu... kalau nak pergi lah ambil.. tapi boleh percaya ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU: Eh, Asma.... mana boleh percaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: Tak leh eh? Kenapa, nanti sampai2, tengok semua benda dah hilang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU: Cam tu lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU: Takde lah, asma boleh dipercayai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: *gives Me the keys* Kereta warna merah, badge tu kat dashboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay.. Dekat dashboard eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: A'ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *went to get the badges* And hands it to AA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: Ni 4 dah hilang ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Mana adaaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA: Laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then we had to search for 12 'sahabat pena'. I got some Kelanas and the rest are from other people. Ajwad, Pidot and I decided to go around to complete our paper which needs 15 stamps from 15 different checkpoints. The first one was map, second was compass, third was Sepak Takraw but I didn't do it, next was Lilit Gunting and after that Buku Sila and then we went down to the assembly place. We were sitting and it was SO BLOODY WARM no HOT. Mr Tiger came down from the SFN's booth with Abg Qayyoum and Abg Lan (I think) escorting it. When it came to the tarian, we all legged it to find shade. After a few, we all decided to continue doing the other tasks. &lt;div&gt;After I've been to 15 checkpoints, I went back to the SFN booth to chill out. I grabbed a chair and sat down. I then called Ajwad to see where he was and he was under this big canopy. When I came, Ajwad decided to hang out with Abg Qayyoum who happens to be at the SFN canopy so we walked there. But then, Abg Qayyoum had to escort the mascot. So we went back to the tent. Abg Qayyoum was dancing, it was hilarious. Tak tipu. Then all of us went to sit on the grass. I didn't because I don't want to get them things from weeds on my pants. I sat on the concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ - Abg Qayyoum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ: Abg duduk sebelah awak dalam bas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Masa kat kem kencana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ: Lepastu awak speaking dengan abang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: o0 *grins* (Tak sangka AQ ingat lagi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got our badges (REAL PROUD BTW) and went to sit for the closing ceremony. After the closing ceremony, Ajwad and Pidot wants to buy extra badges (it's limited) but then they were too scared to ask. In the end, Ajwad went to ask and the guy said he has to wait for 2 weeks. We went to get ice cream and suddenly Abang Marwan came and belanja-ed us ice cream. Hehe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: Eh, before you said that you're full, now you're eating ice cream?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Heh.. heh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: Haha, alright then. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat around, eating ice cream under the SFN canopy. They were all eating and asked me to eat but I didn't want to so then they had a race to see who can eat the most Nasi Lemak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ: Nasi lemak ni, akan basi pukul 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SA: Dah pukul 4.02, tak leh dah makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ: Eh, makan lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SA: Dah basi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AQ: Mana ada tulis basi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SA: Dekat sini (points to nothing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: (laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU: Asma, jom turun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Tak boleh, my dad datang pukul 4.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU: Oh, kay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa then came and I went to say bye to Kakak and Abang... I can't remember their names from UPM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO THAT WAS MY DAY AND IT WAS TOTALLY AWE-SOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2203430829124557695?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2203430829124557695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2203430829124557695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2203430829124557695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2203430829124557695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/08/scouts-centernary-celebration.html' title='Scout&apos;s Centernary Celebration'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8283722127383793592</id><published>2010-07-02T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:03:28.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRK &amp; KAA's trip.</title><content type='html'>It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the bus... late and that's because the bus came late. If I say that I don't mind, it would be a total lie even though we got a five star bus because we were late for everything. So we only had 20 minutes of this one session about stress or something. In the end we sang ''Gemuruh'' together. Which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate mee... i mean MI and then the tatabahasa session started. I gave out the papers and these form 2 guys, sitting on the left side of the hall, sitting at the second and third row were being mean to me. When teacher asked who didn't get the give-out, they didn't put their hands up but then when I went to them, they asked me for the paper. They asked for one, I gave them one, then they asked me to get them another one and so I did, what got me all annoyed was when they asked me to get them another one. I made my annoyed face, which just made them laugh. Someone made fun of my name.. haha, fun isn't it? The time giver (1 hour) wasn't enough... AT ALL. A whole day would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then on our way to Sabak Bernam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue later.\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8283722127383793592?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8283722127383793592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8283722127383793592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8283722127383793592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8283722127383793592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/07/krk-kaas-trip.html' title='KRK &amp; KAA&apos;s trip.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4355875288268917721</id><published>2010-06-26T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:19:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Yozza, yozza, guess where I am?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. I'm in Beseri (MRSM Perlis), my mum's chatting, my dad's walking around checking people do some interviews and Muaz is sleeping. Mum and Dad ditched the interview session that they're suppose to join cos we're going to Padang Besar... soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I'm going to padang besar, where kampung people go to buy fake stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H &amp;amp; J: We go to Petalling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Well, rich people buy fake stuff in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was well sick... coz I get to see Q after 7 months apart. I came first aND got a whole box of GOBSTOPPERS. Q ROCCCKKSSS. Then Fatin told me that she's selling shoes. FREAAAAKKKIIINNNGGGG WIICCCKKKEEEDDDD NIKE HIGH TOPS. And she's selling em for RM247 each and I want to buy it but then it's from a factory outlet which are rejected ones. After that we just talked and Q was PMS-ing. She was all angry lol. We played pictionary; Hana and I failed. BOOOOO. At around 4 something, we all went out to walk around waiting for my dad. Then Papa came and we went off to Perlis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped at a few places and arrived. I was so sleepy because papa kept waking me up firstly to pray, then to eat and at last when we arrived. And I still remember, everytime Papa waked me up, i said ''Do I have to'' how female doggy am I lol. Nak makan pun kena force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was scared. I chatted with Hana til 2 coz I had to stay in a hotel room by myself, I mean, who wouldn't be scared? But then I slept at 3 something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to take cate of Muaz the whole morning but everything paid off coz i had 2 ABCs LIKE WOOT WOOT. Kay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4355875288268917721?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4355875288268917721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4355875288268917721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4355875288268917721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4355875288268917721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2845236953908174158</id><published>2010-06-11T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:34:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I opened this up and then I went blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2845236953908174158?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2845236953908174158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2845236953908174158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2845236953908174158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2845236953908174158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-opened-this-up-and-then-i-went-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2384035158832314244</id><published>2010-06-03T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:04:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinner than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE (insert a tv name) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding. Hakim's back. Yes, let the fuss begin. Hakim going to MRSM made him appreciate me more. He annoys me, yes but not as much as long time ago. I used to be so pissed off with him for annoying me. But now, the annoyance is not that high. So it is true, the fact that you will only realise you need that somebody when they're gone. And that separation have its goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAisyah's going to go back to Langkawi with Hakim. But she's going 2 days after him. They were making fun of me before. The fact that I couldn't go to MRSM Langkawi. At that time, I didn't mind but now I feel so left out. Soon both of them will be gone and I'll still be stuck here. Not that I mind, but I do feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your brother and sister are already up in space while you're still cleaning the toilets in Comet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;. Then they'll come back and they'll be talking about Mars and Pluto but you could only talk about the poo inside toilet bowl number 10. Then they'll have all these secrets like how the astronauts are trying to get rid of Venus and the only secret you have is about your friend having a diarrhea. Then they'll be in serious relationships with some of the astronauts and the most serious relationship you've ever had is with the toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel sad and I would do anything to join them. But then wouldn't this be a good motivation for me? Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, let another fuss parade begin... when they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm still not cooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2384035158832314244?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2384035158832314244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2384035158832314244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2384035158832314244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2384035158832314244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7949461387567081563</id><published>2010-05-30T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:54:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Milk Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/TAJtFSc5HmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OzCr69GVTs8/s1600/32064_396816417277_703137277_3913475_4693678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/TAJtFSc5HmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OzCr69GVTs8/s400/32064_396816417277_703137277_3913475_4693678_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477060034455740002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sleepy right now but I have to stay up to finish reading stuff for tomorrow's exam. This is the only way that will keep me awake (other than slapping myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can describe today with one word but that wouldn't be as epic as one whole writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to World's Milk Day in Pavillion. I got to SMK SECT5 at 7 in the morning, greeting every scout in front of me. It was great to be back. Back where I'm suppose to be. The bus then came and we took off to Pavillion. Kat sat next to me, as usual. Once we arrived, everyone was downright giddy, we even sang a song while crossing the road which got a fake disapproval from Kak Ash. We got our food, sat and ate it all up... it was bread. Anyway, we then had to wait and suddenly we saw people with stickers. You know, those stickers with numbers on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we stuck the stickers on our scout uniform, we started Scouting. Haha. We sang some songs, clap some claps and fun some funs. Which was wickedly awesome. Everyone then had to get into lines so we could start the whole thing. I would be lying if I say that my butt didn't hurt because WHOAH, it did. Countdown started and poof.. we were in Malaysia's Book of Records. We all went to the side to take pictures... and I saw a certain King Scout *wink wink*. Everyone were asking about Radio Amateur and I was like Baby, baby, baby, chill. They are so eager, I can't wait seeing them torture a month or two before the exams. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the place where we gathered when we arrived and started singing more songs. We did the Mexican Ale(Wave) and it was CAUGHT ON CAMERA. (Trying to be epic here) 'Bapa ayam' and the 'anak ayams' wanted to go into Pavillion but unfortunately, the bus was already waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syuk then told the bus driver to stop right in front of Carrefour. We jumped out and went to McDonald's to spend the RM10 voucher we all got from Dutch Lady. We ate at the food court, with about 8 tables combined. We talked, we chatted and in the end we walked back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Abg Udy, Kak Mee, Kak Ash, Kat, Syuk, Aniq, Ashekeen, Aliff, Kak Balqis, Alya, Shamira, Amir, Wissal and Anep for a DOWN-RIGHT WICKED DAY. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7949461387567081563?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7949461387567081563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7949461387567081563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7949461387567081563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7949461387567081563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/worlds-milk-day.html' title='World&apos;s Milk Day'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dPlPvg35GVM/TAJtFSc5HmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OzCr69GVTs8/s72-c/32064_396816417277_703137277_3913475_4693678_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-5814903243064865244</id><published>2010-05-25T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:24:47.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy,</title><content type='html'>I miss you. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5814903243064865244?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5814903243064865244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5814903243064865244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5814903243064865244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5814903243064865244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloggy.html' title='Bloggy,'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4359569721685883597</id><published>2010-05-17T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:23:01.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dont wanna eat loads</title><content type='html'>Start eating less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week, you're gonna get hungry and your tummy might grumble a lot but just ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;Second week, your tummy might grumble but you're not gonna be that hungry&lt;br /&gt;Third week, you'd start getting used to it so don't just suddenly eat loads if not you'll have to start again.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth week, you'd feel normal when you eat a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth week and so on, if you eat loads your tummy is gonna hurt like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4359569721685883597?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4359569721685883597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4359569721685883597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4359569721685883597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4359569721685883597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-dont-wanna-eat-loads.html' title='If you dont wanna eat loads'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1513360726264495164</id><published>2010-05-10T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:41:53.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to lock myself in an air-conditioned room with soft cushions and billions of books because I couldn't stand life right now. And I want to go in there and study or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; read because I feel so guilty doing nothing. Throwing my life to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a little brat since I was small. I once cried because I couldn't go to a swimming pool and that was only because we had to rush back home for something. I once cried because my mum told me off and my dad wasn't there to back me up. You know how much of a brat I was when I was small? And you wanna know something, I haven't changed that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Year 6, I had to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UPSR&lt;/span&gt;. I told my dad that I wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember him telling me to promise that I would take care of it. But look at it now. My flash is broken and my lens' mount is broken too. And you know what's worse? They guy said that I dropped it and I COULDN'T EVEN REMEMBER DROPPING IT. And I swear to God I feel so flipping guilty right now. Probably to my camera but more to my dad. He worked so hard to get me a camera and I go around throwing it everywhere. And I know my dad is pissed at me but he's not yelling at me. And that's adding the guiltiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that leads me to how much I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; my mum and my dad. They have given me everything I have asked for and I am here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; them. For example, last year my dad bought me new shoes and he told me that if I didn't pass my RAE, he would take my shoes back. Then after I've passed my RAE, I asked him if we could go to Singapore. HOW SELFISH COULD I BE? I mean, he gave me shoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FGS&lt;/span&gt;.. and I was still asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now.. My parents are probably pissed at me, my sister is probably pissed at me, some random girl is probably pissed at me, some random guy is probably pissed at me and I am really pissed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna know how pathetic I am? While all of this is happening, I am sitting here and blogging while I can go out there and make a change. For a start, I could say sorry to my dad.. then probably to my camera. But am I doing that? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, can I go into that room?&lt;br /&gt;Hint hint, library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1513360726264495164?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1513360726264495164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1513360726264495164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1513360726264495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1513360726264495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-just-want-to-lock-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1134650253468370053</id><published>2010-05-05T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:12:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really bad</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten a really bad headache because you're worrying about something? And then when you have that headache, your tummy starts to ache. And then, you'll feel like puking? It's happening to me right this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my story.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change class. I asked the teacher in charge. He said no. I said okay but later on, if I could go in, please let me. He said okay but try to live with it for now.  After I asked, I went to class and I was like why did I ever thought about moving. And now, I'm worried that he might change me which I doubt he will. But I'm still worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS. IS. GIVING. ME. A. HEADACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read loads of Alam-Nashrah already because long time ago, when my tudung was retarded, mum would usually tell me to read it. Then when I'm searching for something, she would tell me to read it. So basically... I'm gonna read some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WHERE IS MY HISTORY TEXT BOOK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1134650253468370053?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1134650253468370053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1134650253468370053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1134650253468370053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1134650253468370053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/really-bad.html' title='Really bad'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7656066563501657358</id><published>2010-05-05T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:37:14.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Qamaryna, Jehan and Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to eat together?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to go to the place Jehan was because she was a prefect and we couldn't go around together?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to go to each other's house after Co-curriculum?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we went to 7Eleven together?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we sat around reading Boogly?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to have turns for Boogly?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to say bye to each other every time we go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I miss those times... I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Qamaryna's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Hana is always ditching and Jehan is always hanging out with her other friends.&lt;br /&gt;And me? I found new friends. I have new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't ignore the fact that I still miss them. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7656066563501657358?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7656066563501657358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7656066563501657358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7656066563501657358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7656066563501657358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-qamaryna-jehan-and-hana.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2231254316558840530</id><published>2010-04-29T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:05:31.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won to Bukit Gading.&lt;br /&gt;We lost to Bandar Baru Sungai Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;Jaafar was well annoying making faces.&lt;br /&gt;Shah was... well, annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;And they're so rude accepting and declining POIs.&lt;br /&gt;And they keep on laughing every time.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like whacking them.&lt;br /&gt;But they are cool.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept asking me if I was wearing fake specs.&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm not that lame to go around wearing fakes&lt;br /&gt;b) My specs are cool&lt;br /&gt;c) I'm no lumberjack, I'm from 13 Ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stop tuition at the one I'm currently at.&lt;br /&gt;Only if I'm allowed though which I do hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm tired of the daily&lt;br /&gt;''If you don't stop with the attitude, I can stop you.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;It always seem as if I didn't have enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then I continue my sleep in school&lt;br /&gt;Which is not cool&lt;br /&gt;I'll have circles under my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't go unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my lens broke. WICKED right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I need depression pills.&lt;br /&gt;Or someone please pause the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2231254316558840530?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2231254316558840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2231254316558840530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2231254316558840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2231254316558840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-won-to-bukit-gading.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3631374035459955200</id><published>2010-04-22T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:45:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud? Yes.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I stayed up until 2am and I would be lying if I say that I regret doing that. K.Aisyah was helping me out with my debate speech until she didn't get to the hers. Which is making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, today was wonderful. Besides what HD did to me. Malay was really fun, though. We all had to make a mock debater IN MALAY. Syaza and I were of course in. I mean, with my real bad Malay and all. I POI-ed the first speaker of the government and they didn't decline or accept but instead they held up their hand in a wait-a-minute sign. The members of the floor then told me to sit down. Tell me Madam Speaker, since when were they allowed to shout at me telling me to sit down. But then I sat down... and stood up again. A few times at that. Actually... until he finished his speech. I was hackling. That was hackling, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bell rang, people were telling me how I have to be more formal in my speeches. This is a mock debate for the fun of everyone. If you do not like my malay, why didn't you want to replace me? Syaza, Divya and I were the only people that wanted to be in. If you're so good, I beg you to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Civics, everyone went to the library. I was sleepy so I slept. In the library. At one point, HD whacked the table I was sleeping on and I was shocked. This made me wake up and straight jump. Got a head ache after that. He didn't even say sorry. Yes, it was a dare but then he could've said sorry. Instead of saying sorry, he shouted at me. Whose fault was it? His. Who was pissed at me? Him. The guy's mind is corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hana, Jehan, K. Aisyah, Iman and Alicia squished each other at the back of the car and we went to Kopitiam Bangi, my house and back to school. I arrived and Syaza was carrying a stick waving it at me saying how I was late. She then started to beat me up. My back is very sore and I think there's a splinted on my left hand when I tried stopping her. She didn't stop. Everyone just crowded, no one wanted to help me. My friends were there but they didn't do anything, that was when I realised that I was imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We debated and everything. IT WAS FUN. I didn't get to say everything I wanted to say but it doesn't matter. We crossed floor and went out. We were called back in after 10 minutes and she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What we are sure right now is that, Natasha, Syaza, Asma, Hashra and Hidayah will be going to the district debate competition."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And right then, I was so happy because I reached my goal even though I went for the tryouts twice. But I wouldn't be joining them. Shangeetha will. That is because I will be going to Langkawi in about 1 hour and in order for me to be in the group, I will have to be in school on Saturday. I don't really mind not going. I mean, I'm proud of myself. I'm proud that I got to this level. I was able to prove people wrong. I proved that I was and still am basically... great. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in tuition because I swear to God, I couldn't keep my eyes open. And guys, no, I am not getting a cold, having a fever or ill. My head just hurts. I feel as if I banged my head on the wall loads of times. And it's only on one side. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye BRP, Hello Awana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3631374035459955200?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3631374035459955200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3631374035459955200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3631374035459955200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3631374035459955200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/proud-yes.html' title='Proud? Yes.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7537352557521110848</id><published>2010-04-21T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:20:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's Geo Topic : Ikan bakar dengan budu&lt;br /&gt;Today's Geo Topic : Ayam hutan percik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was school but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOUTS' MEETING WAS BELAHDY FUN!&lt;br /&gt;We made fire, we started cooking tomyam with them artificial crab balls. Yu Xi Yu made the fire, we just helped out. *nods* I then dropped a tomyam cube and the crab balls in water and then cooked it. In the end, I only ate one and a half crab balls because Ken stole the other half. -.-' Seriously gonna call him a food nicker or something. He wasn't the only one though, people came up to me trying to take it. Tight kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was all so fun that I am so sleepy and tired right now but I still have to prepare for debate tomorrow, finish of my report and my english. Which is gay because I want to sleep. But... I've got to do what I've got to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7537352557521110848?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7537352557521110848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7537352557521110848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7537352557521110848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7537352557521110848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/pe.html' title='Pe?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9041259764350886302</id><published>2010-04-19T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:13:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Pavillion... for the first time ever, yesterday. Brought back home 2 dark 'denim' trousers/pants. One Utama is more fun beside, if I were to go to Pavillion by myself, I would probably need a tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was given another chance in debate. I went for last week's tryout and I failed so MT gave me another chance. Suprisingly, I got in. I was first speaker of the government team. *cough* PN consulted us one by one which is really cool because we would know what we have to improve individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;''You have talent'' - PN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRITAIN'S GOT TALENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tuition was alright. KAisyah was with Muaz while waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;F: Muaz's cute not like his sister.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was told that Muaz looks like me. So if Muaz is cute, I'm cute too. (Okay, perasan gila) I'm only messing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mami's not well, she's ill. SHE MISSES HAKIM THAT MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the sky will still be smoky in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can go visit Hakim this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET WELL SOON MAMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-9041259764350886302?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9041259764350886302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9041259764350886302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9041259764350886302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9041259764350886302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-went-to-pavillion.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4028617779092723705</id><published>2010-04-14T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:55:34.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right round</title><content type='html'>School was school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Geography topic: Mee Bandung Muar&lt;br /&gt;Main objective: Make everyone hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was weird? Or not. For ILS, we all had to go to the workshop downstairs. I went down the stairs between block B and C. Then I pulled Syaza and we went down the other one because of a particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ILST: Tengok, baguslah formen kamu, tunggu semua orang ambil baru dia ambil.&lt;br /&gt;Me: =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We had PE after that and I sat down and chatted because I was too lazy to go around jumping. During break time, me and Syaza went walking around. I miss that. =D We straight went up when the bell rang. Geo then BM. We just read during BM. I slept for a bit because I was so bloody sleepy. Then came Science. What happened in Science? Right. Nothing. But but, the seedling my group had grew like real nice. Better than everyone elses'. Which is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and came back for scouts. SCOUTS = WELL SICK. We had to light a fire using 10 match sticks and wood. Me, Ken and this Form 4 dude were in one team. We were like last. But our grass-burn pattern was wicked. We have to make Tom Yam next week. Eeek. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had steak. Too much = Me F-ingLP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4028617779092723705?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4028617779092723705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4028617779092723705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4028617779092723705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4028617779092723705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-round.html' title='right round'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7570679043141795308</id><published>2010-04-13T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:47:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I was pissed this morning. Sometimes, I wish that K.Aisyah would go to school by bus so Papa will only have to send me to school. Because I get really pissed every time I'm late. And usually, the reason I'm late is because of K.Aisyah. I also lost my wallet/purse. Thank God I took my 20 out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do some essay during Malay. And I totally hate that. Art was alright, I guess. I'm gonna miss my art teacher though. She's so cool and nice to me though not many people agree with me on that. Break time was just like that. During IE, I fell asleep. K.Aisyah then came and asked for money. DUDE, TELL ME, HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO ASK MONEY FROM ME? I'M NOT YOUR MONEY VENDOR plus you don't pay me back. After that, we had Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally math. Amman kept telling me how he wants me to move class and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MT=Maths teacher&lt;br /&gt;MT: He's really going to miss you, Asma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nods* I know.&lt;br /&gt;Am: No.. I can't wait for her to go.&lt;br /&gt;MT: hahaa. sure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just wait, Amman. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Papa then picked me up so I didn't have to stay back. THANK YOU, PAPA. :D I don't like staying back anymore. Staying back is annoying these days. I went for Sofball and Faiz threw a ball and it hit my arm. OUCH, anyone?! Al-F then kept telling me how I'm suppose to catch properly. -.-' Sure, sure, I'll catch properly next time. *makes a really bored face* I then tried batting. Didn't hit any, at all. I was well good at cricket, alright? Fine maybe not 'well' good. But still good. Okay, fine. URGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7570679043141795308?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7570679043141795308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7570679043141795308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7570679043141795308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7570679043141795308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2912551431509429616</id><published>2010-04-12T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:41:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what? *sleeps*</title><content type='html'>Blogging on a regular basis again. Not everyday, twice in a week or something. Okay, that is not regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a prefect something something before. Nawal and I were like ''Okay.. tepuk!'' and we were clapping. It was kind of stupid. But yeah. Syaza was sleeping behind us. Pfftthh, not unusual. I'm used to it anyway. She went home after assembly stating that she was ill. Long time ago, when we were hurt, Mrs Smith would call our parents up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then, during lunch time, if Mrs Smith and Mrs Lewis had something to do, Morgan and I would go to the office and answer the phone. IT WAS WELL WICKED. I wish we could do something like that here. But you know, they wouldn't trust me. Not even with an angelic and innocent face like mine. Heh. Heh. (pukes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break time, we sang Happy Birthday to Jehan. And like normal, some jealous people had to mock us. But who cares right? We got the cake and they didn't. The guys are disgusting. Cut a slice and poof all gone. Then they end up with cake-covered fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, umm.. I felt as if I was on the monthlies before. I was all happy before IE then I didn't feel like talking afterwards... so I didn't. AR was all annpying me so I ended up ignoring him which I don't do often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was cool. New add ons. Bloody crowded now. I wish it was like long time ago, H, J, F, R, H, R, G, M, G, S, L, X, X and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2912551431509429616?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2912551431509429616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2912551431509429616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2912551431509429616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2912551431509429616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-sleeps.html' title='what? *sleeps*'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7956740017117272303</id><published>2010-04-11T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:00:28.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerblades... no.</title><content type='html'>I went to Skateline yesterday, I arrived and started checking out the skates. They guy then came up to me and asked me how much do I know about rollerblades. I obviously answered non. Then the guy told me not to buy any. But I'm gonna buy it. Sooner or later. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually get what the guy was trying to say. He told me not to buy rollerblades but I WANT ONE. Then he told me the difference between cheap skates and the not-so-cheap skates. Then.. I don't get the guy. Honestly. Then he searched for K2's rollerblade that is my size. He found one. I asked him about Rollerblade's and he said that I shouldn't buy those ones because the spare parts are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, what am I suppose to buy? My dad was saying how Skateline wants people to use skates properly not just for a one time sport. Yano what I mean? Like you rollerblade for real and not like once in your life time. BUT I WANT ROLLERBLADESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7956740017117272303?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7956740017117272303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7956740017117272303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7956740017117272303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7956740017117272303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/rollerblades-no.html' title='Rollerblades... no.'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9154011760900166009</id><published>2010-04-09T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:12:58.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S781iVl5GaI/AAAAAAAAATw/IoazMxAPyaE/s1600/me+and+hakim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780bph3ljI/AAAAAAAAATg/W-RLP2Zi4EQ/s400/DSC02044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138923005351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780a3qgSkI/AAAAAAAAATY/rWip1zTKNvc/s1600/DSC01896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780a3qgSkI/AAAAAAAAATY/rWip1zTKNvc/s400/DSC01896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138909619800642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780aLutqXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mZSMIwk5Xws/s1600/DSC01902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780aLutqXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mZSMIwk5Xws/s400/DSC01902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138897826294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780ZHu47PI/AAAAAAAAATI/UmnrVEPDDnk/s1600/00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780ZHu47PI/AAAAAAAAATI/UmnrVEPDDnk/s400/00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138879573421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780YUd24-I/AAAAAAAAATA/jNHFAv-uY0I/s1600/00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S780YUd24-I/AAAAAAAAATA/jNHFAv-uY0I/s400/00046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138865811776482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A'ah, aku rindu adik aku.&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/311111708686853527-9154011760900166009?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9154011760900166009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9154011760900166009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9154011760900166009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9154011760900166009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/aah-aku-rindu-adik-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dPlPvg35GVM/S781iVl5GaI/AAAAAAAAATw/IoazMxAPyaE/s72-c/me+and+hakim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-1353935187819768764</id><published>2010-04-09T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:34:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>I wanna blog in malay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak kekalkan bahasa ibunda. Haha. Lawak kan? Okay, tak lawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah dah semakin boring, aku dah semakin malas. Malas nak blog. Malas nak tulis panjang-panjang. Kat sekolah dah cukup dah perah otak. Ni ada satu karangan lagi belum siap. Kan senang kalau semua kerja boleh guna laptop. Tak perlu susah-susah tulis dengan tangan. Beli seminggu, satu tape warna putih. Dakwat pen pun dah dekat habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebernanya, aku blog hari ini pun sebab nak kutuk orang. Ceh, tak ada kerja kutuk orang dalam blog. Depan-depan cukup, betul tak? Tak lama lagi, kena tukar kelas. Sumpah tak suka. Dah 2 tahun sama kelas dengan mamat kecoh. Nanti mesti rindu. Tu lah kan? Yang selalu kita kutuk tu lah yang nanti kita rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sambung nanti. Nak kena mandi untuk pergi tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru balik. Malas nak makan. Heh. Heh. Sah, sah nanti kena panggil. Apa.. emm..? Ha! Minggu depan kot pindah kelas. Kawan dah ada. Persekitaran baru, cikgu baru, ni yang tak suka ni. Aku memang susah nak biasakan diri dengan orang. Dulu-dulu, bila baru balik, susah gila lah. Benci kelas, benci sekolah.. benci negara pun pernah kot. Kunci diri dalam bilik en, tak nak pergi sekolah. Lepas itu, bila kena pindah dari Seksyen 5 ke BRP, lagi lah sakit hati. Sampai-sampai, boleh katakan aku tak cakap. Kalau cakap pun, mesti dengan Qamaryna... sampai dia benci aku. o0. Ni nak pindah sekali lagi. Tahun depan, insyaAllah nak pindah sekali lagi. Nanti Form 5 pun kena pindah. Aku tak suka lah pindah-pindah. Menyusahkan diri je. Tapi, dalam hidup kan kene menganjak ke depan. Ada ke perkataan menganjak. Meh, sapa kisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti sah-sah rindu classmate. Kalau perempuan semua satu kelas, okay juga tapi ni, ada yang akan ke RK1 ada yang akan ke RK2. Tapi aku tahu siapa yang aku takkan rindu. Minah kepoh dan mamat gelabah. Tu memang lah aku takkan rindu. Tadi dah lah mamat gelabah tu nak cari gaduh ngan aku. Minah kepoh, tak payah lah cakap. Harap-harap aku bukan satu kelas dengan dia. Selamba gila aku kutuk, en?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1353935187819768764?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1353935187819768764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1353935187819768764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1353935187819768764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1353935187819768764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3840076533332529373</id><published>2010-04-03T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:51:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o0</title><content type='html'>I wonder why I never thought of blogging yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day in McDonalds with Hana... doing our folio. *looks around* Heh. Heh. Refilled like gazillions of times and I finally got my fries and ice cream. Really nice when you eat it together. :)&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sadiq, Farah and their friends. Heh. Heh? I straight went to tuition after that and... then Hana came over to my house because her mum was in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3840076533332529373?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3840076533332529373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3840076533332529373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3840076533332529373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3840076533332529373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/04/o0.html' title='o0'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3729040264405172467</id><published>2010-03-31T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:33:16.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout (1)</title><content type='html'>Scout's second perjumpaan = FUN!&lt;br /&gt;AMAR RUGI TAK DATANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Persetiaan pengakap&lt;br /&gt;2) Pisang goreng game&lt;br /&gt;3) Make a sentence game&lt;br /&gt;4) Lawan pantun&lt;br /&gt;5) 'Guess the person' game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LAUGHED OUR HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my geo teacher likes to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me and Amman were fighting&lt;br /&gt;CMD: Eh, suami isteri tak bagus gaduh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-' &lt;/blockquote&gt;Nawal started picking on me during KH. And I HAD PIZZA! (Perdana's pizza) =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3729040264405172467?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3729040264405172467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3729040264405172467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3729040264405172467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3729040264405172467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/scout-1.html' title='Scout (1)'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-6525180199044268505</id><published>2010-03-30T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:56:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:900%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9W2FTW&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/311111708686853527-6525180199044268505?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6525180199044268505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6525180199044268505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6525180199044268505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6525180199044268505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/9w2ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-517866858694746385</id><published>2010-03-28T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:44:47.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arwah Wak Umi</title><content type='html'>Wak Umi passed away at around 1. We straight went to Kuala Selangor from Muar. I didn't get to see Wak Umi because we arrived late. When we arrived, Wak was fully covered. They then went to the grave yard. Mami and Papa got to see Wak but I didn't because I am on bloody period. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wak has been nothing but great to us. She was going through something and I just found out today. She didn't want anyone knowing. Even Hakim knew. I was left in the dark. But you know, sometimes we just have to respect some one's privacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time we saw her was when we had that barbecue at our house. I think she slept in my room. I was upstairs with Kak Aisyah. I didn't know that that would be the last time I saw her. I mean, who would, right? I don't know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes, when you're sad, you tend to think or talk about something else to just get your mind off that something? But then you know that you'd have to face it sooner or later? That sucks, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never go back to kampung to see pulut especially made for me. And if there were, it would never be the same anymore. Then i would never clean my room anymore because Wak was coming over. We wouldn't see Wak every eid anymore. This is making me cry. Wak was and still is the best aunt you could ever have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-fatihah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, where is the letter from MCMC telling me that I now have a callsign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-517866858694746385?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/517866858694746385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=517866858694746385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/517866858694746385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/517866858694746385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/arwah-wak-umi.html' title='Arwah Wak Umi'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3681711424565498237</id><published>2010-03-23T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:18:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumut</title><content type='html'>DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;We left early in the morning and arrived at 12, was it? Had to wait for Papa and Hakim to pray. They brought KFC along. So we ate KFC without the chilli sauce for the first time ever! WHOA. Kay, no. Since it was bloody warm outside, we stayed in until Asar and we went to town. We actually went to the port. So we walked along the side with Muaz running here and there. We wanted to watch the sunset but buildings were covering it. In the end, we went home to pray and shower. After that, we went out again to eat. We went to this one place which I don't know what it's called, it was a seafood restaurant though. We had dinner. Like real dinner. Like really really table full dinner. You don't get me? I know. Haha. IFLP in the car, I ate too much. We then went to this island and it was actually a soon-to-be port - for the ships. Then we went back to the apartment and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and got ready to go to the beach. We were like YAY! On the way, we stopped at the side to buy Nasi Lemak then we ate burnt Roti Canai for breakfast. Wicked, no? Anyway, after that, we reached Teluk Batik and had to walk proper far cos they wouldn't let cars in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the water and I wanted to swim so I went deeper. And I was there, not bothering anyone until I felt something touch my thumb. The water was up to my arm and suddenly I felt something touching my thumb. I reacted that instant and I obviously pushed it away. I swam and honestly, I wasn’t moving that much but I just wanted to get away from that gooey, horrid thing.   &lt;p&gt;Once I was back on shore, I showed my mum my thumb that was stung and she said that it was nothing. It started to sting and white dots started revealing. I was scared. I don’t want to be a thumb short. Being a sissy I am, I started crying. My mum then got my sister to get this gel from the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sitting on the sand with my dad and suddenly, I felt something on my left. So I jumped and that was so gay of me. Phobia of moving things. Hah. Hah. After my dad applied the gel on my thumb, the white dots started to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After playing with the sand and everything, we had to go. So I payed one bloody ringgit to shower. After that, my sister and I bought some keledek to eat in the car and we drove back all happy. First thing I did was... Waida min. We stopped at this Briyani shop to buy some briyani and the guy that was packing out briyani was A TOTAL PAIN IN THE ASS. He glared and technically shouted at me for saying I want NASI KOSONG when I wanted NASI PUTIH. Wowwee. I nearly swore at the guy, I didn't. I don't care if he's old, he shouldn't disrespect other people. Anyway, Papa then went and brought back the briyani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the apartment and ate. Then... guess what we did? WE CRASHED IN FRONT OF THE TV! Which was bloody fun. I slept, like what else would I do, right? When it was Asar, I went to the swimming pool and swam. I wanted to dive in but once, I did and my nose scratched a bit cos it was too shallow. I'm a tall kid, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Maghrib, we went to this one seafood shop and bladibladibla. The tomyam wasn't enough. But atleast I didn't FLP. After that, Papa dropped us at this place to buy souvenirs but there were non so Aisyah suggested that we go to the market. When Papa dropped us off at the market, we realised that Muaz's pram was at the shop so they went to get it. As what I thought, there wasn't any souvenirs at the market but there were leeches, on people's face. Anyway, after that we walked to this other place and it was actually closing but this guy reopened his shop for us. In the end, we got what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We packed up and went home early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT IT TAKES 4 TURNS TO GET YOU FROM LUMUT TO BRP?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3681711424565498237?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3681711424565498237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3681711424565498237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3681711424565498237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3681711424565498237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/lumut.html' title='Lumut'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-230692973817942593</id><published>2010-03-18T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:36:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bytche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WWe4bKxf1I&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/9WWe4bKxf1I&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesse-songs-marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Lumur tomorrow. Can I wait? Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. The excitement I had last week has already died down. Am I going to spoil everyone's fun? Probably but unintentionally. Hakim will be off on Sunday, I honestly can't wait. He keeps getting on my nerves one second and all friendly the next. I can't remember the word for people who keeps changing emotion, help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Qamaryna today. It would be a lie if I say that I don't miss her. We chatted like we used to, long time ago. With all the crapping. It was World Geography, one minute and hippies, the other. Like how it used to be like. I can't wait for her to come back but it's not like she's going to stay in SMK BRP, toughie. Atleast she can still come to my house and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non of my friends from my previous schools in Malaysia have ever stepped into my house. Not even during Eid. And now look, I have friends coming over after school and everything. BRP is a one social-changing community for me. And I'm glad that I'm not in Bukit Antarabangsa. It was too far from civilisation. Fine, it wasn't. It was too far from my school, too hard to hang out and too dangerous to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universal Studios Singapore is now open! OMG LIKE OMG. No, I'm not going. Tickets are bloody expensive and the economy is going down. It's also very limited to only a few people because it's still on it's developing stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist yesterday. To get braces to be exact. The dentist then broke all my hope of getting braces with one single sentence which was "If you know you will be moving, it's better if you don't start now". What can I say? I'm not allowed getting braces 'til what? So if you think about it, I couldn't get it this year. I might/couldn't take it next year. The year after that is a total no-no. And if I were to go to America, it's really expensive (I THINK) and then I couldn't afford it. I might have to skip study time to go to the dentist. You get the shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEDA GO PACK. HATE HATE HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-230692973817942593?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/230692973817942593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=230692973817942593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/230692973817942593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/230692973817942593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/bytche.html' title='Bytche'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-4232523219601336040</id><published>2010-03-14T09:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:19:38.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Day 3</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the Debate room. I don't know which school vs which. So yeah. Can't say anything like that. Instead of the hall, we had to go to the auditorium. So I came first then Syaza. Followed by the rest. Hiqmal, Brian and Aisyah ditched. Sack them. When they did the roll call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TW: SMK BRP?&lt;br /&gt;Sy: Here&lt;br /&gt;AH: Nooooo..&lt;br /&gt;TW: No.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kay. That was gay. After that, I texted Kevin. Eeek. Kay no. Suddenly we saw Kevin, Eeu Jin and Karmen coming towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin: Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidayah: Hye. What are you guys doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin: To see our good friends. Hye Asma! Hye Syaza! Hye Adam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All3ofus: Hye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeu Jin and Karmen just waved so we waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kay, then Syaza, Adam and I went to one of the room to watch. One team had the wrong title so we had to wait another 15 minutes. After everything finished, we went into the auditorium. We found out that Karmen and Eeu Jin went home but Kevin stayed. Kevin was suppose to hang around with us but I think his other team member stayed aswell so he went with them. After that, Hidayah, Sarah and Cammy went to One Utama whilst Syaza went to Mid Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left me and Adam. In the end, I decided to call Papa and he came. I felt really guilty leaving Adam but he said that he didn't mind. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home and then had to go to Muar.&lt;br /&gt;Bladi bladi bla. That's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUESS WHOSE MYSPACE I FOUND?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4232523219601336040?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4232523219601336040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4232523219601336040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4232523219601336040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4232523219601336040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/debate-day-3.html' title='Debate Day 3'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-3039349508782261739</id><published>2010-03-13T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:42:01.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5uV-Z41IlI/AAAAAAAAASU/M46m2PDsUfU/s1600-h/DSC_6495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5uV-Z41IlI/AAAAAAAAASU/M46m2PDsUfU/s320/DSC_6495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448113073568424530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hidayah, Adam, Eeu Jin, Kevin, Karmen and Syaza&lt;br /&gt;(My turn tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Shanti came so it was cool. We had breakfast followed by the 3rd Round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;3rd Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;THBT prisoners should be allowed to vote&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THBT the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy severely weakens gay rights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THW allow polygamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mrs Shanti and I went with Hidayah's group. I think it was against... shyte. I can't remember. Was it against Aminuddin Baki? Seriously can't remember. But it was an all-girls team. They were good and in my opinion, our school were good aswell. But we lost with a close margin so that's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4th Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THW support military intervention in Somalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THW pull out NATO forces from Kabul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THW apply the one child policy in India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bold would be Hidayah's group and italic would be Aisyah's. I followed Hidayah's group and I'm well glad. When I found out their motion, I was seriously shocked because I don't even know anything about Somalia. I didn't even know where it is. Anyway, after all the shiz in the debate room, all of us went out. And the group they were against, Sri Gardens were surprisingly really kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kevin kept asking Hidayah if she was alright and everything. Real sweet. All of them were really kind basically. Kevin, Karmen and Eeu Jin. They weren't stuck ups and they were just really friendly. In the end, we got each other's email and I basically have them on my facebook. Well right now, I just have Karmen and Eeu Jin because Kevin hasn't accepted me yet but they're really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we chatted and chatted, we went to the hall. We were one of the early ones. All of us wanted to eat in the cafeteria but it was well warm so we went back up and ate in the hall. I added Karmen, Eeu Jin and Kevin in the hall. I straight went to them after I added Karmen. I then asked Eeu Jin for his facebook, I gave him the netbook and he friend requested himself. After that he whipped out his iPhone and said "I'll approve you right now". Then a second later I received a notification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5th Round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;THW go easy on the students who download music illegally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THW ban the broadcast of videos by terrorists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THW protect the celebrities not the paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I went with Aisyah's group this time. I felt like slapping the opposition team across the face. ISTG, they annoy the hell out of me. Since it was the 'silent round', the adjudicator couldn't say anything afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it all finished, we met up with the Sri Gardens and asked how was it. I think they had to do the one about broadcasting videos by terrorists. Said bye to Kevin and Karen then went downstairs. We met up with the BBSB kids and bladibladibla. Eeu Jin then came up to us and said bye. Tee Hee. Kay. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm really tired and I'll be shutting my eyes right now. Kay. BLINKED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-3039349508782261739?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3039349508782261739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=3039349508782261739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3039349508782261739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/3039349508782261739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/debate-day-2.html' title='Debate Day 2'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5uV-Z41IlI/AAAAAAAAASU/M46m2PDsUfU/s72-c/DSC_6495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-6977117794320157785</id><published>2010-03-12T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:35:41.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Day 1</title><content type='html'>I shall keep everyone on facebook updated with debate. Heh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I as reserve just went around KDU searching for the right rooms. I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMK BRP A - Won once against SMK BBSB&lt;br /&gt;SMK BRP B - Didn't win at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to watch SMK BRP A debate because I had to give group B some moral support which didn't turn out well. Their second match was with CBN and they were totally kind. I mean, after the debate they were talking to us not like the previous group. The adjudicator, Daniel, was really kind as well... despite the fact of his Nike Zoom. Lalala. He was kind, helpful and polite. His helper too. I didn't catch that kakak's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, everything was nice and cool. I'm just really tired of walking everywhere. My leg hurts from the cramp I got yesterday. o0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6977117794320157785?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6977117794320157785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6977117794320157785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6977117794320157785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6977117794320157785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/debate-day-1.html' title='Debate Day 1'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-281350409316017796</id><published>2010-03-11T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:07:20.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5jqhWuLJNI/AAAAAAAAASA/jpD4yDzixPY/s1600-h/DSC_6263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5jqhWuLJNI/AAAAAAAAASA/jpD4yDzixPY/s320/DSC_6263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361608060445906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan best kalau aku update hari-hari macam dulu-dulu. Tak payah lah aku rasa (translation page) bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like typing in Malay but I don't want to be them people who couldn't type in Malay properly and think they could. Not that I'm saying I can type in English properly. Sack all that. I will be typing in Gibberish starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I found out like last year that it's gibberish and not jibrish. That was sad, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debaters are the coolest people ever these days. I am forced to look at them every single day not that it's a bad thing. I rarely see my friends in school and I don't like it. But sometimes you can't have everything you like. Right? We just have to be tuition besties now since there are people that are not old-news like me in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fun. We had debate practice after break time and then we went to McDonalds after home time. Walking there was a pain. Honestly. We hung out in McDonalds and ate fries with ice-cream, you know. The normal stuff. I think I refilled 3 times and I didn't even need to piss. I am so proud of myself. Walking back was better than walking there. We had our drinks in our hand and it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in school and I went up to the Language room but not without torture. I was walking up and my leg felt as if someone twisted it. So I basically fell. It kills alright. That was the first cramp I had in school and the worst. If I was alone, I think I would've cried. But I wasn't. KAisyah and Adam helped me and then Syaza ditched us. Gay fag. :P Aisyah then went up and waited upstairs. She then started to tell me to hurry up. FGS, it bloody hurts. Adam was being all 'sweet' following me patiently until my leg stopped hurting. We were told that we couldn't be in the language room as a flatscreen TV was in there. The headteacher then said something about letting all the pos-PMR watch Disney Channel. Haha. We went to 4s1 afterthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of motions that we thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT government should spend money on school and not other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT experiments on animals should be stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT Justin Bieber is gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT Justin Bieber should hit puberty before he starts recording songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT school should plan out a day when a Disney character could come and visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THBT Google is better than Yahoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, just because I like Google, it doesn't mean the Gov team won. After everything finished, Adam went to get his car and he sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished off the pizza that we ordered. Papa or was it Mami, told us to order it since they're coming home late. And whoever made my twisty sticks have got to stop working in Dominos. Go to pizza hut or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TWISTY STICKS WERE ALL RETARDED! Swear to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Did you dye your hair black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you seem like a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of you all day last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was at the zoo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-281350409316017796?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/281350409316017796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=281350409316017796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/281350409316017796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/281350409316017796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/zaaaaa.html' title='Zaaaaa'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dPlPvg35GVM/S5jqhWuLJNI/AAAAAAAAASA/jpD4yDzixPY/s72-c/DSC_6263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-6948702607084881762</id><published>2010-03-09T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:25:13.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't mean too.&lt;br /&gt;I did actually.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim is going to Langkawi soon... very soon. He has got his MRSM shoes already. I cannot say no more. Papa bought Hakim and himself a ticket right after he found out. Everyone's excited and very very sad at the same time. Our holiday WILL be affected. Imagine Hakim coming back home and Muaz running away from him. I'm just saying. *both hands up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was WELL COOL. I was bored. School was never fun. Well maybe... Kay, sack that. Then Rashid threw a packet with glue all over it. I asked Rashid to pass it to me, he didn't have it so he threw me an air ball. I then caught it and threw it back at him. People saw that so I started throwing it at other people. But the thing that really made my day was when I told GCY to watch out, HE DUCKED! Then he looked behind him to see what flew by. Totally made my day. I LIKE MY CLASSMATES. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-6948702607084881762?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6948702607084881762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=6948702607084881762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6948702607084881762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/6948702607084881762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1173588131754707287</id><published>2010-02-28T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:56:19.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a few</title><content type='html'>I don't care but whatever happen, you have to remember that it's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get myself. I don't understand why I don't have enough time to blog. I can go on Tumblr, Facebook, Formspring, Deviantart and no blogger? What is wrong with me. I think I need someone to knock me in the head. Hold on. Don't. Please don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is Sunday which is the beginning of a new week, next week on Monday, tests will start. I think I lost my schedule. I can't find it but fear no more... something something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, we had a mock debate. It was awesome. Well not exactly but I was the adjudicator so that was alright. It was between Adam-Hiqmal-Amman and Syaza-Nazri-Aiman/Farah. It was fun though. In then end, the government team won because the rebutted good and the opposition obviously lost and that's only because they gave out points and no rebutions. They spoke between 1-3 minutes without the pause and uhmmsss. If yano what I mean. It was around 3 something when everything finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the pizza I got from Raqib's leaving party. Then I went to 7Eleven with Jehan, Aiman, Nazri, Gab and whoelse? We ended up hanging in 7Eleven. Then we went to the court. After that, Jehan teman-ed me back to school and she went to the court. I went to the field wearing my school uniform feeling awkward. I wasn't bothered to change. I was already late. Heh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall stop now as the internet will be blocked in a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1173588131754707287?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1173588131754707287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1173588131754707287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1173588131754707287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1173588131754707287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-care-but-whatever-happen-you.html' title='In a few'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2384489417083426741</id><published>2010-02-23T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:18:47.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened over the holidays but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I now know what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;I now know what I have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;And I now have the will to not disappoint anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a disappointment to my family anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disappoint my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disappoint my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disappoint my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, I studied.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever...&lt;br /&gt;without getting told to.&lt;br /&gt;without second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;without any lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I swear that I'll try to keep this going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2384489417083426741?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2384489417083426741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2384489417083426741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2384489417083426741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2384489417083426741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-831440131411556829</id><published>2010-02-22T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:32:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me likey this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Keyboard had no one poking it since last Tuesday. Sorry matey.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proper sleepy. I missed one hell of a lot of posts and I'm not bothered to do it. I seriously need to get my schedule straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay.. yesterday, I had to pack to come back here. When we were in the car, M was saying how there were no complications today. I'm not saying that you know, there's non because of me. But yesterday, I seriously tried to keep out of trouble. I did what I was suppose to and honestly, I think I did a great job on that. I didn't get in trouble yesterday, I'm not sure if I pissed anyone off but I'm so proud of myself. I shall keep this up. I mean, when I don't get in trouble, life feels better. It feels light, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I fell asleep in class. I dreamt that the teacher of the subject after didn't come. I woke up. Then I continued doing my work. After that lesson, a relief teacher came in. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and BTW Hakim,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not DAFT, DUMB, STUPID or AN IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;You should get your facts right before trying to have a stupid fight with someone that knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=that%27s+what+she+said"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=that%27s+what+she+said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READ IT. UNDERSTAND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's Justin Derulo and not Justin Rerulo no matter what you ears hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-831440131411556829?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/831440131411556829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=831440131411556829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/831440131411556829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/831440131411556829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-missed-lot.html' title='I missed a lot'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5276666792890409742</id><published>2010-02-15T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:43:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE SKATING</title><content type='html'>ICE SKATING WAS BBEEELLLAAAHHHDDDYYYY FUUUUUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. Seriously. All the anak-anak mak came which includes Syameem, Jazli, Kak Iqa, Aiman, Faiz, KAisyah, Hakim and myself. No Muaz cos... just no. Oh and Kak Ngah brought us. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first hour, I fell once. It was all nice and peaceful. After 12.30, I fell 8 times. Well I think it was 8 times and believe it or not... IT WAS ALL AT THE SAME PLACE. On the top, left corner if you're from the lift. It was bloody crowded too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few falls, I went out because the back of my leg started hurting. I found out that my skin was peeled off. I had this surprised face on and the guy in front of me started laughing. Funny, ain't it? No. Anyway, I started limping towards Hakim for a plaster. After that, I skated and since my left foot hurts, I used my right foot. And yes, it was hard. I kept falling and all of my falls ended with a large bump on the rink floor. Okay.. OBVIOUSLY. Haha. Anyway, I basically skidded and then fell. But it was all totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 years of not touching the rink and I still got it. HECK YEAH! Haha. Perasan gilaaaa. Oh and I know what I want for my birthday this year. *wink wink* ;) I'll take the cab, don't worry. HAHAHA. After I have given up on falling, all of us went to the surau to pray then headed to Pizza Hut. We ate LOADS. Then when we wanted to bill, Jazli pressed the bill button 3 times and Faiz pressed it once. It came well late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pizza, we walked to popular then had our desert. It was the Hot n Fold thing. I think that that's the name. And no, when I did a double that, it was purposely done. Kak Ngah hit the side post when she wanted to go out of the valet parking spot. She was all worried. We got lost somewhere there but in the end, after a few guess-turns, we were on the motorway again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at my house, we all ate Mee Bandung Muar and went to the half-court... yano, testing out the new basketball. Heh. Heh. We played from like I don't know what time until 7.15. But the last 15 minutes, only Mami, Hakim and KAisyah played cos the rest went home. Oh and I scored every shot I took except one the last 15 minutes and I only got 2 in while the rest were still there. Like WTH Asma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, before at the ice skating rink, innit I fell like 9 times and like all 9 times, I had people helping me. Well, I then went to the surau and I fell at the wudhu place. Yes it was wet but I didn't mind because I was already wet from the rink. So then this woman went out of the surau and you know what she said? "Oh, nasib baik, bukan anak aku" Then she went back in. How great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TODAY WAS SO FREAKING WICKED THAT I WANT TO REPEAT IT RIGHT NOW, IF I CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and i don't even care that my legs are killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5276666792890409742?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5276666792890409742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5276666792890409742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5276666792890409742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5276666792890409742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-skating.html' title='ICE SKATING'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4479811478152685431</id><published>2010-02-13T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:17:22.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision made</title><content type='html'>I have decided to update everything from where I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: *switched off the tele while H was playing on his PS3*&lt;br /&gt;H: HEY!&lt;br /&gt;A: O00. Why is it so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;H: Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;A: No... why is it so dirty? Omg. It's so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;H: *stood up and hit A with a pillow and proceeded to switch the tele on*&lt;br /&gt;A: *switched it back off* It's so dirty... We need to get this clean.&lt;br /&gt;H: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;A: Jaga Muaz.&lt;br /&gt;H: *went to take care of Muaz*&lt;br /&gt;A: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;H: *Got Muaz and made Muaz sit on A*&lt;br /&gt;A: WTH MANNN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after a while-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: *Went in A's room*&lt;br /&gt;A: WHAT THE?&lt;br /&gt;H: *switched off the monitor* Why is it so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;(continued doing that for ages)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we cracked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4479811478152685431?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4479811478152685431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4479811478152685431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4479811478152685431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4479811478152685431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/decision-made.html' title='Decision made'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5436017333732198036</id><published>2010-02-11T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:36:19.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USW?</title><content type='html'>Ustazah say whhhaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got low marks for my RE. I had to ketuk ketampi 50 times. And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of my exam paper&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm begging you for mercy, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;U: Yolah tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ustazah, kenapa ustazah tulis dalam tu?&lt;br /&gt;U: Record markah?&lt;br /&gt;A: A'ah&lt;br /&gt;U: Memang lah kena. Buat lawak lah kamu ni&lt;br /&gt;A: Gelak lah&lt;br /&gt;U: Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Asma, tanya kakak kamu macam mana dia study. Dia okay.&lt;br /&gt;A: Dia punya formative fail, tahun lepas&lt;br /&gt;U: So sama lah ni?&lt;br /&gt;A: A'ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE A COOL USTAZAH&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHUUUTTT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and MOFO means Mother F word. You're not allowed calling me that anymore even when we're having those insult fights we used to get into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5436017333732198036?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5436017333732198036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5436017333732198036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5436017333732198036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5436017333732198036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/usw.html' title='USW?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2323806540463003137</id><published>2010-02-09T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:03:33.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration day, COME ON!</title><content type='html'>Forgive me dear blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition, Homework, Formative Test, Tumblr and Facebook is making me have no time for you but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S3EIm_3YUmI/AAAAAAAAARw/0l78xX15934/s1600-h/RAE+Result.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPlPvg35GVM/S3EIm_3YUmI/AAAAAAAAARw/0l78xX15934/s320/RAE+Result.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436135691284664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2323806540463003137?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2323806540463003137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2323806540463003137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2323806540463003137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2323806540463003137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/forgive-me-dear-blogger.html' title='Celebration day, COME ON!'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dPlPvg35GVM/S3EIm_3YUmI/AAAAAAAAARw/0l78xX15934/s72-c/RAE+Result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-276399006641636648</id><published>2010-02-07T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:21:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL</title><content type='html'>Another week of sleeping late. Isn't this just great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being young... not that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago, I will get told off if I sleep later than 10. The computer MUST be switched off at 10 if not, I'll be a dead human's meat. These days, the computer will be switched off when the mood comes and sleeping at 10 is no longer a must. It's probably a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks will be piled on the left side of my short little study desk. Text books and loads of paper on top of it. Then there will be me. On the carpet, holding a blue pen and a black pen at the same time with a book on my lap. A text book in front to copy off awaiting for the neck ache. Once it strikes, change position. Up on the computer chair and opening up multiple tabs. Facebook, Tumblr, Formspring, Blogger, MLIA, Youtube and then there will be one more tab open; for all the FYs that haven't been read during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the time will magically appear and the shock will come. When out of the shock, I will rise from the chair and go back on the floor. Ouch! My neck. Into the bathroom to take my wudhu then off to the prayer mat. After four rakaats, out I go with my school uniform. A few burnt fingers later, the aircond will be on and I'll look around. Angry at my messed up bedroom, I'll close my eyes, grab a book and my phone then proceed to lie down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babar with a pink suit will cover my sight and I shall read my book in peace. Ah! I forgotten something. My bag for the next day. I then will stand up, half a sleep and get all the books ready. Done that, back on the bed then I'll be sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours later, a knock on the door. Thump Thump Thump. Wake up! Wake up! Get ready for school. A sleepy me will then continue sleeping for 5 minutes. Thump. Thump. Thump. Another wake up call? Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-276399006641636648?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/276399006641636648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=276399006641636648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/276399006641636648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/276399006641636648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/sl.html' title='SL'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7518734674020519244</id><published>2010-02-05T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:14:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for what? A few days but still, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm only blogging today because I need to release stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at tuition we were told to make a decision. Originally, my class is from 6 til 7. Mr.V then asked us if we wanted to take the 6-7 slot or 7-8. The form 4s. They have classes from 7-9. They complained. They said that they had to pray. Our reply? Okay. We'll change it. For them. So now, they have time to pray, they have time to eat. I then got in the car. What did I get? SHOUTED AT? Why you ask? Because they don't like the new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, us Form 3s sacrificed our time. Made plans to go straight to the surau after tuition to pray. Decided to help the Form 4s. And what are we getting back? HATRED. Heh. Isn't life great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7518734674020519244?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7518734674020519244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7518734674020519244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7518734674020519244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7518734674020519244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-havent-blogged-for-what-few-days-but.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5224349470600373053</id><published>2010-02-01T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:34:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZKSU7Ia_60&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/fZKSU7Ia_60&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore the clip, I just like the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get through the convos first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MT: Okay, what is the father's name?&lt;br /&gt;AH: Mr Long Legs&lt;br /&gt;MT: Mr Long Legs?&lt;br /&gt;AH: I'm only messing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH: Cikgu, kalau join these two together boleh?&lt;br /&gt;CS: Boleh. Jadi toilet unisex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH: *sleeping*&lt;br /&gt;AI: (Real deep voice) Warabbuka... warabbuka...&lt;br /&gt;AH: *jumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA: Okay, sapa boleh bagitau the transportation inside a plant&lt;br /&gt;AH: Cikgu, transportation eh cikgu?&lt;br /&gt;CA: Yes&lt;br /&gt;AH: Erm.. naik lori... dengan kontena.&lt;br /&gt;CA: :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA: How do plants transport water?&lt;br /&gt;AH: Guna hose!&lt;br /&gt;CA: Asma ni tak habis-habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR: Dulu-dulu orang guna bijih timah sebagai bahan bungkus. Sekarang guna plastik&lt;br /&gt;HS: Plastik? Contohnya&lt;br /&gt;CR: Macam dulu-dulu orang guna tin untuk bungkus, sekarang diorang masukkan dalam plastik&lt;br /&gt;AH: *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;CR: Okay, contoh. Tau milo?&lt;br /&gt;AH: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;CR: Dulu-dulu guna tin kan?&lt;br /&gt;AH: *nods* Sekarang diorang guna paket&lt;br /&gt;CR: Ha tuu&lt;br /&gt;AH: *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;CR: *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;AH: OHHHHH! Packets made out of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;CR: Ye&lt;br /&gt;EE: Ooooo&lt;/blockquote&gt;Done with that. Need I say more? Probably yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day of tuition, today? I think so. While waiting for CR to come in, R started writing everything we said on the board. F joined in and soon H. We had a board full of names and sentences. 15 minutes well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5224349470600373053?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5224349470600373053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5224349470600373053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5224349470600373053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5224349470600373053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/02/plastic.html' title='plastic'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8859129885217604218</id><published>2010-01-30T21:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:58:16.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakaplah</title><content type='html'>Because the day after tomorrow, my language teacher is gonna walk in class and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Baiklah semua, letak beg di bawah dan simpan semua benda kecuali barang tulis anda."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then the whole class will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Alaaaa. Apani cikgu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My language teacher will then say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Anda semua dilarang bercakap, edarkan kertas ini dan boleh mula menjawab kertas formatif tahun 2010."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everyone will then whisper to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Weh. Cikgu tak cakap apa-apa pun hari tu, kenapa ujian pula sesat?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Weh, kau dah study? Aku tak doh. Cikgu tak cakap apa-apa pun."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will then freeze up and stare into space but not for long, Amman will nudge me and ask me to pass the papers. Then I'll go up to the teacher and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Cikgu tak cakap pun apa-apa."&lt;/blockquote&gt;My teacher will then say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What are you on about? I told everyone the other day."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"No, what are you on about. You never said anything to anyone."&lt;/blockquote&gt;After that, we'll have this big massive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you on about&lt;/span&gt; argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for breakfast. Ate Nasi Kerabu. Sorry to say, but it doesn't taste nice. Went to those plant shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: P, lets get bamboos!&lt;br /&gt;P: Dont want it&lt;br /&gt;A: Why?&lt;br /&gt;P: Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;A: But auntie sebelah has 'em. Tak de apa-apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;P: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;A: Kuatkan iman ada.&lt;br /&gt;M: Adik, iman papa dah kuat dah. Kalau tak dia tak boleh jaga adik.&lt;br /&gt;A: o0 *laughs*&lt;/blockquote&gt;Had grilled chicken for lunch, kerepek siput for tea and potato wedges for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: Ur missing out on chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;F: whathe not fair :(&lt;br /&gt;A: Haha&lt;br /&gt;F: why have u got chocolate cake?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uh there's brownies too&lt;br /&gt;F: why have u got thoseeeee?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mak syamim kasi&lt;br /&gt;A: We're celebrating&lt;br /&gt;F: for?&lt;br /&gt;A: The No Fuzah day&lt;br /&gt;F: Not funny. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;A: Hahaha funny as hell&lt;br /&gt;F: no it aint.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want candy cigarettes, curlywurly, yummy gummy, push pop, blow pop (without the nasty gum), bubble tape, bubbaloo, rock stick, aeros, snickers, time out and twix. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I actually want is a ticket to Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT THE SHOUTERS TO BE IN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE BEST OF FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CBBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/311111708686853527-8859129885217604218?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8859129885217604218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8859129885217604218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8859129885217604218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8859129885217604218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-day-after-tomorrow-my-language.html' title='Cakaplah'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1427918715578439764</id><published>2010-01-29T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:37:02.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road run</title><content type='html'>Today was fun but well tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hama&lt;/span&gt; beads box and an iron. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;.. I bet to stop herself from feeling all guilty, started making the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hama&lt;/span&gt; beads. I went to line up, waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt;. Then came all her stuff. I helped her carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;polystyrene&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went setting up. I went to get a table from a class. We then made the icing. Imagine me carrying a mixing bowl and a mixer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; carrying sugar, butter and weighing machine to a class. Funny sight? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started making the colour and started decorating. Loads of people bought cookies at first then teacher decorated some cupcakes saying that I decorated it ugly. *looks down* But the sold it. Coolest teacher ever? I think so. Miss Margaret and Miss Anny or something like that. *looks around* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Then Ana went around selling cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: We made these with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Well this was made with money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: This is made by a student to the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M: Well, next time.. let a pro handle it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fighting from the start until everything was cleared. Overall, we sold more. :) Cos Auntie only made a bit. We made loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Hana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jehan&lt;/span&gt;, Ana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; and I started decorating. So decorated everything, while jumping and getting icing all over then went around selling. FAIL? Not so. Sold everything until we had to ask a few to go to our stall. Teachers were waiting at the stall, shouting orders at us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't mind. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we did. I got icing all over myself. At one point, when I went to sell cupcakes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; F, she scraped icing on my face and wiped it on my scarf. I was like ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Apa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cikgu&lt;/span&gt;?", she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hama&lt;/span&gt; bead.  Am I pissed? Yes. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pengawas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sukan&lt;/span&gt; then started playing with the iron. Pain in the butt hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were selling and then there were no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;polystyrene&lt;/span&gt; left so Hana went to get it. She came back with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Raqib&lt;/span&gt; and a case full of cupcakes. People were racing for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Finally we were left with 2. For who? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt;. Then we were all so happy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; dropped food colouring. So Hana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jehan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; splashed water all over it. Thank God it all came off. Finally, I sat and drank. My feet started to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;KAisyah&lt;/span&gt; called Papa and when I saw Papa, I picked up the bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hama&lt;/span&gt; beads and all and the bag ripped. I screamed and walked away. So pissed at myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;afiz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ezrin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;akim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;iqmal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;aziqah&lt;/span&gt; helped picking up everything. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa got us all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mackedees&lt;/span&gt;. Went home and ate then I slept. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Bloody tired alright. from 8 until 12, I didn't sit down.. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana lost her purse. Hana's phone screen cracked. People stepped on my shoe. I wanna cry. But I didn't. Yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; got more than she expects so yeah. Good for her.Next time, we will need a bigger working space. A ran and didn't take pictures. I bet S took pictures of his friends. I will leave them with teacher. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. TODAY WAS WELL SICK. WELL WICKED. WELL FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1427918715578439764?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1427918715578439764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1427918715578439764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1427918715578439764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1427918715578439764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-run.html' title='Road run'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1330236121784459827</id><published>2010-01-29T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:37:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th</title><content type='html'>School was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Agama&lt;/span&gt;, someone broke a chair. Got all the guys laughing. I don't see what's so funny. They wouldn't be laughing if it was them. I shall bring a screwdriver next week and unscrew all the guys' chair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That'd&lt;/span&gt; be wicked.  So yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. People outside were looking it... I couldn't have been more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was so noisy until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ustazah&lt;/span&gt; went ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YEYE&lt;/span&gt;!''. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahaaa&lt;/span&gt;. She reminds me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ustazah&lt;/span&gt;... what's her name? Gosh. I can't believe I can't remember her name. She was my Form 1 RE teacher. Totally the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geography, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; A called me. She asked me to be the photographer for tomorrow. I couldn't.. I have to take care of a stall. She asked me to search for other photographers. Non. I couldn't find any. And then my last choice was S and A. I couldn't trust them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tbh&lt;/span&gt; but I couldn't do anything. They're the only one I can find... I went back to class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt; F was telling me on how I should, next time just not go out during her lesson. I asked her why she just didn't say no. She said because I should say it. She confuses me... but she's still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Civic, I didn't go to class.. cos I'm cool like that (yaw). I just killed it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I had to help teacher out. So yeah, I was in THE room. ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. No, I just killed it, again. Anyway.. I then went home. What did I do? Oh yeah.. I can't remember what I did. But I know that I didn't go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;road run&lt;/span&gt; practice, I mean, why should I? I'm not going to run anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go tuition. Went home at 9 and left everybody with a 'hang man'. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;* I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jehan&lt;/span&gt; say it on the way down. Way to go, mate. I got back home and wanted to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hama&lt;/span&gt; Beads but I was so pissed. WHY? It was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aisyah's&lt;/span&gt; idea and she ditched on me wanting to go to sleep. I was so so so so angry. Swear to god. I felt like battering her up... Okay. I wanna stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1330236121784459827?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1330236121784459827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1330236121784459827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1330236121784459827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1330236121784459827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/28th.html' title='28th'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2482268766913358912</id><published>2010-01-29T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:42:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesse&lt;/span&gt; what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Science. They didn't do anything. Teacher didn't care. I went around stapling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt;. Skip Skip Skip. Let's just skip school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't go back home... I went to.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IMAN'S&lt;/span&gt;! So I went to her house. We made a list of everything that we need to buy then we went to the shops. After that, we started with the cupcakes. It was well nice. :) Then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Lang and asked her how to make the icing so we got on with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten that there's such thing as air pressure. I basically held the tip of the piping bag so the icing wouldn't go out. I pressed and I was wondering why it wouldn't go out. I let go of the tip and POOF. It went splattering on the floor. Anybody saying Oh-oh? We then decorated. No, it wasn't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the idea. We decided to make people decorate their own cupcakes. Cool? I think so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; then did the cookies and I had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jumpy all throughout the day. I was so excited... I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-2482268766913358912?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2482268766913358912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2482268766913358912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2482268766913358912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2482268766913358912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/27th.html' title='27th'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1918653120193059512</id><published>2010-01-27T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:40:43.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today aswell</title><content type='html'>No tuition today. Am I happy? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school... something happened. I won't mention here. No one saw except my friends anyway. I went to class and then found out that all the girls were suppose to go downstairs. So we did and after that was PE. They all played football. I played for a bit. They screamed like girls. They are girls but... ahh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE was Maths followed by Geography. Then English. I had to go see the teachers that are organising the thingy this Friday. I saw MJ along the way. :) After that was Health Education. Then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept. Bloody tired. No tuition today. I was so happy. I finished off my work. And my brother is so annoying. That's it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to write in an entry into my journal. I didn't do that. I did this instead. Why wouldn't she let the people who have blogs be excused from writing journals? Oh yeah.. in class.. I'm the only one. Sadly. Other people aren't as pro-active. I'm not like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whistles*&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;*Waves*&lt;br /&gt;*Run off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1918653120193059512?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1918653120193059512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1918653120193059512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1918653120193059512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1918653120193059512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-aswell.html' title='Today aswell'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8999440542011262966</id><published>2010-01-26T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:45:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's aswell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Monday. I could not recall what I did yesterday. I guess I did not do anything. But I did do something. In fact I did like did did something but I could not remember. This is sad. I should be able to remember. I just checked yesterday's schedule. I did not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was no fun. So I have decided to skip to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came late because I had to wait for KAisyah to finish eating. Mami's car was stuck at Mak Zam's and because of that, we didn't eat at home. Papa dropped us at Rimbun and we ate. I ate Kuey Teow Basah without sayur. Which is wet keuy teow without veges. I couldn't finish it so I packed it up. We then went to tuition. I came in late and had to sit right at the front. I couldn't see the board. They finished off my skittles. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana threw me her correction tape which lead to it cracking. I don't like rolling it up so I gave it to Jehan. Somebody then put something in my pencil case. I don't like feeling guilty so I passed it to a friend. She then kept it for the rest of the time. The owner of that something took my other friend's phone. The owner was searching for that something. I then texted my other friend's phone telling the owner to quit searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was annoying. The owner wouldn't stop asking people. I do not understand the owner's problem. That something was given to the owner at 10 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gay was my day?&lt;br /&gt;Not so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8999440542011262966?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8999440542011262966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8999440542011262966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8999440542011262966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8999440542011262966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterdays-aswell.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s aswell'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9148238418715115644</id><published>2010-01-24T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:33:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people</title><content type='html'>I had to take care of Muaz the whole morning. Tiring? Obviously. He wouldn't sleep. Like WTH? We then grilled chicken and Muaz again wouldn't let me eat in peace. Am I pissed? Yes. He wouldn't stop crying... but he is a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it today. Today made me all pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank you for showing me how much you care. So if I was covered in boiling water, you'd like it? I'm glad you finally confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I'm bloody sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My bed has no covers on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My school clothes aren't ironed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My books are not in my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My legs are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh and btw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://AHLIA.TUMBLR.COM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AHLIA.TUMBLR.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/311111708686853527-9148238418715115644?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9148238418715115644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9148238418715115644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9148238418715115644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9148238418715115644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-people.html' title='Some people'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-8565573244389570296</id><published>2010-01-24T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:26:01.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay asleep. I couldn't. SCHOOL. N is no longer a prefect. Because of one prefect... there's this one prefect, my opinion on the RKs totally changed. The ones that I know, I don't mind but the rest... I rest my case here.  Anyway... we didn't learn much. Maths? Nope. Agama? Yeah. Geo? Obvi. BM? Nope... we called teacher after it was finished. Oops. Civics? We were given some paper to fill in. I didn't do it because we were discussing our BM Oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home all tired. Jumped on the bed and fell asleep. At 3, Mami woke me up cos we had to go to Auntie Farid's house because it was Zainab's birthday. So I went. I ate Nasi Tomato, Lasagne, Chocolate Puff, Cheese tart, Egg tart, Chocolate cake and curry puff. Heh. Heh. Heh. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to OU and ate at BBQ Chicken. O0. I wanted to buy pumps but then they weren't comfy. I want to buy slip ons but I don't know where they sell them. I ended up with just food in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a MyLifeisAverage addict. Seriously. So I made AsmaHamid'sLifeisAverage. How original. Haha. But hey, atleast AHLIA has no lies like how half of MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-8565573244389570296?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8565573244389570296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=8565573244389570296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8565573244389570296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/8565573244389570296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311111708686853527.post-5749651951772240403</id><published>2010-01-23T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:44:21.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala?</title><content type='html'>I can't recall the stuff that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I had to do a presentation. Yupp... I had to do that. Yeah... Hmm... What else huh? Nah.. can't remember anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT. TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it finished at 9 but I had to stay til 10. And the shouters exc Q stayed with me. =D See what great friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What time balik?&lt;br /&gt;H: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAA! See whatuh mean. Jehan, obviously stayed. :D She brought her netbook with no 3G so Hana and her went file surfing. English was a bore... no offence but seriously. At the last 10 minutes... we went... CAM WHORING but all the pictures are with Jehan. I wore my Team Manchester t-shirt, the one that I got from Judo and we were all showing our shirts like our other picture. And obviously... 1 t-shirt short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;R: Look at you guys.. wearing hoody.&lt;br /&gt;H: Biarlah dorang.&lt;br /&gt;R: Then tengok hana, lepak je pakai t-shirt... kan Hana?&lt;br /&gt;H: Biarlah.. dosa aku en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love my friend(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5749651951772240403?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5749651951772240403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5749651951772240403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5749651951772240403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5749651951772240403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/lala.html' title='Lala?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4810839332861605641</id><published>2010-01-21T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:13:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guhreat</title><content type='html'>Guess what? 21 days. 21 posts including this one. Told ya I'll make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesse... I made this one mind map for Civics and I showed KAisyah's friends and they were all like 'that is so childish'. Because of that, I made another one... I sent both in and guess which one got full marks?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naib Pengerusi&lt;br /&gt;Naib Setiausaha&lt;br /&gt;Bendahari&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was last year's...&lt;br /&gt;this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJK&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;Nil&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everything went down the drain. Poor Asma. Whattodo? Whattodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. you know what? I keep getting all these random stuff sent to my formspring. Bloody weird. Erm.. I stayed at tuition until 10. It finished at 9 but then we had a choice. Sir let us stay so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;R: Asma, tak panas ke pakai hoody... and with your tudung semua.&lt;br /&gt;A: -.-'&lt;br /&gt;H: Dia kene tutup aurat.&lt;br /&gt;A: (Y)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW, I DIDN'T SWITCH ON MY COMPUTER UNTIL 10 AT NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4810839332861605641?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4810839332861605641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4810839332861605641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4810839332861605641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4810839332861605641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/guhreat.html' title='Guhreat'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5396255128122856111</id><published>2010-01-20T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:38:41.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I needa, I needa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Kay. Done. You know what I haven't done for a long time? Recap my day. So lesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I obviously woke up early. Nothing sore, thank God. Got to school and had to go to the whatchamacallit? Anyway, I went to scouts... like obviously. There was this female woof woof sitting behind me. I shall keep quiet about that. After the meeting.. all of us ambitious scouts stayed which isn't many. Lesse, Aisyah, her friends, Naqib, Yu Xi Yu and myself... we stayed discussing about Kem Keahlian. It started to rain so I went to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE. Bla bla bla and suddenly Ustazah gave me a tenner. Haha. I answered a question and then she gave me a tenner. She asked everyone what is it called when someone doesn't believe in god and all. I answered.. Atheist, obviously. I got a tenner. New favourite Ustazah? I think so. Anyway, then I went up for History but after 1 period we had to go down for the dental check. I then hung around downstairs 'cos I ain't bothered going back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time came then it went. I now finally have a new seat. I am now sitting right at the front and not 3 rows from the front. I am glad that I can finally learn a little more without those male-female dogs annoying me. I had to ditch Nawal but sacrifices has to be done... right? Science came then English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MT: Wow, Asma. You're volunteering yourself to sit at the front&lt;br /&gt;AH: Yeah, I can't stand them at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came BM. *looks down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;AH: *finished reading something out loud*&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ha! Lagi satu saya nak cakap, kalau hendak markah penuh dalam lisan, kamu tidak boleh cakap dengan slang.&lt;br /&gt;AH: oO&lt;br /&gt;AI: Ya, Asma, tak boleh cakap macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;AH: Okay.. stop it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it. I'm bloody tired, I'm bloody sleepy, I have homeworks and I haven't done my ironing. Goodbye computer? No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I um.. just.. um... posted this on Iztele by accident. Sack that. Oh and I watched 13 Ghosts before. FREAKING AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5396255128122856111?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5396255128122856111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5396255128122856111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5396255128122856111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5396255128122856111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-needa-i-needa.html' title='I needa, I needa'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-2622573337495789227</id><published>2010-01-20T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:34:10.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know what I learnt?</title><content type='html'>20 days. It has been 20 days since the change of year, decade. It has been 16 days since we all started school. I have been living for about 14 years. And after all of those years... I've finally figures that LIFE IS BLOODY HARD. No matter if I'm a toddler, a teenager, a middle aged and so forth, the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is bloody hard&lt;/span&gt; will never change. No matter what I do. Whether I choose to become a mechanical engineer, an aeronautic engineer, an industrial designer, a lecturer, a teacher, a clerk or even a person who picks up every body's trash. It will never change. Life will stay that way now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I've decided to tune out the people that annoy me and do my best to not get annoyed. Wow. What a sentence. Out of that whole paragraph, what I was trying to say is that if your life is being hard on you, make it easy. Cos that's what I did. But life wasn't being hard on me. It was the people surrounding me who laughs like satans. They annoy the crap out of me and what did I do? I changed place. Thinking about it now, I am laughing my ass off. Instead of getting all angry like I did last week, I could've just changed place. What a waste of time. Hah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I have greater challenges ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Future, your ninja awaits.&lt;br /&gt;*burst into smoke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and guess what? I reread this post with all the actions. I did the pooof sound in the end.&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/311111708686853527-2622573337495789227?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2622573337495789227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=2622573337495789227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2622573337495789227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/2622573337495789227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanna-know-what-i-learnt.html' title='Wanna know what I learnt?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4939254510756591694</id><published>2010-01-19T23:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:42:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is wha'cha all call random</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, I went to the doctors. He told me not to drink cold water. When I got home, the first thing I did was drink cold water. I have never felt so superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today, I just realised that all the switches in my house has a SIRIM sticker on it. I didn't know that I was THAT into safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My brother just came into my room (wanting to unlock the toilet door on his side which wasn't locked) singing ''Oh Em Gee Gee, You ain't got no Em See See, Sleeping at Elevenee, Playing with ComputeeTee, " My response? "Get a life-fee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The other day, I realised that I love you, that day was also opposite day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I've realised that people wouldn't lie after saying 'I swear to God'. They could either walk away, change the subject or say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; in their heart. What do they choose to do? Tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Urban Dictionary made me say 'That is a sick act of faggotry', I think I found a new favourite quotation for my Facebook info. Thank you Urban Dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I know that none of the MLIAs I have posted will ever be published, so I go to my public networking website and key them in as if it was a published MLIA. (I just submitted this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MLIA worthy? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-4939254510756591694?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4939254510756591694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4939254510756591694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4939254510756591694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4939254510756591694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-whacha-all-call-random.html' title='This is wha&apos;cha all call random'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-7099069831211159787</id><published>2010-01-19T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:32:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch ditch ditch</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today. I have a headache right now and it's quarter to 4. I didn't go to tuition yesterday, I went to the doctor's. Mami kept telling me go to sleep, so I did. I was freezing last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with Papa asking me if I want to go to school. I said no, not because I didn't feel well but because my homework is not done and I didn't have time to iron my clothes yesterday. I started going all sore around midday. What a pain. I slept until 10 something and stayed in bed. At around 11, I went downstairs and Papa told me to go to sleep. I did. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like loads more homework is coming my way. Nawal called me yesterday after I told her not to. Thank God I put my phone on silent. I was asleep when she called. I am so tired right now. But I have to set my priorities straight, ey? But will I? *raises eyebrows repeatedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to tuition tonight. Maths at 6.30 -7.30, History at 8 - 9. GREAT! NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLAMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(thank you, urban dictionary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-7099069831211159787?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7099069831211159787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=7099069831211159787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7099069831211159787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/7099069831211159787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/ditch-ditch-ditch.html' title='Ditch ditch ditch'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-4072775538428113053</id><published>2010-01-17T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:31:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I seriously think that&lt;br /&gt;KATIE CASSIDY HAS GOT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;for getting all the hot guys and leaving them virginless.&lt;br /&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/311111708686853527-4072775538428113053?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4072775538428113053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=4072775538428113053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4072775538428113053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/4072775538428113053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-1200554862337586459</id><published>2010-01-16T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:53:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-xbLLS1trM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-xbLLS1trM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inappropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-1200554862337586459?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1200554862337586459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=1200554862337586459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1200554862337586459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/1200554862337586459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-5405046780679169329</id><published>2010-01-15T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:52:24.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYNptoqNd0A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYNptoqNd0A&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I already posted this in my other blog but who cares?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't interpret &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school is cool &lt;/span&gt;without a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;somewhere in between. School is no longer cool. School used to be cool. Now, school is not cool at all. Sleeping late is not cool... not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is cramping up my schedule. Nothing is fun no more. Blogging with a voice telling me to study or in this case, sleep is not fun. I have a nagging system somewhere in my brain. It makes me feel guilty. I always feel guilty. Everytime I touch the computer... GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY. That is not cool. That is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, I know that I will always be waiting for the weekends. Why? Because I can't stand sleeping late. Day after day, homework after homework, iron after iron... in the end, it only mean one thing. SLEEPING LATE. Do they care? No. When I tell them, they'll go all shocked but do they understand? No. I've decided to ignore that. Ignore the fact that they don't care. I have finally decided to stand on my own, try to achieve my dream on my own and will only get help if they want to help. I will no longer ask for help... I will not say no to someone who wants to help me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't get lots of homework. Thank God. Unfortunately though, I have to go to Muar tomorrow. Lets take it positively. :D Positive enough? No? LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehan stayed with me at tuition. =D Thank you. I had to wait for my sister to finish so I had to stay for like another hour and Jehan stayed. So yeah. We wanted to go to the shops but then there was  a dog so we decided against that. We could run through but then that means we will end up on a tree and trees are not always safe. One way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh and I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE JESSE MCCARTNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVED HIM MORE BEFORE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEPARTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-5405046780679169329?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5405046780679169329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=5405046780679169329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5405046780679169329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/5405046780679169329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-is-cool.html' title='School is cool'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-311111708686853527.post-9124874882780969850</id><published>2010-01-15T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:14:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No you just di'ent</title><content type='html'>It's already the 15th, only 12 posts been posted. Shall I go die or shall I fill in those gaps? What can I say? We're already 15 days in 2010, 11 days ago we came back from the holidays. And I don't know what to say. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged? On Monday and that's only because I was pissed. I've been sleeping late or should I say 'early' these days. Later than my bedtime and very early in the morning. I can help it though. My life is all packed with this and that. They only time for homework is... at night, after tuition. I just wish we have prep or somthing. Then I can do homework and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 4 hours and 15 minutes, one of my parents are going to wake me up telling me to get ready for school. Which means... I will probably only sleep for &lt;4 hours. I seriously can't wait for the weekends. I hope we don't go to Muar. It's not that I don't want to go... I just want my bed plus the aircond this weekend. Yeay! Weekend starts tonight. I have this big urge to jump on my bed and sleep but when I close my eyes, it... tingles. Anyway, I feel real guilty to myself that I haven't been updating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perdana's latihan rumah sukan&lt;/span&gt; before. Didn't really do anything. Went to Nani's house afterwards. I was then rushed home, up to shower then down to pray and eat. Off to tuition I went. Teacher came late so we had to do Science first. Teacher then came. I seriously like the way she teachs BM. I don't know why. She doesn't mind when I speak english by accident. R was being a pain. He was recording Hana, Jehan and I. Dumbdumb. -.-' Somebody then said that I'm too lazy that I didn't do my homework. Mate, please get your facts right. If you were me, swear to God that you wouldn't be able to do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I was then told how the guy I was pissed off at.... hold it, let's call him... RP! Yeah, call him RP. I don't want bad words in my blog so I won't tell what it stands for. Okay, so RP decided to accuse me of crying. LOL. Get something believable to spread. I am not a sissy. I am not that soft. I would not cry in front of the public eye for no reason. I would not cry when I get angry to some crap like you. I wasn't about to cry. Do you know what I was doing when you thought I was going to cry? I was trying to calm myself down from stabbing you with my ruler. Did you know that when the 'chair broke'... I was stopping the ruler from getting out from under my desk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow. MY CHAIR BROKE? OMG! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT? HOW DID IT BREAK? Exactly. It didn't. Stop chatting crap. You think you're so good, don't you? You think you can get away with it don't you? FYI, I've written everything you did from annoying me to accusing me in my journal. I say.. you better watch out. Stop chatting crap about me, stop accusing me, stop being a sissy. Now, you choose to either leave me the heck alone or me getting you back. It's real simple... you just have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for your information, I have friends that can beat you up. Knowing you, you're well weak. And guess what? My friends are all girls so if you hit them... you'll finally be an official sissy. So, RP. You're getting there, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SISSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm shivering in anger plus my room's well cold. I think I better get off the computer now. I need my sleep. No one likes a cranky Asma in the morning. I hope this is enough for... erm... 3 days. This is basically what happened during those 3 days... like a basic summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten bye-bye, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/311111708686853527-9124874882780969850?l=anonfreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9124874882780969850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=311111708686853527&amp;postID=9124874882780969850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9124874882780969850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/311111708686853527/posts/default/9124874882780969850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonfreak.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-you-just-dient.html' title='No you just di&apos;ent'/><author><name>AsmaHamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04223984293163633087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
