<?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-15165235</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:03:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Entries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>656</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-8017402588264626684</id><published>2010-05-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:56:31.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MIGHT NOT POST FOR LIKE FOREVER. MAYBE. OR I MIGHT TWEET NOT POST. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8017402588264626684?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8017402588264626684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8017402588264626684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8017402588264626684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8017402588264626684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-might-not-post-for-like-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1812017608229626351</id><published>2010-04-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:53:59.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF9900;"&gt;i dreamt that i,the girls and the malay boys wanted to go to langkawi and Fauzi asked me how many lontong want to buy. hahaha. so gundu man the dream. had karangan test for mother tongue, didnt even do the homework and didnt even memorise the notes. geography did mind map linking. i can't read mind map, i don't understand at all. when mdm poh came to fetch our class back to class after recess,she angrily asked us to seat in two's. then she complained that 4 our classmates were missing. she insisted that we stay until they come down and learn their lesson. what's worse was, she sempat ask POA questions and revise. WTF?! she is sick in the brain man. the other day, when we went up the class, we were called back to assemble. but that's because mr teo wanted us to assemble not because of those who are not assembling. she said that she learnt before going back to class, everybody should be present. crazy lar, anyhow misinterpret. she is one of those funniest/lamest/weird teachers. haha. i still like her, very entertaining. beatbox specialty was not very visible today but it was too clear on Tuesday. big W. hehehehe. SS mrs rizal never come, good. ms felicia tan came in and i think im falling in love with her. not lesbian lar gila. she is so likeable and charming. she is buying me and Farahhin chocolate or sweet for getting full marks for the first time in POA this year. woooohooooo. and english was very fun today. ms jasmine was as clumsy she could ever be. island became children,wails become walls and she skipped a whole paragraph to read. oymygay. the video she showed us on leprosy was really very eerie and sad but i just had to comment and laugh because one of the faces remind me of someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#FF9900;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;ms jasmine: what would you do if the person you always spend time with found out that they had leprosy? would you actually isolate them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;hafirah: no lar, go find treatment. if no choice isolate them ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;haziq: tak haha,kau amek plastic bag yang colour hitam abeh kau bungkuskan die. abeh kau potong lobang untuk mata die. hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;hafirah: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! siak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;hafirah: eh, abeh kalau dorang berak camne dorang cebok? die tkde fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;haziq:(haziq pestering to ask ms jasmine.) drgnya tangan kan tkde kan, abeh die ade satu finger die gi korek ah,cebok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;ms jasmine: anyone else with a different answer for matted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;shafa: curly can or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;ms jasmine: what curly? no. then what my hair curly and yours curly is matted ah?(laugh like sempot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;matted means tangled bytheway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330000;"&gt;leprosy have by far become the funniest topic today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1812017608229626351?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1812017608229626351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1812017608229626351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1812017608229626351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1812017608229626351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dreamt-that-ithe-girls-and-malay-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6478569145979050700</id><published>2010-04-21T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:12:07.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Liyana came today, yay. the morning incident where i thought Fauzi touched my back scared me when it was Nyssa who did it. i tricked Haziq and Fauzi today, twice. (Y) and i got confused that i somehow tricked myself. WHAT?! lol. Chemistry was at the lab and what's up with Ms Tan ah? she keep mentioning stuff as if she is going to die sia. haiyo. sad. the real 5 station test is today. the sit-up was 31,the standing broad jump was 174cm,the sit and reach was 37cm,the pull up was 6 which i only did 3 and the shuttle run was 10.7s. pheewit. lol. i have two FUCKING A's!! nice. i hope to get at least a silver. yeah silver. Farahhin dropped while she ran for the shuttle run. i wanted to laugh but the atmosphere was serious so i held it in. she dropped like nangka busuk sia! hahahahah! i know you know Farahhin that im just joking. heehee. at recess after buying my food, i went to search for the girls because i don't know where they're sitting. what's stupid was, i was standing right beside them when i searched. i even wanted to walk away as they were no where to be found and didn't notice them. i must have looked dumb siak. during maths lesson, my nose got very itchy that i started scratching it and when that happens my nose will have mucus. i guess i wanted to blow my nose because it was too itchy and my mucus came flying out and dropped on the maths textbook. to my disgrace, Farahhin saw the whole thing. you like it? hahaha, best. you like my mucus incident i like your nangka busuk incident. woohoo,(Y). after lights, there was free period. no mother tongue. best or what. Saifuddin was moody and he catch up with Farahhin while Erna and I went seducing each other and Amirah and Liyana. i feel so good after the cheerful group hug. weeeee~ Fauzi and Haziq couldn't be anymore kurangasam. Fauzi actually asked for my handphone and as loudly as he could say, he said, "eh,gambar Micheal." he can hear of course! i received my handphone back and was stunned. my wallpaper gambar Micheal sak! Haziq shot a picture of him and set as wallpaper. ASSWIPE! they are so evil, i am speechless.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6478569145979050700?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6478569145979050700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6478569145979050700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6478569145979050700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6478569145979050700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/liyana-came-today-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3186522576103215924</id><published>2010-04-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:45:51.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#33CC00;"&gt;I wonder why i could be so comfortable with you at one point of time and be awkward and angry towards you. im not sure if im right to like you because i feel weird. are you who i think you are or are you normal? you act like you're normal but later you change when you're with that other person. i shouldn't have even thought of liking you. why did i think of that in the first place. i like being around you, it makes me happy and when we joke around im even more happy. its this that makes me attracted to you. i should stop, i really do. my feelings aren't deep but i can't explain it. all i need to do now is lose you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3186522576103215924?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3186522576103215924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3186522576103215924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3186522576103215924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3186522576103215924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder-why-i-could-be-so-comfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5374753594974442118</id><published>2010-04-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:33:07.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#990000;"&gt;i feel so carefree today. haha,aku siak kalau aku cakap its because i never go school with Erna today. hehehehe. just kidding only B. i think right, its because i get to listen to my favourite songs in the morning and i haven't done that in a very very long time because i don't have an mp3 or my handphone didnt have earpiece. and now its brand new, what else right? haha. i went to the toilet with Amirah during recess and i got out earlier than her. since she always uses the first cubicle,i was waiting by the door and as the door opened i boo-ed very close to the face. i just got embarrassed because it wasn't Amirah in that toilet. fcuk. a second later, Amirah came out from the second cubicle. OMG! how paisey. i didnt know what to do that i hide in the toilet and laugh with shame. omg. seriously man. what would that girl think of me?! geez. the assembly program was definitely getting the atmosphere hot bringing in a few soccer players from Gombak United. the performance was also funny and was the best. i cracked up when the plump girl said,'something something girl'. reminded me of Liyana because she was absent. went to LJS with Farahhin,Erna and Saifuddin. we saw Iffah with her newly bob cut hair. i preferred her long hair, she look sweet. but she look edgy now though. sekejap lagi, we saw Haziq and Khairi who walked by and walked in back to check if we had leftover food. TOOBAD! we finished it. :p Erna ciao-ed first and we went to hang around. at popular, we were going through some books and Farahhin browsed through this pregnancy book and we saw some explicit content pictures. even Saifuddin saw it. lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5374753594974442118?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5374753594974442118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5374753594974442118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5374753594974442118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5374753594974442118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-so-carefree-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6461416893887978451</id><published>2010-04-16T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:07:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;the day had to start off funny and awkward because i saw my brother's fillintheblanks. i only went OMG and became speechless. school was like school. and since there was speech day at 4, we decided to eat at Pizza Hut. mengumpat with Micheal, i was teased with a guy and the guy was loving it. damn you. met Erna with Liyana and entered Pizza Hut, only Amirah wasn't able to join us. sob sob. next time you die die MUST come. the ordering was chaotic because we were choosing between the student meal or the normal meal. finally, we ordered a large pizza which was only shared between Farahhin,Erna and Me. we ordered additionals,3 baked beefballs, 6 piece chicken drumsticks and 2 crossfries which was shared between the 3 of us. imagine. that was a lot of food. the effing thing was there wasn't lasagne. sedih sak. i was hoping to enjoy it and jengjengjeng. don't have. all of us was rebut-ing for the cheese and i guess it was Saifuddin's brilliant idea to open the cover and scoop the cheese out since it's not coming out smoothly from the hole that when Atikah was trying to shake the cheese, the cover came off and all the cheese came out. HAHAHA! we just cursed that by the end of lunch the cheese would be finished and it really did. LOL. we were already late when we finished lunch and hurried to catch the bus. Liyana saw the bus coming and shouted 'bus dah sampai' so loudly that i think anyone at the escalator could hear it. we were practically noisy in the bus. the thing about us is that, we talk as if we are far but we're not and we laugh as if it's our own home. right before we wanted to leave the bus, Liyana got up from the seat and walked towards the exit and at that moment the bus jerked and Liyana dropped and sat at the pathway. it was so FUNNY!!!! we couldn't stop laughing then. Speech day was pretty cool as the parade and the performances was the best i've seen. the only problem is that despite the fucking big fan, i still feel so hot. i was so agitated and fanned myself through the day. we had a blast during the prize giving, we were being so hyper until we were asked to keep quiet. pffft. after speech day, we went to 7-eleven. we were like a living corpse because we were so tired and thirsty. i saw the awful rapist,the bloody rapist. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6461416893887978451?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6461416893887978451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6461416893887978451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6461416893887978451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6461416893887978451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-had-to-start-off-funny-and-awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6398412199645728107</id><published>2010-04-15T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:37:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;i had to do three tests today. i missed the fun lesson and did malay bahagian A and B. it was hard okay the paper. i did POA test during POA remedial and i attempted to cheat because i forgot the name of the account and Poh caught me. hahahaha. only after the test i had remedial with Ms Tan. she chiobu man. i like her. lucky the remedial with her was done today or else we would have to stayback tomorrow. and the sky is pretty moody today. it rained so heavily i can't see the buildings and yes, cool waterfall happening at level 2. so nice sia. and since it was raining heavily i did the physics test which i have actually gathered answers from the girls. muahahaha. while doing the paper, there was a really loud thunder that really really terperanjatkan me. after the test, the girls experiment my newly bought handphone. took pictures and video called Liyana when she was seating right INFRONT of me. i have never video called anyone and doing it just now was so awesome. we even tried doing it again when Erna and Liyana are in the toilet while Farahhin and i were at the canteen. very cute lar. haha. the sky cooled and we tried to go home since i was needed to go to the hospital. Erna wanted to kick the tree so that the water will fall and when she wanted to do that, i tried to push away the umbrella so that she could get wet but instead i pushed the umbrella and the stick hit hard on Erna's forehead. hahaha. Erna then kick the water towards me and i kicked back and she chased me all the way until the traffic light. so much for splashing the water from the umbrella to Erna, Liyana and Farahhin attacked me. walao. while i was trying to collect more water, Atikah also attacked me. haha, all for being dry and i became super wet. haha. okay i love it, its been so long i since played the rain. the last must have been the time when i dropped and my skirt went up. embarassing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6398412199645728107?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6398412199645728107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6398412199645728107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6398412199645728107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6398412199645728107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-to-do-three-tests-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5640893625693131004</id><published>2010-04-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:49:50.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;aku lapar! but mak aku tak masak. sedih bodoh. aku nak makan, tapi aku malas nak masak sendiri. bengap ah aku. nak makan spaghetti or maggi mee or beli makan kat bawah block? aku belum habis homework. asal ngan aku ni? aku makin hari makin malas. ape nak jadi. bodoh ah. aku banyak disease sampai aku fed up thats why aku tak habis-habis curse. siak. computer aku lagi satu sundal buat perangai. siak. aku tengah marah ni, aku tak tau asal. dah ah, aku gi cari makan kat dalam fridge. aku rasa aku marah pasal aku tak makan. ish, okay fridge calling me. ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5640893625693131004?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5640893625693131004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5640893625693131004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5640893625693131004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5640893625693131004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/aku-lapar-but-mak-aku-tak-masak.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4359774538964254199</id><published>2010-04-14T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:41:38.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;finally back at school. i keep thinking today is Thursday. while waiting for the bus with Erna this morning, we saw Mariyana. i was just so happy to see Erna this morning and became hyper throughout. walking towards school, saw Liyana and waited for her. then came Ashnul with his new 'cool' friends. Erna said his 'friend' was way too cool because both her shoe laces were coming out. hahahaha. Micheal pranked me saying there was practical test and Fauzi pranked me saying that he didn't hand in the Malay workbook. waliao. chemistry practical was cool observing the reactions. im loving the reactions not the practical work though. had 5 station practice today and i succeeded in getting 180cm for standing broad jump. fooooh. emo boy was just trying too hard on himself on the standing broad jump. what is really wrong with him? he also laugh to himself sia. omg. he needs therapy. english is always BORING. recess was spent listening to the girls funny incidents. physics practical was like wtf just now. if its electricity then i might as well don't care, i hate electricity because i don't get it. maths test was shitty, how the fuck want to find the equation? lights on IFD and malay was lazed. we did confessions,interrogation or whatever you call it. Syahmi was on the hot seat and everybody laughed at his funny expression and he got teased. Fauzi was on the hot seat and he was asked about Saifuddin. ehem. Omar was on the hot seat and he reminded us about the Syahmi 'nazak' moment. epic. Syakir was the on the hot seat and everybody had so many personal questions,its just that the lebah don't give us ask questions which are personal. or i would have ask why he is emo all the time. emokia! it rained and still i can feel the heat. its suppose to feel cold but nah-uh it didn't. the world is suffering and so am i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4359774538964254199?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4359774538964254199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4359774538964254199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4359774538964254199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4359774538964254199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-back-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-8892659705845371129</id><published>2010-04-12T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:05:11.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8M0D-Y5vzI/AAAAAAAABi0/tctknvUXVek/s1600/12042010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8M0D-Y5vzI/AAAAAAAABi0/tctknvUXVek/s400/12042010030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459264416194871090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didnt attend school today because i was going to the doctor for my eye. i dug out the big ball at my lower eye-lid and the doctor told me my last eye operation was a year ago. haha. and suddenly i felt the same pain last time and i was super nervous and numb around. and so he cut the eyelid and start digging the ball and i cried. after that i was weak and sleepy. visited my grandmother and the rain started pouring which was bad because we travelled by bike. waited for it to stop and mum went to shell to top up petrol. SEKALI, hujan maha lebat gila. my mum took the black plastic for rubbish and make it into a poncho. lol. i was embarrassed of course because the plastic kembang after that when my mum was riding. sheesh. im having 2 days mc which means i wont be coming to school tomorrow. yeah baybeh. i miss my lovebuds. you all wait for the bubblegum i bought for each of you on Wednesday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8892659705845371129?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8892659705845371129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8892659705845371129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8892659705845371129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8892659705845371129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-didnt-attend-school-today-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8M0D-Y5vzI/AAAAAAAABi0/tctknvUXVek/s72-c/12042010030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-8653808163678680426</id><published>2010-04-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:53:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MmQ8JY6uI/AAAAAAAABis/tvQWSRJel_E/s1600/DSC06614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MmQ8JY6uI/AAAAAAAABis/tvQWSRJel_E/s400/DSC06614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459249245768444642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MmQCMCafI/AAAAAAAABik/0Z6iMsRJVsg/s1600/DSC06635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MmQCMCafI/AAAAAAAABik/0Z6iMsRJVsg/s400/DSC06635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459249230210296306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;the trip towards Kuala Lumpur was best. its been so long since we went to a trip together as a family although my father couldnt make it with us. at one of those highway stops, the housefly was practically a lot around the glass door. eiw shit man. the best weapon when the housefly hits the light and there would be a 'zzzzztchssss' sound. i like how the housefly die like that. we only reached the pengantin house at 6 in the morning. i had a nightmare in the car and i was so scared that i freaked out and called my mother several times because i couldnt open the door which i could have easily open it. in the house since everybody was tired, everybody slept in the hall. i wanted to sleep but my baby cousin kept pestering me to play with him. okay yeah then he wanted to watch okto since he always watch it on saturdays and interestingly,they had okto too. good for him to watch and good for me to sleep. woke up a little later to get ready for the bride's side wedding. the best thing about this wedding is that they only had to walk to the house since both of them live a block away. cool. their dating times must have been the easiest. hahaha. met an artist who was the deejay for the day and the kendarats were ranging from teenagers to small kids. like small really small. after that we headed towards the hotel and everybody slept until it was night and we went back to the house for rewang. the crowd was huge at 10,there was barbeque and even loud music to blend in. the atmosphere was exhilarating. back at the hotel, we ate roti prata. when you're on a different planet all you do is eat, aint i right? the next morning,we went to my late uncle's kubur and met up with our relative's. at times like this, i wish we had more time to catch up. check out the hotel and went to the groom's side wedding. the weather was scorching hot and together with the baju kurung,man it was disaster. i think it might have been 40 degree there and you could have cook an egg on the road. after everything, we singgah at Jusco and i felt like a freak because i was exceptionally tall wearing the high heels and everyone look shorter than i am. while on the way back to singapore we stopped at malacca highway. and there was this guy who was seriously checking me out. you know its obvious when he is trying to talk to you and smiling so cheekily and looking at your body up and down. hahahaha. then another incident at the shell station,i was walking towards the 7-11 and the motor guys were whistling. for a moment i felt hot then i freaked out. the cashier in 7-11 was super cute man. ohmygee,aku cuci mata je. heh, and the whistling guys said bye to me. hahahaha. hyper man. okay, i love the kl trip. woooooooooohooooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MlHDFZdiI/AAAAAAAABic/rMajALc8JJ4/s1600/DSC06613.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8653808163678680426?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8653808163678680426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8653808163678680426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8653808163678680426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8653808163678680426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-towards-kuala-lumpur-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S8MmQ8JY6uI/AAAAAAAABis/tvQWSRJel_E/s72-c/DSC06614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-6856856973833126718</id><published>2010-04-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:51:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;in the morning onmyway to school in the bus,i dropped on a girl and groped her hand so tightly. so embarrassing. im early again today when i meet Erna but too bad her sweetheart didnt take the same bus. i ate burger and milo in the morning. chemistry was held at the lab and we did an awesome experiment,flame test. the colour was just phenomenon. i found out i had my period and i was so fucked up because i had 2.4km run. i didnt feel nervous or what you would always feel before a big run. i was in time,phew and i think this is the best timing i would ever get. the run was hell though because the sun was so scorching hot that the heat stayed around until i finished running. mygod,after that i suffered baaaaaad stomach cramps. darn,i've never had cramps this bad before and now i know how other girls have really bad stomach cramps. like want to die sia. jasmine didnt come today and ms aw came in. Shafa insisted that we greeted her by saying ms awwww purposely. hahaha, but she asked to greet again after she told us the proper name pronounciation. i didnt have the mood to eat during recess and bought peach tea. had physics practical at the lab and we were needed to do the experiments on our own. the cramp was still killing but i guess the excitement doing the experiment made the pain go away. maths test was moderate but halfway the test my brain went black and i forgot the quadratic equation and only ask Haziq for the right equation. i ate burger and peach tea for break and wtf, i spent all my 4 dollars today. stupid. there wasnt lights and so Atikah and I spent the time reading sex scenes in her novel. i was the narrator and she was the sound effects. hahaha. after that,we spent the time talking about us while Erna tried to finish her novel and Farahhin doing her Geography until she doze off. there wasn't malay remedial and both of us still talked till the end. wow,that's alot of talking i've done with you Atikah. best. Erna and Farahhin had ffc while the others and i went home. amirah dah mabuk after that because she wanted to say tweet but she say twist and woman become man. i think the result is because she never get to see her cougar boy today,right? hahaha. today is really a very hot day. i was practically sweating all the way. and when at home-salam mother-talk-bath towel-handphone music-bed-sleep-erna call-pranked-bath-eat-now im here. I AM A LAZY PIG. yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6856856973833126718?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6856856973833126718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6856856973833126718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6856856973833126718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6856856973833126718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-morning-onmyway-to-school-in-busi.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4274256396252262704</id><published>2010-04-06T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:54:32.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Beautiful girls all over the world,I could be chasing but my time would be wasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;- Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&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/15165235-4274256396252262704?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4274256396252262704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4274256396252262704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4274256396252262704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4274256396252262704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-girls-all-over-worldi-could.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5507104973092783893</id><published>2010-04-06T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:37:18.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7sVWOwrwmI/AAAAAAAABiM/hhRNFCNmI6A/s1600/DSC06484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7sVWOwrwmI/AAAAAAAABiM/hhRNFCNmI6A/s400/DSC06484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456978845153084002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;what a day today. unexpectedly, Saifuddin had a big cry in class. found out the truth and pleased to say im happy for him. ^^ particularly still i am definitely confused about this matter though. he and he is still together or is he one sided or is this all elusion? i need to know the truth. TELL ME. i could die thinking about this when both are my dear friends. im driving insane and i think it's disturbing me much. too much. i saw too many GB moments and goosebumps always happen. are they for real or what? during SST, i went even nuts. i just couldnt concentrate and at that moment i wanted to go bonkers. Geography remedial was fun and Ms Mas said lesson as lesshon. hahaha! even she is becoming pelat. (Y) we went home with air batu today because the weather is awesomely hot and we walked Amirah home which we haven't done for oh so long. reminisce along the way and i felt good after that. i needa start exercising, okay well i did. 100 crunches a day and thats because im getting insulted about my body. my dear Morphy is sick today. :(   &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/15165235-5507104973092783893?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5507104973092783893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5507104973092783893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5507104973092783893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5507104973092783893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-want-from-me-what-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7sVWOwrwmI/AAAAAAAABiM/hhRNFCNmI6A/s72-c/DSC06484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-1499658270146370564</id><published>2010-04-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:03:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We are entering into the womenhood;makeup and jewellery. - Farahhin &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/15165235-1499658270146370564?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1499658270146370564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1499658270146370564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1499658270146370564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1499658270146370564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-entering-into-womens-zonemakeup.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6032812432157121195</id><published>2010-04-05T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:24:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;today is a funny bitch. early in the morning monday blues hot news just had to be shared. interesting enough. everyone is starting to turn pelat or slurred in talking. hahaha. my english is becoming so bad and i don't know why i can't pronounce words properly. ohwell. Vanditha was absent and Ms Aw had to take in. i dont know how to pronounce her name, is it aw as in ow or aw as in awwww? loooool. we just went into the crazy state of mind and i swear i had the greatest time laughing. had english class test which i attempt on forgiveness and i just couldnt concentrate on my work. i had to stare into blank space and tear three pages to only really continue writing. the test ended when i was about to start on my climax. so which means the story is so lacking dang. wtv. had practical for chemistry and i hate it because i dont get the results. farahhin and alot others broke the test tubes. it was fun looking at their expressions. i wanted to belanja farahhin and liyana but instead that turned into lunch. i'll belanja you icecream soon liyano. :D orea mcflurry right? once at metro,we surveyed coli's and seriously looking at those nice coli make me want to go coli shopping. at john little we became too cheeky and tried on shades. we became salesperson and asked liyana to try on shades and heck she really look funny and look like some pakcik agent. another shade made her look like she was going to ask me to cross the road because she is blind! hahahahahahahah. very very funny. each day gets exciting. i like.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6032812432157121195?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6032812432157121195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6032812432157121195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6032812432157121195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6032812432157121195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-funny-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2627663885066765349</id><published>2010-04-04T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:52:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY IS SUNDAY, BORING SUNDAY, LAZY SUNDAY, DULL SUNDAY. FUCK LIFE.&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/15165235-2627663885066765349?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2627663885066765349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2627663885066765349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2627663885066765349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2627663885066765349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-sunday-boring-sunday-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2612892597501353822</id><published>2010-04-04T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:50:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;My family and i went to Sentosa yesterday randomly because we were bored walking around the same places and simply wasting money;Orchard. and since it was my mother's birthday, we'd think it would be great to just hang out there. i saw my primary school friend Mustaqim and wow, he looked good. effing seriously. fooh. haha. we got alot of free tickets since my grandfather works there. you must know my grandfather is not that old. okay maybe old,50 plus. still strong and getting married again this August. hahaha. interesting. my father suggested me to buy a laptop but it has got to be 10 inch. you know how small 10 inch is? i wanted 13 or maybe 14. guess what my father said? he said if i wanted to buy those large one he would rather buy a computer because it doesnt make any difference. wow, how unreasonable. all in all im the one using it what?! sheesh. i might also be changing my handphone yay. i can't wait to get my hands on touchscreen. i sound pathetic and thats because i've never used touchscreen phones okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2612892597501353822?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2612892597501353822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2612892597501353822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2612892597501353822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2612892597501353822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-family-and-i-went-to-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6544360768035103688</id><published>2010-04-02T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:30:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nHC_oXApI/AAAAAAAABiE/m2URN-ptWWs/s1600/clash-of-the-titans-2010-20091211065924947_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nHC_oXApI/AAAAAAAABiE/m2URN-ptWWs/s400/clash-of-the-titans-2010-20091211065924947_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456611277790446226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;this has seriously been a movie marathon week or month i guess. Clash of the Titans in 3D was simply toot. i didnt like it. i was expecting it to give more thrill but darn i was so disappointed man. i thought the main climax would be the Kragen but hell Kragen only appear for a while sak then gone. so much for trying to be halfman-halfgod. wth. its still worth a watch though if you like the other characters, because the characters are pretty interesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6544360768035103688?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6544360768035103688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6544360768035103688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6544360768035103688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6544360768035103688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-has-seriously-been-movie-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nHC_oXApI/AAAAAAAABiE/m2URN-ptWWs/s72-c/clash-of-the-titans-2010-20091211065924947_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-7535192973699923224</id><published>2010-04-01T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:16:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;this is the moment you have been waiting for, the champions are the GREEN HOUSE! seriously, this is a great victory. i am sure they have been waiting so long for this title. good job. at least Blue House is still in the third place but the saddest history is that Red House fall from first to last. that must have hurt greatly at heart. ohwell. i found out the most gruesome truth and was shocked-angry-sad. it would have been better if human's dont have a feeling so we wont be in pain. alumni's came back and for sure i was missing them. its great to see them around for so long. so april fool is today and i got an april fool's joke from Micheal. hahaha, yeah you got me. spent the afternoon asleep and only woke up when i realised i was suppose to be folding the clothes and hastily did it. like automatic sia. an unexpected call awaited me in the middle of the night or maybe way pass that. i got an A-Z lecture from my mother, THANKS, was banned from going out to the movies,THANKS AGAIN, and was warned that the next time i hang on the phone with a guy the phone will be confiscated, THANKS EVER AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7535192973699923224?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7535192973699923224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7535192973699923224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7535192973699923224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7535192973699923224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-moment-you-have-been-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6365237597289147097</id><published>2010-03-31T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:02:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nA2IjeLuI/AAAAAAAABh8/MIH8ZulwTa4/s1600/when-in-rome-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nA2IjeLuI/AAAAAAAABh8/MIH8ZulwTa4/s400/when-in-rome-movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456604459777797858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"&gt;Erna,Liyana and i manage to catch When In Rome at night and hell was the movie a hilarious one! i laughed all the way through and Josh Duhamel is hot. hahaha. you know sometimes you have got to not believe in movie reviews because the outcome is totally the opposite. you need to watch to believe it. i can't believe the rating was 2/5. it should have been 5 out of 5 man. seriously. and there are too many gay moments going on today. i think i am a little too shocked by the fact that there are gays and some of which i know very well of. i have no comments on it. the day also seemed long and tomorrow is the goddamn sports carnival. is it going to be the Red House again or the Green House who is ever so confident or the Blue House who has never won or the striking Yellow House. lets wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6365237597289147097?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6365237597289147097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6365237597289147097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6365237597289147097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6365237597289147097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/ernaliyana-and-i-manage-to-catch-when.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7nA2IjeLuI/AAAAAAAABh8/MIH8ZulwTa4/s72-c/when-in-rome-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-902840873614407639</id><published>2010-03-27T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:27:58.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg1eYasNI/AAAAAAAABh0/XrPY_eMHl08/s1600/DSC06469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg1eYasNI/AAAAAAAABh0/XrPY_eMHl08/s400/DSC06469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454739676736434386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg1Cn6lvI/AAAAAAAABhs/NjLbIlm4unU/s1600/DSC06461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg1Cn6lvI/AAAAAAAABhs/NjLbIlm4unU/s400/DSC06461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454739669285246706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg08d9wCI/AAAAAAAABhk/aH9iCrdo7hU/s1600/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg08d9wCI/AAAAAAAABhk/aH9iCrdo7hU/s400/DSC06436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454739667632898082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg0Pan3ZI/AAAAAAAABhc/PyP5fMHgZRs/s1600/DSC06422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg0Pan3ZI/AAAAAAAABhc/PyP5fMHgZRs/s400/DSC06422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454739655539285394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;heh, we did project work just cuttings and pastings at where of all places? Marina Square BK. hahaha. Fauzi cudnt make it because he need to teman his nenek. haha, nenek's boy. and so only Haziq followed. Haizq did all the cuttings and Farahhin and I was left camwhoring. finally we did finish our work. Haziq saw his chicks and he was going red and hyper. hahaha. Liyana came soon and interviewed me and Farahhin. we were running late for Remember Me and hurried down to Cineleisure Orchard. the seats were fooh full, lucky got some seats for us. i wonder whats up with the three of us being so confident and end up its wrong. Farahhin confident suroh naik escalator to exit out of Marina Square padahal we just need to walk straight. Liyana confident say there's another way out to Cineleisure Orchard padahal ada satu way. Aku confident kata the theatre is at Hall 4 padahal level 4. dumbass. the movie was terrificly awesome as it had a story to relate to in life and it was just inspiring although it was depressing. dear john = remember me = bed scene kena cut. wth? on the way out of the mall, we saw a couple. what a coincidence. i sense that the train always make us go goofy and wild. we would never stop laughing for heaven's sake. oh and there was this baby who wanted to say i change my mind, instead, she said, achimama. SO CUTE! and i resisted from laughing because Liyana and Farahhin left before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-902840873614407639?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/902840873614407639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=902840873614407639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/902840873614407639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/902840873614407639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/heh-we-did-project-work-just-cuttings.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S7Mg1eYasNI/AAAAAAAABh0/XrPY_eMHl08/s72-c/DSC06469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3205349145245896730</id><published>2010-03-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:10:50.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;1 week okay, 1 week of bad gastric. cb. im still having it despite resting on Friday. luckily my headache flew away. but that is not going to stop me from going out today with Farahhin and group members to Orchard for the project. thats far right? haha. only after that Farahhin and i would meet with Liyana to watch the blockbuster of the month, Remember Me. i can't wait to catch Rob Pattinson. ahhhhh. its early right now, okay maybe for me because im not used to waking up early on weekends. im only early because i have to complete my project and start printing for the meet up later. MY STOMACH IS ASKING FOR A BEATING! can you believe it?! when i sit it reacts and when i stand it goes away. WTH?! damn it. i hope by the time i watch the movie, all hell goes away. i have a phone appointment with Erna at 10 plus and thats only because yesterday i didnt call her at 8. hahaha. i finally had my cravings rolling in or else i wouldnt even want to eat and i had my yummy kebab yesterday! weeee. im off to printing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3205349145245896730?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3205349145245896730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3205349145245896730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3205349145245896730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3205349145245896730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-week-okay-1-week-of-bad-gastric.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5806544026807434038</id><published>2010-03-25T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:35:41.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S61dKPkQaUI/AAAAAAAABhU/q4e1gbXt4QE/s1600/DSC06357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S61dKPkQaUI/AAAAAAAABhU/q4e1gbXt4QE/s400/DSC06357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453117154374216002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAFIRSHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shit, too sick till i miss the dinner to SWENSENS! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5806544026807434038?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5806544026807434038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5806544026807434038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5806544026807434038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5806544026807434038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-hafirshah-shit-too-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/S61dKPkQaUI/AAAAAAAABhU/q4e1gbXt4QE/s72-c/DSC06357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-2602887585343337861</id><published>2010-03-24T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T05:16:36.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC9933;"&gt;this is so suckish. my stomach is getting on my nerves. my head is going for a spin. my body is giving up on me. i didnt run for my 2.4 practice during pe as my head was heavy. only after the panadol that i started being me again. the usual, i was noisy. and i was really the only one noisy as the girls were quiet. like super quiet. poh seriously dah sakit. she make small things into a big issue. she scolded Rahim for not asking her permission to take the lift. how pathetic, Rahim dah sah sah kena amek lift because he got knee injury. haiyoooooo. at times like this, i detest her like shit. okay right now i want my hair to grow long and be thick. have i mentioned this before? alright whatever. you know, i ate at 5pm and right now at 8 im super hungry but i don't have appetite to eat and open my mouth to munch food. argh fck lar. tomorrow going cip and that means NO SST! yessa! now i need to finish my geography and english. im gonna puke. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2602887585343337861?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2602887585343337861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2602887585343337861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2602887585343337861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2602887585343337861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-so-suckish.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1478847472590992669</id><published>2010-03-22T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:13:58.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;NOTHING IS GREAT IF YOU FOLLOW THE RULES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;- ROB CAMPBELL&lt;/span&gt;&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/15165235-1478847472590992669?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1478847472590992669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1478847472590992669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1478847472590992669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1478847472590992669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-is-great-if-you-follow-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3106246470947398416</id><published>2010-03-21T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:10:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC0000;"&gt;Im about to die right now because i am very lethargic. i havent been sleeping early and i havent had enough rest. i look like a haggard monster with dark circles around my eyes and a week holiday isnt enough. homeworks are left lying untouched and tomorrow is the start of term 2. for 2 days straight i helped my grandmother at her stall in Expo and thats one nasty job as i stood all the way and i didn't even have proper lunch and dinner. my stomach is still unwell. i wish i had more time to relax and really rejuvenate myself. i think i need that jolt to carry on with life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3106246470947398416?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3106246470947398416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3106246470947398416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3106246470947398416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3106246470947398416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-about-to-die-right-now-because-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5800673808628348019</id><published>2010-03-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:53:59.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#000099;"&gt;i had POA remedial today and the day didn't work out well for me. i am convinced that yesterday half cooked patty gave me terrible diarrhea today. it was hell i tell you. i could cry when the pain poke my abdomen. went to the toilet twice during the remedial, how embarrassing. so as to say remedial was fun too. right after the remedial i had BBQ with the guys. sadly, only Erna was able to make it. we were looking forward to the BBQ but in all heavens why did it have to rain. the guys were soaked wet except Faiz as he tried to stay dry under my umbrella because of his serious bad injury. Erna said his wound looked like barbeque chicken. Ahmad brought his ITE friends and apparently they were not sociable but still friendly. Ashnul brought along his clan and all of us look as if we know each other for a very long time. the items were barbequed at a very good timing before Erna's mum cursed that the rain would pour anytime and we left the pit looking messy and ran away for the shelter. i had to rush over to Expo to fetch my siblings and poor Erna had to go home alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5800673808628348019?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5800673808628348019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5800673808628348019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5800673808628348019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5800673808628348019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-poa-remedial-today-and-day-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7129937267586769870</id><published>2010-03-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:32:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S6ih9QW3GeI/AAAAAAAABhM/pzRg7eMtWEg/s1600-h/DSC06333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S6ih9QW3GeI/AAAAAAAABhM/pzRg7eMtWEg/s400/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451785422666930658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOD, Zee Avi is a hottest man. i thought noise talk was going to be boring but it turned out that the motivational talk was super inspiring. it turned me into someone much more hyper. im in love with Zee Avi for sure man. she is so cute. she sang to Honeybee,Bitterheart and Kantoi. i dont know know why but i guess me,Farahhin and Liyana were the only ones who really sang out loud for Zee Avi. the host Daniel Ong was darn right hilarious. he made the auditorium alive. and there were hot photographers. yummy. haha. after the event we went to Mcdonalds at Marina Square which was about to close. i was appalled to see a couple who i suppose they were married are gays. ohgod. and thats because the person i thought was girl was a man. he/she whatever you call it had facial hair. yikes. another fucked up thing was i ate double cheeseburger and the patty was half cooked. i was too lazy to ask for a new burger as i ate half of it when i realised and they were already cleaning the kitchen. the ride back was filled with reminiscence of the past and i officially reached home at 12 midnight for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7129937267586769870?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7129937267586769870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3051330710240290671</id><published>2010-03-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:01:19.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6600CC;"&gt;i am at the verge of doing something bad but i won't do it because i know i'll be in the wrong. all hopes are gone now that i don't have money for Zee Avi's show. i'll try asking my lovely dad to fork out for me. i have one bloody loanshark in my house which is my mother. i need to pay her back freaking $20 and how am i suppose to save that in a week if all she give per day is $3? i am pissed off like shit i feel like isolating myself in a very very dark room and laugh and cry and laugh and cry until i become a psychopath. i would be on a hunger strike to save bad money for loanshark. im stuffing myself with junk food right now thats because i am in no mood of eating proper food. can i just hang myself? god,i feel so miserable. since nobody is at home, im going to watch videos i have been longing to see. yay. oh right, i had oral just now and mother tongue was definitely hard. i can't find correct words to say and to say it in formal tone makes things even worser. i screwed up reading because i was practically stopping and trying to pronounce the words correctly. english, yay, was so much better. the questions was such a relief man. i hope all turns out well. okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, i am going to spend another rotten egg day at home. die.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3051330710240290671?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3051330710240290671/comments/default' title='Post 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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-15165235.post-6468902699388683163</id><published>2010-03-15T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:58:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663333;"&gt;went out to do the project, everything went well except that Haziq and Fauzi just can't stop finding and flirting with chickies. ohgosh. it was definitely interesting to watch them going gaga over the girls. lol. i am going to Zee Avi's concert this Thursday. yay, but i havent ask my parents yet, wth. shit,i feel super headache-y. i need more food. must go back to school tomorrow for the fcking orals. dang, why must it be on holidays? fck school la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6468902699388683163?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6468902699388683163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6468902699388683163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6468902699388683163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6468902699388683163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-out-to-do-project-everything-went.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-241421756637465993</id><published>2010-03-14T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:09:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S5zrfo7sSSI/AAAAAAAABhE/WXcLbXNzrp4/s1600-h/Spring_Ladies_by_Hantenshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S5zrfo7sSSI/AAAAAAAABhE/WXcLbXNzrp4/s400/Spring_Ladies_by_Hantenshi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448488578007714082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a deep sexy voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a charming accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had those eyes that could spark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a smile which gave me butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He made me fall for him in an instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-241421756637465993?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/241421756637465993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=241421756637465993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3170815170138870836</id><published>2010-03-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T06:52:23.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S5zoE_sdOcI/AAAAAAAABg8/YLUH5Ous82E/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-2010-20090721105735970_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S5zoE_sdOcI/AAAAAAAABg8/YLUH5Ous82E/s400/alice-in-wonderland-2010-20090721105735970_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448484821726476738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC0000;"&gt;The movie in 3D was awesome! i loved the adventure and the two charaters above. they're so funny! i came home at 4am yesterday and i can't describe the traffic near sentosa, it was jam packed even at 3am. wow. tomorrow is already monday and the next thing i know its monday again when school reopens. at times like this,1 week holiday is not enough. whats worse is when in your 1 week holiday, you have plans everyday. i wonder how im going to make time to revise and finish up the tons of assignments. i am going to do the geography project tomorrow and for whatever reason, im feeling nervous. its like somebody asked me out on a date, right when it never happened. lol. man, i still love transformers and i wont get bored watching it a million times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&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' 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anything. i like that. hahaha. i finally watched Santau at midnight and damn the movie gave me the chills. barbeque would be postponed to this Friday after sembahyang Jumaat and 5 dollars need to be given to (fillintheblank) by Tuesday. tagging along girls? im going to watch Alice in Wonderland 3D this midnight, i can't wait to watch the effects!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1538300456915847297?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1538300456915847297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1538300456915847297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady Gaga feat Beyonce - Telephone. Must watch honey bee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4310014509638363507?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4310014509638363507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4310014509638363507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4310014509638363507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4310014509638363507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga-feat-beyonce-telephone.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-453609880180289480</id><published>2010-03-12T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:31:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1D5goGz0SY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q1D5goGz0SY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eclipse trailer is out bodoh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-453609880180289480?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/453609880180289480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=453609880180289480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/453609880180289480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/453609880180289480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse-trailer-is-out-bodoh.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3357419542148735092</id><published>2010-03-10T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:33:42.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#003333;"&gt;I am going to delete some Albums at my facebook, so darlings, please take any pictures you want. if only i could upload the videos and make it private for you guys, that'll be great. march holidays is going to be a-hell-lot-busy. project,oral,movie dates,remedial,bbq,homework,JB,helping out at my granny's stall. gaaaah, i guess my march holiday is not a holiday at all. did i tell you? i don't feel like i'm really taking my O-levels this year. seriously. am i in secondary 5? shucks, i don't feel like i'm Secondary 5. eeee, i stink and im going to take my shower and eat and wash clothes and read(maybe) and sleep(definitely). :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3357419542148735092?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3357419542148735092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3357419542148735092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3357419542148735092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3357419542148735092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-going-to-delete-some-albums-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1962067609488032293</id><published>2010-03-10T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:20:49.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of all days, today have NPCC. It was purely suckish because it is after SST and im super tired and hungry. Took the Secondary 2's and chose those who were good in drills for speech day. i'd say the choosing was such in a hurry though. well, NPCC was just NPCC. there aren't anything much about it. i had uber fun in school today. i really feel delighted. early in the morning, me and the girls played the cannot talk game. we played until Haziq and Fauzi came up with a new game where you need to ask only questions and you cannot reply to the questions. lol. practically, this continued all the way until SST. we even played catching while doing assignments. my fingers got crammed a moment for doing the twist sign for so long. i got back at Ashnul for disturbing me, that definitely was a nice one. muahahahahaha! since me and the girls forgotten about the cannot talk game, we tried to speak only english,no malay and singlish. im getting better at it than the last time we played it. hehe. okay i think the most i could remember of today was catching, it was the highlight of the day. im exhausted now, my heart's beating so slow i can't feel my heartbeat,geez. i wish i could sleep like cinderella for sooooo darn long and wake up feeling revived. how stupid, i thought tomorrow was Friday. okay, the best thing is NO SST TOMORROW! let's celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1962067609488032293?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1962067609488032293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1962067609488032293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1962067609488032293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1962067609488032293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-all-days-today-have-npcc.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7492718937251562628</id><published>2010-03-07T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:35:28.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#000099;"&gt;alright, another 15 more minutes and Rush Hour 3 starts. i have been waiting to watch this and the advertisement make me excited. hehehe, i must watch it man. its funny how i want to watch it on air when i could have watch it at home on dvd. hahaha. anyway, my grandmother from my father's side came this morning at bought Nasi Ambeng for breakfast and its my first time trying it. no kidding. i still havent eaten lunch because my parents only came home an hour ago with chapati. yummy. i webcam with my cousins today because we were practically bored at home and i tuned in to My Chemical Romance The Black Parade album. miss them already. i think i got muscle in my arms! i guess the strenuous exercise from silat,softball and the HRC made me strong. wow, now im feeling good. i can feel the hardness when i bend my arm. ohmygod. im excited. hehehehehe. im looking forward to my next silat session where im going to exercise my butt off. oh and have you noticed the moon? its orange. humans are really out to kill the earth and die faster. how ironic. and there is this certain smell which im not sure what it is maybe the haze cause my nose is bleeding from the awful smell. the smell just passes through your throat and into your lungs. its bad and i hate it. whats even worse is that, the heat is really burning my skin and the hot afternoons are such killers. god, using aircon would contribute more heat outside. i wonder what earth would bring us next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7492718937251562628?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7492718937251562628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7492718937251562628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7492718937251562628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7492718937251562628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright-another-15-more-minutes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7009145312334051415</id><published>2010-03-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:53:03.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;i went for my high ropes course yesterday and it was BEST! since last year i only manage to do flying fox,tunnel and the ARC, i did another two more elements siol. the dangle loop and the one where you need to climb and jump. i don't know what it is called. anyhoo, the course was super relaxing seriously. the sirs werent strict at all and we were almost slacking to an extent i thought the course wasnt challenging. how weird when last year, it was all strict and serious and challenging. okay and there was a few schools so which means lesser people than last year. otw back home was by far the best moment BECAUSE we don't have to strain ourselves and walk all the way back to jetty. we took the van of course. super relaxing for sure. okay i love how peaceful and quiet and nice the hrc was. yay. ate with Erna at mcdonalds at the very last minute when we were actually waiting for a bus. lol. at home, i was almost out of energy. i was at the brink of dying,out of breath,thristy,body aching,legs and hands giving up on me and head was playing merry go round. THEN, somebody at home got my blood boiling shouting against me like i was his friend which was appaling he did that and i was too pissed off with his effing attitude and got myself so hurt that i cried like i cried for someone who died. man, i could cry for hours if there was nobody. Erna called soon after and i was definitely trying to hide myself sounding sad and she had to crack a joke which made me feel better. i said i was tired right? i was awake until 2am watching Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif. hahaha,the movie was GRR-ATE! which reminds me my eyes look like puffer fish after watching. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7009145312334051415?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7009145312334051415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7009145312334051415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7009145312334051415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7009145312334051415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-went-for-my-high-ropes-course.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5692224693177876565</id><published>2010-03-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:06:15.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;im raging with anger today because of Tan Ah Pek. stupid. i can't believe we got scolded for not doing anything in NPCC. serious shit, when we are actually doing supervising he is not there. when we are particularly relaxing,he is there. and tell me how in the world am i suppose to point out mistakes when there are so many Secondary 4's standing there watching them and teaching them? get what i mean? there are just so many of them that they can actually do what the sec 5's are suppose to do. i don't want to be that person where other's would think "eh, she extra sia", you know? i am conscious of what other people would think of me and i would only help if they need me. if they don't need me and i am trying to do something, wouldnt that be a bit shameful? hell, if Tan Ah Pek wants war, then i don't give a fuck to the needs of the cadets. he should jolly go **** his own ****! once April arrives, im sure he is going to have A LOT of FUN training the cadets. asshole.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5692224693177876565?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5692224693177876565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5692224693177876565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5692224693177876565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5692224693177876565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-raging-with-anger-today-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2652668435775809414</id><published>2010-03-04T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:19:23.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I've just updated clearly. i have been particularly busy in school with tests and homeworks which explains me being missing in action. common test has been either pretty good or just shit. i passed everything except malay and poa. just feeling a little slacky this days. i managed to watch Dear John last Monday at AMK Hub. the movie was superb but there were some flaws especially the steamy part as they cut off some. still,i loved it because Channing Tatum played darn well in the movie. hehe. liyana is sick and i'll be mrs lonely for mother tongue lessons, hope you get well lovely. HRC is on Saturday and i am soooo looking forward to it although i've tried it. Liyana's sister is getting engaged too but i can't make it due to HRC. i have been eating a lot lately especially rice at night. oh im going to put on some weight. i too have been embarassing myself,i wonder what's got into me lately. hahahaha. school passes by very fast nowadays that i thought yesterday was only Monday. i am so excited about tomorrow's lunch at fork &amp;amp; spoon. yummy,i cant wait to eat. hahahaha. yay, i want chendol. woohoo. im out. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2652668435775809414?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2652668435775809414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2652668435775809414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2652668435775809414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2652668435775809414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-just-updated-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4021900785737971663</id><published>2010-02-26T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:49:36.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Annnnnd one week just passed in a blink of an eye. common test is over and now awaiting for results. i got back my malay and maths where i failed terribly for malay and passed for maths. i wonder how all this years i spent learning malay and i end up failing or either get borderline passes. pfft. i can never get my malay basics right. played rounders or softball or whatever they call it during pe lesson and i just can't wait to play the real game once everyone understand the game. woohoo. ate burger king for lunch just now where its been sucha long time and the feeling was so umph man. one thing happened after one another in a minute. how interesting. saw hidayah with her cute little admirer then basyar then liyana's weird laughter then mr nash down the escalator with sloppy face and drinking big gulp then a baby boy literally trip and head came crashing above my shoes which looks like he was bowing down to me then liyana falling down over a chair which was super duper hilarious then saw a few familiar faces. the Whopper made my day. yay. played charades in causeway point and two security guards was definitely spying on us as it was too obvious they were doing that stnading not far from us and looking at us. we met up with Syafiqah and we did a little catch up with our daily life. npcc was boring. i didn't know what to assist them with and didnt want to make people feel like we're kpo so we went mia. i mean if you want anything you should voice out,don't hide there and wait for us to turn up because we're not going to. and they were practicing on their rifles, what the heck was i going to assist them with in the first place when i don't even know what to do with rifles. seriously, i don't know how to hold a rifle. pathetic yeah because whoever didnt teach. so too bad. im becoming a bad egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4021900785737971663?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4021900785737971663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4021900785737971663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4021900785737971663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4021900785737971663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/annnnnd-one-week-just-passed-in-blink.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1698322230010541128</id><published>2010-02-23T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T03:55:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;the past few days have been interesting. on Sunday,instead of memorising my social studies notes i went out the whole day until 2.00am. i know its crazy when the next day is schooling. while i was eating at Sufi's house, the television was on. his elder brother is not back at home yet and suddenly i heard assalamualaikum and i replied back thinking he reached home. to my disgrace, it was the television! how embarrassing. on Monday,farahhin said that she thought that social studies test was on another day and spent her 48 hour holiday revising maths forgetting about social studies. hahaha. i was too distracted that i thought there wasnt any geography and confidently didnt bring my textbook and workbook. i definitely didnt have enough sleep and i caught myself asleep from 6.00pm till 10.30pm. shocking. i even missed my religious class. dang. today,the haze in the morning was pretty bad and there was this very foul smell that goes through your throat. yuck. in the late morning the weather became hot and given the condition of sitting under a broken fan which is not working is not good at all. i feel like im sitting near a volcano with heat surrounding me. jeez. when im free to do what i want and rest after the past days of busy-ness, ada je kerja mak aku suroh buat. tk ke frustrating? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1698322230010541128?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-15165235.post-3703822075827565256</id><published>2010-02-16T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:40:39.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3q3Ot85p1I/AAAAAAAABgc/67Cfb_dvpv4/s1600-h/DSC05965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3q3Ot85p1I/AAAAAAAABgc/67Cfb_dvpv4/s320/DSC05965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438860963484378962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3q3Oe_HyAI/AAAAAAAABgU/MBTOl6Hdlms/s1600-h/DSC05960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3q3Oe_HyAI/AAAAAAAABgU/MBTOl6Hdlms/s320/DSC05960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438860959467161602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i definitely had one blast of a weekend. yesterday, i went to sentosa with the girls and saifuddin. there were practically too many banglas and i feel like im a walking model there because they were looking at me like toot sia. i only wished i could dig their eye out. they were utterly disgusting trying to give me the umph look. EIW, go fuck your own mother bitch. they even tried taking videos of us, i dont get why they take videos of us. whats so fascinating about it? siao. i saw bangla gay kissing and rubbing each other backs. bought necklace there and seriously although we're singaporeans,i felt like a foreigner. &amp;amp; of all places the bangla can take picture,they took pictures with a map. i mean the street directory map. that is sooooo hilarious. i'l never go sentosa when it's a public holiday. all the bangla go there and you can't even walk as it is super crowded. resorts world is fantastic sak. i am so going to the coolest roller coaster. yay. i cant wait. all of us managed to play the dare game and it was so cool. at night, i camped at east coast with the cousins and saiful's family. i wanted to ton at night but i guess i was left alone where my brother was with the guitar boys,saiful gone far away with the bicycle,my sister with her psp partner,my two younger cousins asleep and all the parents were together chitchatting. i became bored because i can't seem to get a conversation with the guitar brothers and i soon fell asleep after listening to shots. if only erna overnight together, i would be able to stretch my eyes until the morn. i don't have enough sleep at all, my body's aching to its end and i havent finish my homework. nevertheless,im looking forward to school tomorrow to see my friends. not teachers or the school or anything like it. gaahhhh,i want money. goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3703822075827565256?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3703822075827565256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3703822075827565256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3703822075827565256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3703822075827565256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-definitely-had-one-blast-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/S3q3Ot85p1I/AAAAAAAABgc/67Cfb_dvpv4/s72-c/DSC05965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-5236599490732619519</id><published>2010-02-14T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:15:42.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3gSMYQhvqI/AAAAAAAABgM/-mWdxChsDLA/s1600-h/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3gSMYQhvqI/AAAAAAAABgM/-mWdxChsDLA/s320/DSC05846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438116553929375394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3gSLxutdnI/AAAAAAAABgE/N15eezvQfic/s1600-h/DSC05832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3gSLxutdnI/AAAAAAAABgE/N15eezvQfic/s320/DSC05832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438116543586989682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TASK FINISHED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going home late with them make me feel as if we are going home to our "own" houses living together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shopped at cold storage, watched crazy videos at my house and my hair looks crazy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after sending farahhin and liyana down the lift, i came out the lift and noticed a man was frightened by me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUNNY! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5236599490732619519?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5236599490732619519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5236599490732619519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5236599490732619519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5236599490732619519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/task-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3gSMYQhvqI/AAAAAAAABgM/-mWdxChsDLA/s72-c/DSC05846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-6380706711689570459</id><published>2010-02-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:33:09.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im going out in a bit to meet my girl confident and babi fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;we got some unfinished task and i can't say it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;later that someone knows what we're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;i never celebrate CNY but i also receive hong bao from my aunt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;i still need to fry my chicken wings and both my parents are working today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;so sad, i rather spend my day outside without them today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;tomorrow is the big day. i can't wait. just have got to catch the pictures man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;excited much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES &amp;amp; HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;!&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/15165235-6380706711689570459?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6380706711689570459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6380706711689570459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6380706711689570459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6380706711689570459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-going-out-in-bit-to-meet-my-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3299756758983180109</id><published>2010-02-13T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:13:39.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFRXe67iI/AAAAAAAABf0/EVCAHb4VrGY/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFRXe67iI/AAAAAAAABf0/EVCAHb4VrGY/s320/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437961608481140258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFQ8LRdDI/AAAAAAAABfs/lUKSZSUtogs/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFQ8LRdDI/AAAAAAAABfs/lUKSZSUtogs/s320/DSC05815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437961601150972978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFQTfNFVI/AAAAAAAABfk/0QIoufi_gac/s1600-h/DSC05816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFQTfNFVI/AAAAAAAABfk/0QIoufi_gac/s320/DSC05816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437961590228718930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;My cousins always have this reunion lunch-dinner every eve of chinese of new year. as it says it brings luck,wealth and prosperity. we had steamboat at home and i ate till i can't fill myself up with water anymore. in days like this, i feel so much warmth together. love it. they're thinking of camping this monday. wonder how i'll make it when im out at sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3299756758983180109?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3299756758983180109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3299756758983180109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3299756758983180109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3299756758983180109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cousins-always-have-this-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eFRXe67iI/AAAAAAAABf0/EVCAHb4VrGY/s72-c/DSC05822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-6566823018719981778</id><published>2010-02-12T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:24:11.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eHBOipwtI/AAAAAAAABf8/pdaEx0cscMc/s1600-h/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eHBOipwtI/AAAAAAAABf8/pdaEx0cscMc/s320/DSC05801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437963530226221778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the three of us went out to search for goods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally knew how Haji Lane looked like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we ate at a coffeeshop which was the first we ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photoshoot like nobody business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intoxicated in the mrt and laughed non-stop till woodlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;liyana is girl confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;farahhin is girl babi fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am girl layu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's a story behind this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we saw an unexpected person and i found out that she said i was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;freeeeakkky. because she is lesbo. yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i reached home by 945 and i missed my religious class which i could still make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the reason was i hung on the phone with Erna till it was 1030. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6566823018719981778?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6566823018719981778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6566823018719981778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6566823018719981778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6566823018719981778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-of-us-went-out-to-search-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eHBOipwtI/AAAAAAAABf8/pdaEx0cscMc/s72-c/DSC05801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-2549043428774348187</id><published>2010-02-12T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:00:39.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCLhsXTLI/AAAAAAAABfc/EhdvYxNxCp0/s1600-h/DSC05712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCLhsXTLI/AAAAAAAABfc/EhdvYxNxCp0/s320/DSC05712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437958209607781554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCLdmeNKI/AAAAAAAABfU/xqlOZ8Cuw2E/s1600-h/20972_304013849241_620729241_3335635_7328410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCLdmeNKI/AAAAAAAABfU/xqlOZ8Cuw2E/s320/20972_304013849241_620729241_3335635_7328410_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437958208509326498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCKyOUIgI/AAAAAAAABfM/upSOMl7FEkQ/s1600-h/20149_1305430635666_1227536868_30963245_2413794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCKyOUIgI/AAAAAAAABfM/upSOMl7FEkQ/s320/20149_1305430635666_1227536868_30963245_2413794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437958196865278466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE THEM TO BITS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheer competition was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last minute dance worked wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5N rocked the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boogied through the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONGRATS to 5N2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2549043428774348187?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2549043428774348187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2549043428774348187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2549043428774348187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2549043428774348187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-them-to-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/S3eCLhsXTLI/AAAAAAAABfc/EhdvYxNxCp0/s72-c/DSC05712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-5089487761839642008</id><published>2010-02-09T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:36:09.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;as much as i would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt; to say, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;honey umpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt; turns 17 today. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI JADI.&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/15165235-5089487761839642008?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5089487761839642008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5089487761839642008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5089487761839642008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5089487761839642008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-much-as-i-would-love-to-say-my-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5636137946236177095</id><published>2010-02-09T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:31:04.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#000099;"&gt;the day seem to pass by slowly like what amirah said. sometimes things happen in coincidental but you can't avoid it. the feeling is just sucky im sure. sometimes things are too coincidental, you think its about you but it's not. you so thought happily it was good coincidental but in the end, you fooled yourself. hate that feeling. i love how people actually notice you when you least expected it. i drove myself too insane that once i stopped, i fall tired,sleepy,restless and breathless. and i guess i regretted going to secondary 5 because of POH! she is the problem in everything. i got scolding from poh during poa lessons because of doodling when doodling while studying helps you to absorb more points. pathetic. she could win the face of the year sia. physics was hilarious with Mr Kho as his laughter was similar to the gorilla and he had the habit of saying you think ah or you guess ah when you ask him a question. the next time he asks you what are you doing, you say, you guess ah. LOL. i couldn't concentrate during the SS test. i was practically thinking about something and was stuck at the questions when i could have done it quickly. the boys have named me hafirah spank and they won't stop bragging about the slap-the-butt issue. seriously, my butt feels shy. there is that tension around it everytime they talk about it. i think sooner or later, the whole school would know about this if the boys keep doing the spanking action. am i in FFC? where did the list go? i can't wait for the Sentosa Picnic this monday. there would be loads of food and a game where i love sabotaging my friends. muahahaha. i am hungry, food is calling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5636137946236177095?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5636137946236177095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5636137946236177095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5636137946236177095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5636137946236177095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-seem-to-pass-by-slowly-like-what.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5349927220250248498</id><published>2010-02-05T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:01:29.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i saw my younger crush and felt all guilty again because i rejected him and he has started to avoid me. eventhough that,i dont hate him and i still smile at him. the thing that gave me a slap on my face when i smile at him is that, he shows me the fucked up face and a smirk. is it such a bad thing being rejected although i am still being nice to you and treating you as a friend? i can't reciprocate back or it'll be a one-sided love and it'll be unfair. this isn't only to one person but two. fuck. crazy bodoh. it is as easy as not to like anyone because in the end you're the one feeling suckish and acting like you have a small dick. im in a mixture of feelings. im not sure whether i should feel angry,sad or pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;somebody get me a sunflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5349927220250248498?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5349927220250248498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5349927220250248498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5349927220250248498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5349927220250248498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-saw-my-younger-crush-and-felt-all.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7869522027199776765</id><published>2010-02-05T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:48:40.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;whatcha say? 48 hour holiday. alright man. as of yesterday, the class cheer has finally been decided and done for. alhamdulillah. i wonder how the cheer would come about but thats not the case right now. i slept at 1.30am because i forgotten i had maths homework. sudden noises just scare me at night. my class received the first place for class beautifying day and frankly speaking i didn't expect our class to win. i was either thinking it was going to be 5n2 or the secondary 4's. i am proud that we won like for the first time ever since secondary 3. had 2.4km practice just now and the non-stop running killed my heart. it was so hard to breathe and right after i reached,my whole body turned hot and cold. yike. hate the feeling. instead of feeling tired, i was super refreshed to even play captain ball which was damn funny because it was 4 against 5 and we were passing goals so easily. my mind these days are drifting apart from my studies. i didn't do my malay homework which was actually a 1 week homework where i could have finish it but still it was empty. my mood took over me during maths lesson for no particular reason and at that moment, i only wanted to seat alone and cry. i love the feeling how i actually cry for i-don't-know-why-i-am-crying. insane i guess. npcc was quick as lightning and i played in the rain just now. yay. younger boys-older girls phantom is beginning. a boy fall in the bus terribly like hell really terribly and it was too freaking hilarious that i couldnt stop laughing and talk properly with erna. then a lady leaned against the pole at the butt and the shape was too funny that i and erna had another laughter attack. siak after that my head spinning because laugh too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7869522027199776765?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7869522027199776765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7869522027199776765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7869522027199776765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7869522027199776765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/whatcha-say-48-hour-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5609731262350769096</id><published>2010-02-02T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:32:28.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S2f9Tvm6oiI/AAAAAAAABfE/tzCLizGHogw/s1600-h/_fuck__by_MissMawkish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S2f9Tvm6oiI/AAAAAAAABfE/tzCLizGHogw/s320/_fuck__by_MissMawkish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433589991084827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i guess that'll be my favourite word of the day. i am feeling so fucked up right now,i can punch poh face. i am at the verge of abusing myself,punching my fist at the wall,banging my head over the wall,pulling my hair until can see the pulled pores,taking a needle and poking all over my skin and drug myself with painkillers. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Erna said that she was going to go home and stand at the parade square then change at the bridge. She actually wanted to say that she was going to go home and change and stand at the bridge. The parade square? she must be out of her mind to even say that. lol uh kau!&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/15165235-5609731262350769096?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5609731262350769096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5609731262350769096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5609731262350769096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5609731262350769096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess-thatll-be-my-favourite-word-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S2f9Tvm6oiI/AAAAAAAABfE/tzCLizGHogw/s72-c/_fuck__by_MissMawkish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-2085190988774186307</id><published>2010-02-02T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:20:14.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;POA,Social Studies,Geography,Chemistry,Physics,English test all in a week. Thats a lot. Social Studies is postponed next week,oh brother. So now there would be Geography,English and Chemistry to look forward tomorrow. mom is driving me nuts. she is going on money strike. from a nice $5 to $4 to $3 and finally to $2 today. wooohooo. so im going on a hunger strike. all this happened because she blamed me for not having to check the rice and the rice basi. whats basi in english anyway? mouldy? ripped? smelly? spoiled? siao sia, i forgot the word. yesterday i went to library to finish up my homework and told my mom specifically why i was there and also to have lunch outside. i didnt say i was going to study for my test at the library. gundu. she scold me saying why in the first place i go to the library and come home still need to do homework. shit sia. then scold me upside down because i gave her a look. next time i wear topeng or even smile while she is scolding me. why? because she dont like me to give her the not happy face. F sia. she dont want to cook her pasal ah. if cooking can become a nuisance to her then don't cook at all larr! F again. i can feel the steam coming out from my ears. lets end it, i hate it when she does this. F all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2085190988774186307?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2085190988774186307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2085190988774186307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2085190988774186307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2085190988774186307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/poasocial-studiesgeographychemistryphys.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1099129958869600455</id><published>2010-01-29T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:53:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNtTEibFvlQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNtTEibFvlQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;Shots by lmfao feat lil jon. jump to the beat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1099129958869600455?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1099129958869600455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1099129958869600455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1099129958869600455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1099129958869600455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/shots-by-lmfao-feat-lil-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1602655951571547970</id><published>2010-01-29T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:43:41.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;I always look forward for Friday because of PE Lessons,Npcc and just that its the last day of school for the week to look up for the 48 hour holiday(saturday and sunday). We did the 5 stations and i out-leash my inner soul. i managed to do 4 pull ups siol. woohoo. i know its a pathetic 4 but my hands are the weakest. Played floorball after that to have myself sprain my lovely ankle,scrape deep into my knees,got a cut on my finger and body-smashing-hitting-stick. wow. my body is going to go through its hell-est time. yikes. Haziq has got me on the brim of arachnophobia,throwing fake spiders at me. i know its fake but i can't help by the look of it. i almost cried i swear. i guess everyone knows what i am most afraid of. shucks. Npcc is another period where i enjoy the most since im in Secondary 5. i love the feeling of being the eldest among all but acting like some primary school kids. the "one big one small sister" said she likes my hair. ahahah, two people already? ohh,Haziq even tried chasing me with the spiders. i spill your explicit content then you know. muahahaha. but you know i will never do that right? spent the day wholeheartedly, i feel suuuuupppeeerrrr duuuuuppppeeerrr great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;best quotes: Let's do the best cheer ever! &amp;amp; Angkat kaki cepat jalan!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&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/15165235-1602655951571547970?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1602655951571547970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1602655951571547970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1602655951571547970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1602655951571547970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-always-look-forward-for-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-684400316368949126</id><published>2010-01-28T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:13:41.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;im riding insane. fuck the cheer competition and fuck the school for having the cheer competition so early at this time. fuck me going to secondary 5 and seeing problems coming one after another. i hate this. i hate this a lot. i have such a huge grudge on the school, i dont feel a sense of belonging in the school. wtv,fuck talking about the school. how about having a long cheer which includes preppy dance moves that'll groove with the cheer and end it off with who's the strongest and etc cheer? thats definitely easier said than done. im thinking of one but my brains so limited because of something. fuck again. i can picture the whole scene but i can't think of lyrics now. go die. im fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkeeeeeddddd uuuuuppppp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DADDY!&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/15165235-684400316368949126?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/684400316368949126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=684400316368949126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/684400316368949126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/684400316368949126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-riding-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-629464784508200559</id><published>2010-01-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:08:44.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1sasmoqR-I/AAAAAAAABe8/y-N4FGNl8b8/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1sasmoqR-I/AAAAAAAABe8/y-N4FGNl8b8/s320/DSC05588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429963129312921570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1sasYbi3dI/AAAAAAAABe0/8wqVyOKXxuw/s1600-h/DSC05586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1sasYbi3dI/AAAAAAAABe0/8wqVyOKXxuw/s320/DSC05586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429963125499813330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF6600;"&gt;aaand of course i enjoyed my breakfast with the girls. the picture definitely don't show we're in the library. ada crisis skejap ah. at the library, we actually sat at the third floor towards the book racks which most people likes to sit and guess what? we were the only people sitting there. sekali, the librarian security chase us away and asked us to sit at the place where the people were using the laptops. all of us turned sour and didnt even have the mood to study. like fcuking shit sia. there's not enough chairs and table then where the hell can we seat? the escalator,toilet? bodoh. so we decided to do our work at Civic Centre which was way better and there's nobody who could stop us from doing anything. Erna left first then only Farahhin leaving me and liyana alone. we saw Kim with her friend which used to be my friend in primary school. i obviously couldnt speak with her. i dont know where to start. at causeway plak, we saw Sarah,Atikah and ummm, i forgot her name. it was nice to terserempak with them. and Liyana got herself a pair of "sunglasses" or maybe the "identical sisters" got their clothing. hahaha, she say it was urgent. lols. only after that did both of us separated. my head was already in pain while studying and straight away bumped into bed. i will upload the pictures tomorrow. so,anticipate for your new DP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-629464784508200559?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/629464784508200559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=629464784508200559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/629464784508200559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/629464784508200559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaand-of-course-i-enjoyed-my-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1sasmoqR-I/AAAAAAAABe8/y-N4FGNl8b8/s72-c/DSC05588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3347012078815581686</id><published>2010-01-23T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:00:06.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;did anybody know i have reached my 613th post? oh yeah, i did. thats a lot bodoh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;my eyes have been blinded by the sight of a freak bumpy-walking giant with its little dwarfs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;the freak bumpy-walking giant has grown into an outrageous stranger and it has influenced the little dwarfs into his tricky trap. the giant seriously need to get a life and it has a small dick too. should i say that i feel too relieved that the giant is forever out of my life? oh,in the first place do i even know who the hell the giant was? i love it, i just love how the giant play this game. i am so interested to know who will be the next victim for the giant. you son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3347012078815581686?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3347012078815581686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3347012078815581686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3347012078815581686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3347012078815581686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-anybody-know-i-have-reached-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3415859818313703078</id><published>2010-01-22T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:15:40.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mxbha-bTI/AAAAAAAABes/s2b28ma94Jc/s1600-h/McDonalds_Hotcakes_by_Ladybrintine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mxbha-bTI/AAAAAAAABes/s2b28ma94Jc/s320/McDonalds_Hotcakes_by_Ladybrintine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429565912157941042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;although i am full to the brim, the picture above still makes me drool. i will be having my morning breakfast with Erna,Farahhin and Liyana. after that we would be studying at the Library and finishing all our homeworks. i guess i would be doing this every saturday, not including breakfast so that when its sunday, i am freeeeee like a bird. i tend to drag my homeworks on a later date and start doing the work at the very last minute and do it so kanciong-ly. i am craving for teh tarik right now that i could buy it every single day and drink it with so much loooooove. Atikah and Amirah, if you want to join us tomorrow just inform us. the more the merrier the crazier. goodnight love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3415859818313703078?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3415859818313703078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3415859818313703078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3415859818313703078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3415859818313703078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/although-i-am-full-to-brim-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mxbha-bTI/AAAAAAAABes/s2b28ma94Jc/s72-c/McDonalds_Hotcakes_by_Ladybrintine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3861424264663890730</id><published>2010-01-22T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:05:30.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mscbN4QdI/AAAAAAAABek/sLAutOYRiuc/s1600-h/a4b8959297ec18fd92907b13e684bc03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mscbN4QdI/AAAAAAAABek/sLAutOYRiuc/s320/a4b8959297ec18fd92907b13e684bc03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429560430114128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC0000;"&gt;i was merely late for school today because of the damn bus driver who thinks its cool to drive slow like real slow. fcuk. PE was boring doing the 5 stations, and i can never ever never ever ever ever pass my incline pull up. malay class just now made me feel utterly uneasy because got _ _ ch _ _ _. you should know my friends. the "awesome" guy. the break while waiting for np to start, we tested each other odd ways and remembered when back then, Liyana was the most epic. as for npcc, well actually i didnt want to slack in any way as i wanted to help. we managed to teach the secondary 2's some lashings and suddenly the whole situation was ubber chaotic. the funny thing is that, NOBODY tells us ANYTHING. we're like some invinsible humans walking around them that i couldn't care about them at all. we're only coming because we need attendance and after that we're so lost, nothing to do. so the best thing we could do is slaaaaaaaaack our ass off. i randomly waved at people i dont even know and started doing things like spinning around,carrying each other,the "trust me" game and even the lying on each others stomach. doing all of those has absolutely made me feel exhausted up till now. i just got back from dinner and my eyes are starting to respond signs of sleeping. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3861424264663890730?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3861424264663890730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3861424264663890730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3861424264663890730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3861424264663890730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-merely-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1mscbN4QdI/AAAAAAAABek/sLAutOYRiuc/s72-c/a4b8959297ec18fd92907b13e684bc03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-2533798874313508051</id><published>2010-01-21T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:39:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1gBU8-kuLI/AAAAAAAABec/yCoM5vRcpXw/s1600-h/laughter_by_lauafer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1gBU8-kuLI/AAAAAAAABec/yCoM5vRcpXw/s320/laughter_by_lauafer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429090810272725170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#000099;"&gt;Right after 3 days of LMS and here i am back in school again. the bag this morning could have killed me i swear and if only the bag had wheels i would have dragged it all the way to class. i think my stomach can have muscles very soon because i am sitting with the most freakiest guy named Haziq who always and never fail to make me laugh. just today only, we had three super funny stuffs that we laughed our butts off like crazy. my mind is getting dirtier because of Jonathan,seriously. i managed to prank Haziq by taking his handphone and pretended that he has lost it. all this while when Jonathan called to check, i was trying so hard not to laugh. haha, must have seen Haziq's reaction when his handphone was lost, PRICELESS. he went to a blank state and became sad. HAHAHA! and to top it all off today, i said that Uncle Kebab wore a bra size D which made Haziq so wanting to tell him and laughed crazily. WOW, the laughing made me very high and sleepy and tired. the best part was when Poh stared at me. its not as if i was laughing or talking my lungs out that had to make you stop your lesson. stupid poh. i think she has a grudge on me. go Hafirah! right now, my stomach is telling me to eat. but there's no particular food for lunch and there's like what? frozen prata,currypuff. so lazy to fry because my stomach stops growling after i fry them. how dumb. okay, i cant wait for NPCC tomorrow because we're sure going to slack. hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2533798874313508051?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2533798874313508051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2533798874313508051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2533798874313508051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2533798874313508051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-after-3-days-of-lms-and-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/S1gBU8-kuLI/AAAAAAAABec/yCoM5vRcpXw/s72-c/laughter_by_lauafer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-2832009651697034332</id><published>2010-01-20T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:23:25.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#000099;"&gt;ohh what a lovely day. poh called me at 12noon to remind me to log in to LMS. so the school do check huh? lols. after yesterday, i only completed my maths and physics. i finished SS today,phew. so now its left with English, MT, POA and Geography. okay, my computer keep bugging me thats why i cant finish my homework. haha. i checked out some videos and songs and guess what? i love timbaland. hahaha. like as Liyana said, Timbaland = cool and yummy because i love his songs. they make you move. oh yeah! im feeling very groovy now. im in my hip-hop mood. sheesh, tomorrow going to school and there would be POA test. pfffft. how awesome. i cant wait to see Atikah,Amirah,Farahhin,Liyana and Erna tomorrow. i feel so attached to you guys,haha. its only 5 days but its as if i havent seen you for a month. lol man. and thats because you guys are my source of happiness. :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2832009651697034332?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2832009651697034332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2832009651697034332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2832009651697034332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2832009651697034332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohh-what-lovely-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4079096523788042376</id><published>2010-01-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:22:16.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Please read it. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i sometimes feel only i am reading this.&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/15165235-4079096523788042376?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4079096523788042376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4079096523788042376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4079096523788042376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4079096523788042376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-read-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5261075962816007203</id><published>2010-01-19T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:19:35.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#000099;"&gt;yarrloow. today i rose at 5.30am. impressive right? better than yesterday. up from yesterday,i have only printed worksheets and done Chemistry Quiz so far. hehehe. im so lazy to do sia. really man. the urge to even take a pen and read and write is soooo not there. geez. go fuck LMS ah. stupid system. i rather go to school and learn than home-based learning. its so not effective. LOL, i just received a message from Yiqi saying,"please bring 2 angbao to school on thursday 21/1.This is from poh." the this is from poh is sooo funny. okay wtv. my email has 300 unread emails! can you believe that and its all the notifications from Facebook. gila. okay im Lord Hafirah says Darth Syakir. lol. we actually so called build an army for those who wants to hand in their English on Thursday and give an excuse saying they cannot upload through LMS. muahahaha. wth was in my mind man? i feel like the computer has its own life. yesterday i actually talked to my computer and asked him to be nice and today i found my computer running smoothly. then later my computer tried to play catching by not letting me see the tagboard and when i asked Erna about it and checked again,i can suddenly view it. i must treat my computer. hehe. have i become nerdy? i think i need an injection to put me to sleep and realise myself. fuyoh fuyoh. feeling orix ah. shit,see what i mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5261075962816007203?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5261075962816007203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5261075962816007203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5261075962816007203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5261075962816007203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/yarrloow.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6311784254415145044</id><published>2010-01-18T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:51:41.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So,home is where i live right? what i've realised is that,i never remember anything good about my home. its very saddening. its as if my whole life has been so preoccupied with school and friends i dont even have space for my home and family. its weird how i think that way. everybody in my house treat home as a shelter and live the rest of our lives outside. get what i mean? i don't see my mother or father very often nowadays. its so complex to explain their life. the situation is getting bad to worse. when i say this, i should feel sad because chaos is going to happen. but my heart is so relaxed about it. i've been stuck in this problem so many times. and right now this has become a normality. i dont have that kind of love towards my parents. i gave up dealing with my parents eversince the last war. i was too hurt to hear such nasty sayings from my own father. my heart has been stabbed often that i'll take everything as nothing to me. as the eldest among my siblings, i find it very hard to reason things. i can't always be the one to be blamed when i in the first place is not involved in any matter. after this, i cant help to think about anything else except God, Siblings, Friends, School and my Bright Future. i've fallen hard on the ground that i cant stand up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6149194889960373496</id><published>2010-01-18T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:40:09.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#009900;"&gt;LMS starts and guess what time i woke up? 10am. up till now i havent started anything on LMS except that i printed the papers so i could do it later on. my computer is back for business! yessa. that means you'll see effective updates. hahaha. i think ah. lols. but still i get to update at least once or twice a week so the blog wont be haunted. the blog need a little renovation does it? it'll be renovated soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6149194889960373496?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6149194889960373496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6149194889960373496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6149194889960373496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6149194889960373496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/lms-starts-and-guess-what-time-i-woke.html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-6747249161609219475</id><published>2010-01-15T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:17:41.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;when school reopens, other then studying what else will happen? CCA of course. since we were craving for MacDonald Love, we decided to eat out. but hell to some circumstances we ended eating KFC. the one thing that will always happen when we're eating is that, we always crack a joke. so that had our stomachs cramped while eating too. we caught a couple holding hands and the girl is from my class. im keeping it private and confidential. shhhh. we came late for NPCC and that didnt do anything. we werent punished, hurray and we were given zero tasks,okay except the fact that i looked like a bangla rolling up the nylon string. we were practically L-A-Z-Y since its the first day of training. we played Dare at the canteen. Erna had to take a rubbish from the dustbin, Amirah had to ask a boy's name and say "i like you", Farahhin had to take a picture with Micheal, i had to take a self-pic at the parade square in the middle of the flagpole. we also managed to play "catching" with Angela. haha. i have great muscles because i can carry Amirah,Farahhin and Atikah. Erna didnt participate because she know i cant carry her. haha just kidding only. :D im looking forward to LMS because i can hang on to the computer for like forever. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6747249161609219475?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6747249161609219475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6747249161609219475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6747249161609219475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6747249161609219475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-school-reopens-other-then-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5529554231072890513</id><published>2010-01-13T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:58:15.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#660000;"&gt;wahh,my first post in 2010. how cool. sooooooooooo, school is rather interesting because got Mr Hot. hahaha. sitting beside Haziq is a pain in the ass. im like a punchbag because later Haziq suddenly pushes me and i almost want to drop. that didnt happen once. im glad my english teacher is Ms Jasmine. good luck to those who are with Mdm Zainah. hehehe, ikan garupa. witnessing this year O-level results is definitely an eye opener for me. i realised that going into Secondary 5 can be tough and if you don't work hard,you won't get the results that you want. it'll be bad if i actually get 28 points. imagine that. so much for going into Secondary 5 and at last you end up going to ITE. talking about ITE, i wonder how my friends from 4N1 are coping. they're like gone after they took the results and disappeared into thin air. i do miss them. this year i also realise that the class is actually working hard to do the cheer. well thats like a good improvement from Secondary 3 sia. and we're finally getting to do the Class t-shirt which we could have done it last year. and i think im getting old,like durr i am. i get so exhausted when i reach home and the bed always hypnotise me to go and sleep. hahaha. man, i miss cyberworld so much i think i could be online for a week. heh. i still have loads of pictures to upload and i dont think i can do it now because guess who is nagging? my dear mother. oh yes, i noticed that i was very high during recess and break time. sheesh, sometimes i think im influenced by Haziq. i talk rot like him. yes,im going insane. insane until i dunno whether im hallucinating or dreaming. weird. i feel like jumping off a cliff and wait for Edward to save me. cheh cheh. oh shit,i gotta run. goodnight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5529554231072890513?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5529554231072890513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5529554231072890513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5529554231072890513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5529554231072890513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/wahhmy-first-post-in-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4075643015286604894</id><published>2009-12-23T02:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:21:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"&gt;i must have forgotten to post that i managed to promote to Secondary 5 and im so glad that my dear friends are also promoted too. im overjoyed that none of them are leaving. i am even smiling when im posting this. we're sure going to have 1 more year of jolly good time! my sister is going to Christ Church Secondary. the thing about my siblings and i is that, we dont want to be in the same school. my brother's in Woodgrove,im in Admiralty and my sister's in Christ Church. im going to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow! hurray. i am able to catch the Christmas Celebration in KL. okay not the celebrations infact its the light decorations that they put up. i am so going to shop till i drop there and im going to try thrilling rides in Genting or so. whatever, i only want to shout out loud. Erna, i've returned the Poppyland book so dont worry of getting a fine. :D have i told you i was the new chef in my house? haha. i have to cook practically everyday but i can finally escape from that reality tomorrow. i can also FINALLY RELAX and have a great time. its been so long since i had a fun holiday overseas with my siblings. i'll be back on Monday and i have to start packing. so, MISS ME! hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4075643015286604894?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4075643015286604894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4075643015286604894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4075643015286604894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4075643015286604894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-must-have-forgotten-to-post-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2283438284790157579</id><published>2009-12-22T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:53:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;I went Causeway today with Erna to actually shop the ingredients for doing pizza. when i saw Erna, i felt like i was a little sister and she was my bigger sister. haha. someone brightened up my morning by messaging me although he was trying too hard to make the subject funny. remember the npcc sir we called him "mat indon"? i have been bumping with him for 3 days straight. you know he stays at my block right? okay yesterday night when i was going to take the lift, he was there too. the paisey thing was when he entered the lift with his bicycle, the woman inside the lift never press the open button and he ended up being squashed by the lift thrice. i was trying to control my laughter when i entered the lift sia. then just now i saw him again at causeway point and i managed to take the same bus with him BUT we didnt see each other as he met his other friends under the block. seriously, the mat indon turned into a really nice deal. hehe. btw, i wanted to upload the pizza picture but my laptop doesnt seem to recognise the file. bila skolah buka later i show larr kononnye nak show off. hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2283438284790157579?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2283438284790157579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2283438284790157579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2283438284790157579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2283438284790157579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-causeway-today-with-erna-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5410081178865117536</id><published>2009-12-17T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:00:28.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#33CC00;"&gt;im going to Kuala Lumpur next Thursday which is the eve of Christmas and i might be going to Genting Highlands if im lucky to get a hotel there because of Christmas. or maybe Sunway Lagoon. the plan is not even decided yet but my aunt already bought the tickets to Kuala Lumpur. how pathetic. i hope to do some shopping at KL, its been such a loooooong time i went to KL since my uncle's death. okay i can't wait. oh yeah, yesterday while at causeway point with Erna, we saw Ashnul who was going to have a feast at Seoul Garden with his friends. im glad we bump into him. yes, Erni curi my cekak. so girls, if you happen to singgah rumah Erna, don't leave your things lying around anywhere. she'll assume its hers and you will never get it back. muahahaha. lol, evil laughter when its my cekak who became the victim. pfft. Erna go spank your sister. eh, tomorrow can see my classmates. oh, i havent do my homework. hehehe. alamak, got Mdm Poh. worse, got Mr Gamma Ray. "australian pork is the best!" lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5410081178865117536?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5410081178865117536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5410081178865117536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5410081178865117536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5410081178865117536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-going-to-kuala-lumpur-next-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7655471455451433644</id><published>2009-12-17T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:00:22.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;dooms day tomorrow which is the results day. my hearts beating very fast and im getting very nervous. if i meet the criteria, i'll go to Secondary 5 or not, ITE. i want to go Secondary 5 as i dont want to start doing projects as yet in ITE. well, good luck to all NLevel peeps for the results. as for yesterday and the past past days, the mood at home hasnt been very jolly. instead, there were a lot of arguments with my grandmother and im growing sick and tired of it. she wont stop blabbering to me. but i cant sit and listen to the same story over and over again like a spoilt radio. fair enough, she went back home yesterday with the maid. and today, im actually struggling to keep the house clean and COOK for my family. believe me or not, i actually went to youtube to find a "cook-along" video of how to cook Spaghetti Bolognese. the whole reason is because i dont have the spaghetti paste thats why i went online to find homemade paste and at last,i dont even have the ingredients to cook it. what the hell. i ended cooking sardine. i have like tonnes to do at home since my grandma is out. i have to shift my stuffs back to my room which was formerly at my parents room. okay, i think i have diarrhea.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7655471455451433644?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7655471455451433644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7655471455451433644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7655471455451433644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7655471455451433644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/dooms-day-tomorrow-which-is-results-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-980123503038603282</id><published>2009-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:00:02.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;i'm catching New Moon today and i miss Amirah and Ashnul. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-980123503038603282?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/980123503038603282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=980123503038603282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/980123503038603282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/980123503038603282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-catching-new-moon-today-and-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5708263214391384260</id><published>2009-12-09T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:58:02.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went to eat breakfast with Erna today, PANCAKES! yum. we went early in the morning at 8plus, there was a reason why we wanted it early. Erna wanted to meet her Mr Right, since he was going out on that day. but failed to meet him in the end. when i and Erna was walking into McDonalds, there was this guy waving at my direction. i thought i recognised him from afar, luckily i asked Erna or not i would have myself waving at him! sheesh. after breakfast, none of the shops were opened yet so we hang out around causeway, walking aimlessly. at one of the shops, i dont know whats the name, we were looking at the magazines and there were those policemen walking past the shop. they said,"hey" to get our attention. LOLS man. i wanted to buy the Seventeen magazine but the back page was koyak so we went in causeway to find the Seventeen magazine but it was nowhere near sight. i was like thinking, popular juga magazine ni. at last, i bought the magazine koyak. Erna and i were talking about who we miss in our class then sekali, we saw Ting Feng. we were mesmerised for a moment. hahaha. after that we went to Northpoint since Erna wanted Famous Amos. we went searching for BBQ to see if either Syafiqah or Liyana was there but we ended up sitting right infront the shop,resting. we saw Xiang Long there too. walked again and watched the Sesame Street performed live on stage. ELMO WAS SO CUTE! and so was cookie monster and ernie. haha.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5708263214391384260?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5708263214391384260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5708263214391384260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5708263214391384260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5708263214391384260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-to-eat-breakfast-with-erna-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-1097829604867200057</id><published>2009-12-08T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:04:02.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hello, lovely readers. im still here not dead. dont worry. the past week has been a hell-of-a-ride for me. a lot of things happened. im sure you want to know what is it right? who doesnt, lols. well, last Sunday guessed what i did? i actually worked for kendarat! unbelievable. i actually WORKED. the pay was $30, instant money. hahahaha.i worked with Erna so that wasnt much of a problem except that i got to know how Zack(the guy who pretended to ask for Aishah on the phone) look like. he is Rahim's brother. he is damn irritating(read this Zack!) seriously. he kept disturbing me about my skin colour and he called me the mamak kat kedai buat roti prata. HE IS NOT ANY BETTER I TELL YOU! i wont say it, later he cry like a small baby! hahaha. about the work, i made mistakes. i actually took the plate of this makcik which she havent finish eating because i thought she finished eating as there were tissues on her plate. she wasnt even attending to her plate man. how embarrassing. that didnt happened once. pfft. the other kendarats were carrying stacks and stacks of plates and cups and the goblets but i and Erna was practically carrying a little bit of them. its so much for convenient and safer. im so scared if i carried like them, i'll drop the plates. it was pretty much tiring as my legs were aching but i still loved it. i am still jogging with Erna every morning,okay not jogging but playing basketball. we only started jogging today since Erna's pretty leg has recovered. but i swear we were lazy. we jogged at first but walked all the way. managed to play soccer and did stretching in the end. lols. my attempt of doing the wheelcart(is it?) failed, and hurt my self on my bum. Erna's neighbourhood is cool. i find that everytime i go there, something interesting always happen. the other time, a group of matsaleh walked past us. while exercising, sempat tengok kat dorang. haiyo. i have been eating a proper amount of food and havent been eating fast food since the last movie i had and finally ate McDonalds with Liyana. it was HEAVEN.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1097829604867200057?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1097829604867200057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1097829604867200057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1097829604867200057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1097829604867200057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-lovely-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-3961629459366199657</id><published>2009-11-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:39:15.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sw4CJt0Nt_I/AAAAAAAABdw/fXpMu18yQfY/s1600/DSC05225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408262568459220978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sw4CJt0Nt_I/AAAAAAAABdw/fXpMu18yQfY/s320/DSC05225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sw4CJMIEeMI/AAAAAAAABdo/DeUDuCbl4-U/s1600/DSC05231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408262559415695554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sw4CJMIEeMI/AAAAAAAABdo/DeUDuCbl4-U/s320/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO! im back. only for today,hahahah. im at Erna's house right now because i went jogging with Erna and Liyana which we ended up playing basketball and doing exercises. ohh and we saw Tabitha too. yesterday, i watched Paranormal Activity with my favourite bunch of girls and i swear the movie was very haunting! i couldnt sleep till 3am this morning sia. in the theater there was this couple sitting beside me and unfortunately it was a guy. BUT the thing was when there were scenes that were creepy and suddenly scares you, the man beside freaked out like shit sia! and the chair was moving. he made the movie funny because his reaction was priceless! if you're going to catch this movie take note that different people get a different ending. if you get the ending i got, im sure it'll haunt you at night. HAHAHA! after the movie went to Orchard Central to the very top level and catch a breather but we ended up feeling like foreigners speaking in english accent and jakon-ish. we saw Lydia and Yuhang too! okay, i had tooooo much fun from the time we arrived all the way in the train back home. geee, i wished i had that video-taped. so, FINALLY i updated and you guys dont have to keep coming back to my blog and see that "it's the third day of bridging" again. hehehe. i'll update again when my computer is back. happy hari raya haji advance! &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/15165235-3961629459366199657?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3961629459366199657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-275559843238635587</id><published>2009-10-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:07:33.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;today is the third day of bridging programme and what i've learnt so far? nothing. it feels like i was in school laughing my butt off with my friends and the next moment,poof,im home. teachers can be really irritating at times you know. and they can manipulate your mind into doing something. they've been blabbering alot about going to ITE and going to Secondary 5. at a point, i think that going ITE was going to be a sweet escape for me so that i wouldnt struggle for Secondary 5 but going through Secondary 5 wouldnt be a bad choice either because there's not really a hell lot of topics to learn. so whats my pick? im thinking of Secondary 5. no one not even a teacher can change my mind right now. i think if i put in a little bit more of effort and try to take things and see things like its nothing then i'll make it. but that'll be a great challenge for me. you'll never know if you never try. oh yes, good luck to Liyana for her interview. and Erna, come school tomorrow. i want to see your pretty face. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-275559843238635587?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/275559843238635587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=275559843238635587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/275559843238635587'/><link rel='self' 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got out, today i also go out. tomorrow also go out, go school. hahahah. gila. i think i went to a colour chocolate to a dark chocolate. hehehe, because i played in the sea when it was scorching hot. can see the bloody difference from bright to dark. aiyoo. oh and i ate chicken ribs just now. it was just fatty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2803031176040872343?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2803031176040872343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2803031176040872343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2803031176040872343'/><link rel='self' 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managed to buy a pair of sandals,2 plain tshirts,2 tights,a tube and a bag. i want more but my mother is holding on to the money. its not like she buys me things you know. gahhh. whatever. school on monday. stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2414829523306770829?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2414829523306770829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2414829523306770829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2414829523306770829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2414829523306770829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-yesterday-i-couldnt-get-to-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7280825717963345531</id><published>2009-10-23T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:49:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/SugUF1uzPnI/AAAAAAAABdY/6cAXaVg9nOo/s1600-h/DSC04851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397586243958816370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/SugUF1uzPnI/AAAAAAAABdY/6cAXaVg9nOo/s400/DSC04851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when everyone arrived, Haziq looked like he just woke up from his sleep because his hair tells so and khairi looked way thinner and taller. usually he always wear big tshirts that make him look big. i thought today we were going Orchard to shop BUT we actually walked around the whole orchard without shopping. we walked from Ion Orchard to Plaza Singapura to Somerset is it? lols i forgot. the route was just very long until my leg got blister. wooyeah. the whole idea was to actually walk to Marina Bay and take a shuttle bus to Marina Barrage. me and Erna was just going crazy over the matsalehs. hahaha. and Ashnul with his camera taking pictures, i feel like a model. lols. oh yeah, i guess everyone knew that the banglas always like to look at me. like only me not at the other girls. haish. thats how it is when i go to Little India, all eyes are fixed on you. then there was this anonymous indian guy was somehow stalking me sia. it was obvious. Haziq said that he was going to ask my number. wth? haha. siao. dah gitu tkpe, inside the bus pulak got another bagel staring at me. haiyoooooo. stress sey. at last when he go down, Farahhin pulled a face to him. hahaha. hilarious. although i was there at Marina Barrage once, i still felt jakon when i went there again. hahaha. kalau boleh i want to sleep there only because the breeze is freaking nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7280825717963345531?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7280825717963345531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7280825717963345531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7280825717963345531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7280825717963345531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-everyone-arrived-haziq-looked-like.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/SugUF1uzPnI/AAAAAAAABdY/6cAXaVg9nOo/s72-c/DSC04851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-8837229775120698533</id><published>2009-10-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:18:29.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Suf8I7snkpI/AAAAAAAABdI/vwKVAYsf-cE/s1600-h/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397559908820816530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Suf8I7snkpI/AAAAAAAABdI/vwKVAYsf-cE/s400/DSC04807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Suf8IUO6vCI/AAAAAAAABdA/CPJtheS1S7k/s1600-h/DSC04806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397559898227260450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Suf8IUO6vCI/AAAAAAAABdA/CPJtheS1S7k/s400/DSC04806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;believe it or not this is after i cried terribly because of my mother. i don't understand her at all. a minute she says its alright that she wanted to fetch me back home after that she scolded me saying that i made her wait for a very long time. but in the first place she insisted to fetch me! and seriously man, she said that she tahan her kencing for so long takot her car kena saman but hello, isnt your sister's house just above? wth? she could have asked me to come down at the carpark then she can go and kencing right!!!? issssssh. lets not talk about it already. so, moral of the story is, eventhough you're feeling sad, one funny picture can make you laugh your ass off. im serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8837229775120698533?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8837229775120698533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8837229775120698533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8837229775120698533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8837229775120698533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe-it-or-not-this-is-after-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/Suf8I7snkpI/AAAAAAAABdI/vwKVAYsf-cE/s72-c/DSC04807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-4412624503809154087</id><published>2009-10-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:43:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sug7MvM7WrI/AAAAAAAABdg/oA3bvzVHIc0/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397629243418696370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sug7MvM7WrI/AAAAAAAABdg/oA3bvzVHIc0/s320/DSC04794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't judge it's cover by it's looks. you should think this box contains sweets isnt it? the truth is, it is filled with coins. hehehe, this is erna's work. laugh out loud.&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/15165235-4412624503809154087?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4412624503809154087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4412624503809154087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4412624503809154087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4412624503809154087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-judge-its-cover-by-its-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/Sug7MvM7WrI/AAAAAAAABdg/oA3bvzVHIc0/s72-c/DSC04794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-1413450359091362254</id><published>2009-10-20T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:55:26.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sufy9ZY-4JI/AAAAAAAABc4/AIlW4CFJYUM/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397549815028441234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sufy9ZY-4JI/AAAAAAAABc4/AIlW4CFJYUM/s400/DSC04717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and finally after those long days sitting at home and basically dumbing yourself up home, i get to actually TALK like chat till you drop. oh yes, next time if you're asking to meet up, please have a different timing to wait because the boys came half an hour than the waiting time. get what i mean? we were basically very unlucky today. what i remembered clearly was we met at 2.30pm and reached at Pasir Ris park barbeque pit at 5.30pm. LOOK, Singapore only take mostly an hour to reach a destination by bus. this is freakingly 3 hours. guess what happened? we took 168 and drop opposite of Tampines bus interchange and Faoz confidently asked us to take bus 27 to Downtown East. rightfully, it went all the way to PUNGGOL! damn. if we never get down the bus before its last bus stop, we would reach way later. and then, once reached i thought it was going to be near round the corner of pasir ris park. but NOOOO, we had to walk and cross over two fcking bridges to reach our destination. from area 1 to area 3. you know how far is that? pffft. finally at the barbeque pit, got this uncle we call him uncle pasir ris same like auntie fushan! walao, inform once okay larr, NO NEED TO REPEAT AGAIN SIA! ishhhh. told my daddy that i'll be returning at 7, i returned at 11.30pm. what a big difference. i was even late to go to my auntie's open house. BUT, the barbeque was definitely worth all the effort. oh ya, a few chicken were overcooked and became black. haha. why? because all too excited looking at the flaming fire and forgotten about the poor chicken getting burned. hehehe, the day was well spent. pictures at facebook. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1413450359091362254?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1413450359091362254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1413450359091362254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1413450359091362254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1413450359091362254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-finally-after-those-long-days.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Sufy9ZY-4JI/AAAAAAAABc4/AIlW4CFJYUM/s72-c/DSC04717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-1739217614486150237</id><published>2009-10-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:38:58.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;my mother finally came home today but the bad thing was instead of reaching at the airport early in the morning at 5.30, we overslept. hahaha. we were only awake when she called to say that she was out from the belt. pffft. i had my breakfast at Changi Village and got a glimpse of the sunrise. so pretty sia. the trip to Brisbane,Gold Coast is boring according to my mum and expensive. a taxi ride can cost you 80 ozzy dollars(australian currency) which should be 90 singapore dollars. wow. the best thing is, she bought the famous Nougat of different flavours and alot of chocolates. yummy. tomorrow is going to be happening. i'll save space in my tummy for food tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1739217614486150237?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1739217614486150237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1739217614486150237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1739217614486150237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1739217614486150237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mother-finally-came-home-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-6409011585670367728</id><published>2009-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:00:03.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;okay im getting ready to go to Little India with my aunt. its soooo bored at home eventhough there's the television,computer and Xbox. mata aku sakit tengok screen. so im going out to wash eyes, i mean to relax my eyes. hehe. wait dont get the idea wrong. not wash eyes at Little India to ogle at the bangla. eiiiiiw! i just want to take a breather outside. ehh, my computer finding trouble wiith me you know. the screen tak nak open. it blacken out! stupid. but nvm. and ya, how is Farahhin,Amirah,Liyana,Atikah and Saifuddin doing? Erna no need to know hahaha. we just talked on the phone yesterday lols. so i now shes doing fine except that her darling is at pulau ubin. hehehe. okay, adious amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-6409011585670367728?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6409011585670367728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=6409011585670367728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6409011585670367728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/6409011585670367728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-im-getting-ready-to-go-to-little.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-5803489670967238445</id><published>2009-10-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:36:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss Big Bang larr. Gdragon and Taeyang has only made their solo comebacks but i want to see the whole group perform together. sobsob. oh yeah today is what occasion? its Happy Deepavali. of all things, Erna actually wished me happy deepavali. lols. my makcik came today and cooked thosai, slurp. yummy. OH YA! i dreamt the best thing ever. hehehehe. i dreamt GCE(Fatimah) kissed me on my cheeks and i some sort felt it. haha. wooooo. Erna said entah-entah hantu kiss me thats why i felt it. gosh. hahaha. i cant wait for Tuesday barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-5803489670967238445?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5803489670967238445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=5803489670967238445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5803489670967238445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/5803489670967238445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-big-bang-larr.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-7144973198186165796</id><published>2009-10-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:40:09.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;since im free, i went to causeway point to buy some stuffs. and coincidentally from a whole $82 i spent it until it was $6 left. omg. im a spendthrift. wooo. and i saw Haziq too, with a group of girls. hehehehe. oh yeah, the best thing that happened was the pipe taik BOCOH kat tengah-tengah. it seriously blocked the way for people to go in and out. the smell i tell you fooh, POWER man. when i was eating at KFC,this unknown number called and went "hello,i want to speak to somebody" in a very weird tone. at the background i could hear people laughing and the guy kept saying the same line. it was funny because the way he said somebody was draggy and weird. last last, Ashnul nye suara keluar. alamak, aku kene prank call lagi. the person who said the line was Khairi. i can sooo imagine him saying that. haha. ehh, how to make my hair become less frizzy and thin and silky ah? i look like nenek kebayan when im at home and i scare myself sometimes when i look in the mirror. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-7144973198186165796?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7144973198186165796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=7144973198186165796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7144973198186165796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/7144973198186165796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-im-free-i-went-to-causeway-point.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4579897635490641382</id><published>2009-10-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:12:28.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SAYONARA!&lt;br /&gt;my mum has left for a trip to Australia today and will only be back on Monday. im so going to miss her. right after my mum left, my father and my siblings board the skytrain. from terminal 3 to terminal 2 and back to terminal 3. thats how jakon my family can get. we're singaporeans and we freaking dont know how it feels to take a skytrain. hehehehe. now the computers mine hahaha, no guidance. i can use it whenever i can. but i dont think i will hang on the computer for long lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4579897635490641382?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4579897635490641382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4579897635490641382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4579897635490641382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4579897635490641382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayonara-my-mum-has-left-for-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2916251865649274376</id><published>2009-10-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:45:47.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"&gt;yesterday have made me feel very very lethargic. 12 hours sleep was still not enough for me. my stomach is so full from yesterday too. im going to upload the photos in Facebook, grabbing time. after the 3 weeks of bridging, im going to start jogging. i need to exercise so i feel fresh. wooooo, GCE(fatimah) chatted with me and i was smiling practically the whole time. lols. but his gay. :( okay, the cerita most of you dislike, Jihan has started. im going to watch it now and let the suspense come in again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2916251865649274376?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2916251865649274376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2916251865649274376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2916251865649274376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2916251865649274376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-have-made-me-feel-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-8802920349086637792</id><published>2009-10-12T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:56:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRl9_hnZzI/AAAAAAAABcQ/e5eUu5LIt64/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRl9_hnZzI/AAAAAAAABcQ/e5eUu5LIt64/s400/DSC04294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392046769568180018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000066;"&gt;i went out raya today right after my POA paper. a great way to celebrate. hahaha. the day was very hilarious. we managed to go to everyone's house except for Saifuddin whose parents weren't home. i ate two full plates of maggi goreng and a lot of chicken at Amirah's house because i was famished. i didnt eat in the morning and by the time it was 2 plus, the hunger came in like hell. laugh out loud, everyone was teasing me about eating saying, "kalau part makan, Hafirah first." hahaha, and Amirah even asked me if i was okay controling my hunger until Atikah's house! but im okay with it. hehe. on our way to Liyana's house, some boys went singing Zee Avi's Kantoi song and changing the lyrics to the part,"you kata you keluar pergi dinner to raya." we took videos of us asking forgiveness and also a catwalk show. lols. by the time it was night, i seem to have gotten a little mabok and guess what? i fell to the ground on my knees and bounced once. funny sia. Farahhin couldnt keep her laughter i tell you. she laughed so hard until nak naik staircase pun susah. Farahhin's house was the last and i reached home at 11.30pm. oh and not to forget the 'neighbour hot'. there was also a few times when i kept saying the wrong things and so was Erna. i am feeling whooped out. night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8802920349086637792?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8802920349086637792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8802920349086637792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8802920349086637792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8802920349086637792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-went-out-raya-today-right-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRl9_hnZzI/AAAAAAAABcQ/e5eUu5LIt64/s72-c/DSC04294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-1857958829275151292</id><published>2009-10-11T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:09:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRrrRMvARI/AAAAAAAABcg/VPZ6kHW8IKo/s1600-h/DSC04271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRrrRMvARI/AAAAAAAABcg/VPZ6kHW8IKo/s320/DSC04271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392053044964688146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRrq14S_mI/AAAAAAAABcY/6vlImrPlqAQ/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/StRrq14S_mI/AAAAAAAABcY/6vlImrPlqAQ/s320/DSC04214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392053037631209058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;the openhouse yesterday was spent mainly with my baby cousin. its the first time he actually wanted to be around me or you can never expect him to be with me. lols. i seriously felt like a small kid and didnt want to get out of it. today, my father told me that we're going out and be returning home in the afternoon so that my siblings and i can study for tomorrows exam. BUT, after saying all that, i came home at 12 midnight. i finally went to marina barrage and the best thing there is it is very peaceful. its better if you go there at night and seat by enjoying the night breeze. people even play the kite at night too. how cool. i want to go there again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-1857958829275151292?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1857958829275151292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=1857958829275151292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1857958829275151292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/1857958829275151292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/openhouse-yesterday-was-spent-mainly.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/StRrrRMvARI/AAAAAAAABcg/VPZ6kHW8IKo/s72-c/DSC04271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165235.post-3823438631608174455</id><published>2009-10-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:02:36.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;im currently at my cousins house for the open house. and its unusual because usually if i come i dont get to play the computer and here i am using it. im wearing the indian outfit except without the seluar. i feel like going to club right now and dance. laugh out loud. oh yeah, POA. it still sucks. i have sunday to study but it seems like i have jemputans to go to. okay. erna is soooo crazy. lols, she sure is having sooo much fun at the chalet. heehee. im hungy so im out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-3823438631608174455?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3823438631608174455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=3823438631608174455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3823438631608174455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/3823438631608174455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-currently-at-my-cousins-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-968371254217268644</id><published>2009-10-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:19:07.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/syC-yBkWPok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/syC-yBkWPok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FT Island's new Japanese MV, Raining. I love Hongki's hair and Jonghun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-968371254217268644?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/968371254217268644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=968371254217268644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/968371254217268644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/968371254217268644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/ft-islands-new-japanese-mv-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-8447212482883761477</id><published>2009-10-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:55:41.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#003333;"&gt;my mother seemed to be so happy for me not attending school today because i dont have any exams. lol. the other day i bought the green sunsilk bottle shampoo because the smell is sweet. and damn it cause the content in the bottle was waaaaay different then the usual product. hell, the smell in the bottle was awful like it was sour and the colour of the shampoo was green. im thinking while the company was inserting the shampoo they accidentally inserted the body wash. stupid. how am i going to wash my hair with that type of shampoo. to make things even worse, my mother asked me to finish up the whole bottle then only i can buy a new one. WTH? its 700ml, it'll take months to finish sia. my hair is soooo going to smell of rotten egg. i must do something. i have to go out in an hour or two to meet my grandmother and i dread meeting her because errrm, she's not human-friendly towards me. lols. i'd be so fine if i wouldnt even need to meet her but she is delivering some food for raya. shucks, can i hide anywhere so nobody finds me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-8447212482883761477?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8447212482883761477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=8447212482883761477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8447212482883761477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/8447212482883761477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mother-seemed-to-be-so-happy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-2686126129310175863</id><published>2009-10-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:45:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and yeah, while on our way back to school in the bus, Farahhin,Atikah and Amirah got themselves a stalker! hahaha. this down-syndrome boy was practically staring at Farahhin the most and started to stare at Atikah too. he even listened to our conversation. the hilarious thing was when he got down the bus, he actually used this 'i-got-my-eyes-on-you' sign to Amirah. his mother is right infront of him man! laugh out loud, i was stunned by it. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-2686126129310175863?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2686126129310175863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=2686126129310175863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2686126129310175863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/2686126129310175863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-yeah-while-on-our-way-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15165235.post-4182595942709987980</id><published>2009-10-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:40:31.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Ss7l9KSzmII/AAAAAAAABcI/vySopZ2j1M4/s1600-h/Ann_1_by_frida_vl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDiLngb_X44/Ss7l9KSzmII/AAAAAAAABcI/vySopZ2j1M4/s320/Ann_1_by_frida_vl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390498642907076738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#FFCC33;"&gt;whats done for N-Levels? Science,Maths and Geography. im only left with POA, the subject i detest most. well, earlier this morning we girls and Saifuddin went to Pastamania to have lunch. it was very very kecoh. after our Maths Paper 2, the weather turned bad. it was raining heavily and only Atikah and Amirah brought her umbrellas. we thought of booking a Taxi but hell it was fully booked. luckily, the security guard was kind enough, well not really kind, a little stingy at first, borrowed her umbrella. we made it just in time to have lunch and i had Spicy Crayfish the same with Saifuddin. it was simply delicious and that was my first expensive dish i bought for myself. 17 bucks for a dish and a drink. its not that bad and i want to have food there again. Raya is postponed to this Monday after my POA and since its only 8 houses in total with the bunch of girls i always hang out with, its going to be one roller coaster ride!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165235-4182595942709987980?l=myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4182595942709987980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165235&amp;postID=4182595942709987980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4182595942709987980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165235/posts/default/4182595942709987980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperformanceforyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-done-for-n-levels-sciencemaths.html' title=''/><author><name>hafirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03108139632053792060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PDiLngb_X44/Ss7l9KSzmII/AAAAAAAABcI/vySopZ2j1M4/s72-c/Ann_1_by_frida_vl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
