<?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-8424332</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:24:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's all that ...</title><subtitle type='html'>read and understand me ..
feel me ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-1259782110684446014</id><published>2007-01-31T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:41:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just had my first ever night shift as a nursing student. And oh boyy ... it was such an experience!! Especially when you are assigned, ALONE. Yes, just one of me with non of my wardmates. It was a night of joy, splendid,(NOT)! Two Staff Nurses, an Assistant Nurse and a Student Nurse against 30 patients (which is equivalent to the world).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We pushed a female patient out of her shared cubicle as she was getting out of control, so we had her stationed, along with the bed, out into the hallway right infront of the nurses station, just to keep an eye on her. Just that one lady, my hair ran out of place wildly, the veins in my eyes came popping out and my eardrums, they hurt! A doctor told us that when it's the fullmoon, you are expected to  get patients like this. And yes, so ironic but true. The way she screeeeeaaammmmmed ... I just wanna run out of NUH and dig a hole so deep and bury myself in it. I'd rather sleep in the mortuary! That lasted for 5 solid hours. All the screaming and cursing and bulls*ittin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SIGHS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Please God, not another night like that pleaseee ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arul, I guess my night was even more exciting than yours. So exciting I could just stab myself  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'27'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times!! I hate that number, please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bed 27 Bed 27&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no more please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when she was pushed down for close monitoring, I had to follow my SN and Dr, to push my patient's stuff down while they pushed the bed. The lift wasn't huge enough to just fit me and the loaded trolley in with them so I had to wait for another by myself. And by the time I got there, I got locked out. All were busy inside, they've forgotten me. This poor wrecked soul, so cold and afraid. 20 minutes seems like days! I kept pressing the bell throughout , in fear! haha. Then came this potter, who saved my fear. I was already suffocating by then. Upon entering, I was greeted by that same screeching voice. AGH! Ghastly! I even had to push another of my patient down for X-Ray. It was soo soo quiet. Made me feel like I was a living dead. And now it's time for me to get ready, to face another night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wyn, I miss you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-1259782110684446014?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/1259782110684446014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=1259782110684446014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/1259782110684446014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/1259782110684446014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-night.html' title='My First Night'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-7896310490468166671</id><published>2007-01-03T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:45:24.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007!</title><content type='html'>Today's the 3rd day of year 2007 ..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm whistling to a new tune already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Lan's wedding was on the first, and here are some pictures ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015596636207028402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgmmHB24gc/RZr6kR3DmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJS7jrCXf9w/s320/IMG_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015596911084935362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgmmHB24gc/RZr60R3DmMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JofA6FSi8KE/s320/IMG_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015597800143165666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgmmHB24gc/RZr7oB3DmOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oRQYmY1WszY/s320/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015597555330029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgmmHB24gc/RZr7Zx3DmNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gk8CX2a200s/s320/IMG_1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I've started working at the Motorola Factory, I've become a nocturnal female. If you're wondering why, it's cause I'm in the .. night shift. Standing for 12hours. Crazy but pay's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I'll be going out for some fun! Chalet with my best girlfriends! yeeehaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had a fucking huge breakfast and I feel like I'm gonna throw up any minute now ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-7896310490468166671?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/7896310490468166671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=7896310490468166671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/7896310490468166671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/7896310490468166671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_yAgmmHB24gc/RZr6kR3DmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DJS7jrCXf9w/s72-c/IMG_1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-955769499515748637</id><published>2006-12-29T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T04:52:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006's coming to an end. in 3 days time to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's high time i bring myself up ... to forget about everything, absolutely everything, good or bad, which has happened in 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder what 2007 has in store for me. Not another heartbreaking year please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be myself if it happens again ... swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-955769499515748637?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/955769499515748637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=955769499515748637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/955769499515748637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/955769499515748637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/12/sadly.html' title='Sadly,'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-116460988982692695</id><published>2006-11-27T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:44:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been on hiatus for ... like .. whoa. so yeah, currently busy busy busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-116460988982692695?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/116460988982692695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=116460988982692695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/116460988982692695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/116460988982692695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/11/been-on-hiatus-for.html' title=''/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-115709323980468352</id><published>2006-09-01T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:57:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Teacher's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oops. I missed the whole of July and August to blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sorry people. Guess I'm just too busy being in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;. And within that 2 months, lots of ups and downs I tell ya. Let me summarise a little. Well, just the highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First month with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yusuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;BayBeats&lt;/strong&gt; in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Beloved HP got pickpocket in &lt;strong&gt;JB&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*screw that arse, PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Attachment in the &lt;strong&gt;Paeds Ward&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The month when &lt;strong&gt;Nenek&lt;/strong&gt; has to leave us all behind, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you Nenek&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I can't remember anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second month with&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Yusuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;*GRR*&lt;/em&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; GF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wani's &lt;/strong&gt;sister's wedding night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cried almost thrice in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Witnessed the &lt;strong&gt;most beautiful fireworks&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;most beautiful boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; amongst the &lt;strong&gt;beautiful crowd&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Attachment in &lt;strong&gt;W55&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;NUH&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;best Brother&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sister &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Staff Nurses&lt;/strong&gt; ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;sweetest double date&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;GF Jalilah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;her BF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; had an &lt;strong&gt;OP done&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;warded&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;biggest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;argument&lt;/strong&gt; with&lt;strong&gt; Yusuf&lt;/strong&gt;, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;best night&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;GF Sandy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;pretty fun Red Cross Camp&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Attachment in &lt;strong&gt;Ang Mo Kio Community Hospital.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;exciting fire drill&lt;/strong&gt; in that hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tekka date&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Kak Halimah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GF Sharon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;JOAKIM GOMEZ OUT OF SINGAPORE IDOL! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahhahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ahahhaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-115709323980468352?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/115709323980468352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=115709323980468352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115709323980468352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115709323980468352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-teachers-day.html' title='On Teacher&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-115150229115552394</id><published>2006-06-28T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:27:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I had the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;week of my life ever! Despite having to&lt;strong&gt; fail&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;PC A&lt;/strong&gt; paper, I was brightened up by my lovely &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;and of course the&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;est&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt; I have! &lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;strong&gt;, boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. Never thought of that but some stuff happen when you least expected it. Agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Guess who the&lt;strong&gt; boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; is .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;He's the guy I've been blogging about. &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; My &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Muhammad Yusuf I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the one who will make my heartbeat go double, even skip a beat or two at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who gives me gentle pecks on the forehead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crack silly jokes and make me laugh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes roll my eyes. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy who makes me feel so rejuvenated even after a long day of school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who will let me sniff him hard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even play with his hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.. and with so much adoration and affection, I'm gonna type this out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;for you and for all to know, that ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suke? hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So, I was out with &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt; the whole of&lt;strong&gt; Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, trying to look for &lt;strong&gt;Elfiza's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday present, but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nonetheless, we spent so much quality time together. We ended the day with a surprise, &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. My family saw us together!! ..&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The following day, which was &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, was sucha bomb! It was the day my &lt;strong&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt; and I + our &lt;strong&gt;bfs&lt;/strong&gt; gave &lt;strong&gt;Elfiza &lt;/strong&gt;an advanced &lt;strong&gt;birthday surprise&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;Istana Park&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Our dear girlfriend almost wanted to tear, &lt;em&gt;hehe. &lt;/em&gt;Then, we proceeded to&lt;strong&gt; Arab St.&lt;/strong&gt; for some&lt;strong&gt; sheesha&lt;/strong&gt; session. Most of the girls (including myself) are &lt;strong&gt;sheesha virgins&lt;/strong&gt;, so it was something new! I looooove the scent of it! Strawberry and mixed fruits! So fruity! Well, like&lt;em&gt; duh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Here are the pictures ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6241970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6241973.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6241975.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6241977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/CA6RCPI3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/CAETCPM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6241982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-115150229115552394?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/115150229115552394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=115150229115552394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115150229115552394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115150229115552394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-smiles-honey.html' title='All Smiles Honey'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-115060270970843800</id><published>2006-06-18T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:51:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOHOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why am I so damn paranoid? Uhm, think I know why, I missed my weekly dosage of &lt;strong&gt;Ilhan Aqil&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There, that's my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little drug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We lost a very close family friend. She's still young, yet she left us all. Very shocking lah. This incident brought me back to &lt;strong&gt;March 2003&lt;/strong&gt;, when my one and only &lt;strong&gt;Busu&lt;/strong&gt; had to go. =( &lt;strong&gt;Busu&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cik&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sure He loves you more. And, my prayers are with you. Friends, you never know when it's your turn .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Went to school with &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; morning. Still trying to figure out what made me late .. poor &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt; had to rush with me. haha. I'm sorry. Later that evening, we went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/strong&gt; at, guess where?!&lt;strong&gt; Cathay Cineplex&lt;/strong&gt;! It's so cool! $9.50 worth it for the plush seats. What a grand theatre. But then, Silent Hill sucked! It wasn't scary at all, pretty stupid lah. It cracked me up a bit but &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt; said &lt;em&gt;"I don't understand why the people are laughing, stupid"&lt;/em&gt; (something like that &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;). ... but I was one of them who laughed too, does that mean I'm stupid as well? *&lt;em&gt;sobs&lt;/em&gt;* . Guess he was pretty disappointed. Hey, you're not alone. &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! The sound system was awesome. That, made me jump, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the movie. &lt;em&gt;hee&lt;/em&gt;. Nonetheless, &lt;strong&gt;had a great night&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can anyone get me a new mousepad, please? The one mom bought is such an irritant. It's too smooth, no, it's not smooth, it's not cooperating at all, no, i don't know. &lt;strong&gt;AND IT'S SO KENTAL! ADE DONALD DUCK! QUACK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;R.V&lt;/strong&gt; with family at &lt;strong&gt;Lot 1&lt;/strong&gt; lastnight. Oh boy, it's been a while already. My last movie there was&lt;strong&gt; Queen of the Damned.&lt;/strong&gt; Years already! Lost my mood, my senses, getting old and cranky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-115060270970843800?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/115060270970843800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=115060270970843800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115060270970843800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115060270970843800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/boohoo.html' title='BOOHOO'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-115007880906298393</id><published>2006-06-12T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:05:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Kin, Baaaaaaaaad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yikes! I skipped class. It's just &lt;strong&gt;CSV&lt;/strong&gt; anyways. But, me? Skipping class? Oh well. With &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; now, in the school's &lt;strong&gt;MLC.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm feeling a little naughty now. &lt;em&gt;A naughty nurse. haha&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that's kinky&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've got &lt;strong&gt;Saturday's&lt;/strong&gt; pictures!! Wanna see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purtty. Purrtty. Purrrrtty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;MEOW~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GURLINGS&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;MY WANNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(guess the light hates me, &lt;em&gt;dengki&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101939.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The Babies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;GF Dyla&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GF Wanny&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101937.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GF Fiza&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GF Amy&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101946.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GF Az&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;BF, In&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101938.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**mwa  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101950.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hunks &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for that Night. &lt;em&gt;hee.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fadzil&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101948.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I Can't Wait for &lt;strong&gt;Benchwarmers &lt;/strong&gt;to Start! .. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'cept them&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101941.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With&lt;strong&gt; GF Amy&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101936.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With &lt;strong&gt;GF Dyla&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101943.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With &lt;strong&gt;GF Wanny&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6101953.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;School was sucha bore today. Got teased by my girlfriends during &lt;strong&gt;Gerontology &lt;/strong&gt;lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gilrs, please no more blushing statements/questions for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-115007880906298393?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/115007880906298393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=115007880906298393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115007880906298393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115007880906298393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-kin-baaaaaaaaad.html' title='Bad Kin, Baaaaaaaaad'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-115000763520709465</id><published>2006-06-11T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:16:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count the Funny's in this Entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Let's start of by sharing with you pictures of my ..... *&lt;em&gt;drum rolls&lt;/em&gt;* .... MORNING FACES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; me on a cancelled &lt;strong&gt;Ubin&lt;/strong&gt; trip, early &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and a very contented girl on a &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(( I think I look pretty in the mornings &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yesterday was a sweet sweet &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess the ending was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;What a wrap! hee&lt;/em&gt;. Initially, the plan was to go to &lt;strong&gt;Ubin&lt;/strong&gt; for some adventurous cycling with dearest &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt;. Had to forget about it due to the weather. &lt;strong&gt;Kin Kin&lt;/strong&gt; was rather disappointed. &lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Surprisingly the weather on that &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; morning was beautiful! Sunshine shimmering down on your skin, making it glow, with gentle breeze brushing your cheeks, perfect for cycling! How wonderful! Too bad &lt;strong&gt;Ubin &lt;/strong&gt;was cancelled. So, decided to join dearest &lt;strong&gt;Usop &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Dyla &lt;/strong&gt;for cycling at &lt;strong&gt;ECP&lt;/strong&gt;. Dragged &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; in. Then suddenly the perfect sunny weather wasn't kind enough to let &lt;strong&gt;Kin Kin&lt;/strong&gt; and her friends to actually have any fun under the sun. Yes, it rained. Pouring infact. &lt;em&gt;bummer&lt;/em&gt;. Was already devastated by then to make any alternative plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But then again, the cool rainy weather was so perfect for a movie! Soon, everyone agreed! &lt;strong&gt;Az+bf&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Amy+bf&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fiza &lt;/strong&gt;decided to tag along. Watched &lt;strong&gt;Benchwarmers &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Marina&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn, it was the funniest movie ever! &lt;strong&gt;40 Year Old Virgin's&lt;/strong&gt; now second on my &lt;strong&gt;BestFunnyShitEver &lt;/strong&gt;movielist. It was amazingly funny right from the beginning till the very end. $9.50, well spent + great company + cheery laughters = a very satisfied me! I especially love the part where this little boy speaks like a waterhose. Those who watched should know what I mean. That was ridiculously funny. Oh, too bad &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; had to leave. Her ticket was &lt;em&gt;wasted.&lt;/em&gt; You missed a good laugh &lt;strong&gt;sayang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Movie ended at about 2320. Just nice to catch the last bus home. Bet everyone else was already at home while poor &lt;strong&gt;Usop&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; I missed the darn last bus and had to walk all the way down to &lt;strong&gt;Somerset&lt;/strong&gt; to get the &lt;strong&gt;Night Rider&lt;/strong&gt; home, in the drizzling rain! &lt;strong&gt;Usop's&lt;/strong&gt; sucha great company. A great speaker and listener. Very entertaining too. I reached home at about 2 in the morning and I guess he was home an hour later. I couldn't help but to feel sorry for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh! I just got home from shopping. Mom bought me this pretty pair of gold heels and another pair of gold flats. I love 'em! Also went to &lt;strong&gt;KKH &lt;/strong&gt;to visit little &lt;strong&gt;Nabilah&lt;/strong&gt; before her &lt;strong&gt;OP&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. I'm praying everything will go well and she'll be fine. &lt;em&gt;My prayers are with you, little one. Lotsa Luv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-115000763520709465?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/115000763520709465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=115000763520709465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115000763520709465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/115000763520709465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/count-funnys-in-this-entry.html' title='Count the Funny&apos;s in this Entry.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114990898151221187</id><published>2006-06-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:05:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kin Kin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ubin trip &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CANCELLED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;!!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEDEY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;What can I do .. I don't wanna waste my &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;! Take me out, somebody, anybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;Shikin&lt;/strong&gt; still loves &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114990898151221187?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114990898151221187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114990898151221187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114990898151221187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114990898151221187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/poor-kin-kin_10.html' title='Poor Kin Kin'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114978009951460356</id><published>2006-06-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:55:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;School's been sucha &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry about that but I just can't help it. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; having to force myself out of bed every morning of the week at 530. I hate it soo soo bad. I'm so dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; TO&lt;strong&gt; REJUVENATE&lt;/strong&gt; MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my group of &lt;strong&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt; now, they rock my socks! We float and shine together .. merrily! Had quite a number of outings with them. Last weekend was having a picnic at &lt;strong&gt;East Coast&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOPEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one! Pictures for your eyes to feast on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031840.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweetest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Bunch of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031835.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;Gf Amy, Gf Kin, Gf Az&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031841.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shot by &lt;strong&gt;Dyla&lt;/strong&gt;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031860.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**One &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;VE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031852.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**NYAWA** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031848.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**Stick with Me, &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031877.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031877.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**Thanks for this Shot &lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt;!** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031879.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031879.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**Not feeling emo. Just Dreamy**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031895.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031895.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031895.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**Finale Shot**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This was random =p&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what you'll get from us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031856.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031866.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031857.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031853.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031856.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031856.2.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Makcik OK-GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031853.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Makcik Dope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031857.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031857.0.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Makcik Menjeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031867.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031867.0.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Makcik Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/P6031866.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P6031866.0.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Makcik Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So, if you ever happen to bump into the us in the future to come, do acknowledge us.  &lt;em&gt;Salam tangan makcik2 ni, berkat tau&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Macam paham je&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. I've got more pictures to share. Will upload more tomorrow okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like this at the moment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;** a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mentel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and jumpy about the weekend. I'll be in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UBIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shh&lt;/span&gt;. Mom doesnt know. &lt;strong&gt;HEE!&lt;/strong&gt; This will be a good thing to rejuvenate myself. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114978009951460356?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114978009951460356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114978009951460356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114978009951460356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114978009951460356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/06/rejuvenator.html' title='Rejuvenator'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114758640575697988</id><published>2006-05-14T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:15:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Can I say I'm not feeling too good? Well, I just did. &lt;em&gt;hmm&lt;/em&gt;, I'm having a major headache despite all the fun I had. Had fun hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;Hazel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;and her crazy boyfriends&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday night. But lastnight, wasn't fun at all. &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Aifa&lt;/strong&gt; were the lifesavers, thank u girls. There's this load on my chest and head ... I dunno. Something or maybe someone's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zel&lt;/strong&gt;, told you not to bring me along lastnight. See la ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt; and I did nothing special for my mom. Oh well, there's still her birthday. I guess I'd better go get some rest. So tired of thinking. Till then ..&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/8424332-114758640575697988?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114758640575697988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114758640575697988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114758640575697988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114758640575697988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-feeling.html' title='What a Feeling'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114364420066400793</id><published>2006-03-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:18:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loves Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image065dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image065dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;today, i feel soo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by my M&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;by my&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Dada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;by M&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dm Aw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;by S&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhairah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mawarni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;by S&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;andya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by T&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by B&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by D&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iyana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ak Halimah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image067nvbn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over and done with that darn nasty NGT insertion. pretty pleased with myself. and i must say, i was a little manja during the whole thing. then again, i AM pampered. =p&lt;/em&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/8424332-114364420066400793?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114364420066400793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114364420066400793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114364420066400793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114364420066400793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/loves-today.html' title='The Loves Today.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114335449004660350</id><published>2006-03-26T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:17:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Wanny Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Let's start it off with what happened yesterday. I went to meet &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; right after work. Honestly, I was super lethargic and almost wanna call the outing off. But &lt;strong&gt;Shikin's &lt;/strong&gt;a good friend. hee. So we met, at&lt;strong&gt; Far East Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;. Hell, when was the last time we met &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; dear. &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;rindu gile siak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The feeling to see her was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. With the 2 of us being so famished, we decided to fill our tummy first before proceeding with whatever merepek we were about to do later on that day. &lt;em&gt;Kite makan kat&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Es Teler&lt;/strong&gt; (an &lt;strong&gt;Indonesian&lt;/strong&gt; eating house - and whatever&lt;strong&gt; Es Teler&lt;/strong&gt; stands for). We had the same,&lt;strong&gt; Bi Hoon Bakso&lt;/strong&gt; and a side dish called &lt;strong&gt;Pempek&lt;/strong&gt; something. I know, sounds vulgar. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. Once done, we went window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping was fun (esp. with &lt;strong&gt;Wanny &lt;/strong&gt;around). Chilled at our favourite hangout, then &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; got hungry. She dragged me to &lt;strong&gt;Taka&lt;/strong&gt;'s basement I think . The one with lotsa fooood. We bought a lot a lot a lot of food lah. It was such a guilty pleasure. Enjoying every single one of them back at our favourite spot. &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to play this silly game at the arcade. Off we went to &lt;strong&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/strong&gt; but too bad lah, they don't have that bloody machine there. yay! =p Oh! When 2 girls hogged the purikura machine .. this is what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/320/purikurasfff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered a new favourite spot! Somewhere at the &lt;strong&gt;Meridien hotel&lt;/strong&gt;. There's this restuarant, and they were playing &lt;strong&gt;BSB's&lt;/strong&gt; hits. Power ok! We had so much fun just singing to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; sleepover my place. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image050kk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114335449004660350?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114335449004660350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114335449004660350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114335449004660350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114335449004660350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-dearest-wanny-bunny.html' title='My Dearest Wanny Bunny'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114183305530460529</id><published>2006-03-08T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:28:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should know that you can always rely on your friends for support. Reach out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Read the tittle, now, is it a &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's a &lt;strong&gt;yes.&lt;/strong&gt; My friends have always been there for me, through &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; times. I remembered how down I was upon &lt;strong&gt;Busu's&lt;/strong&gt; death, and having to cope with the changes in my family, my house. My &lt;strong&gt;besties&lt;/strong&gt; were &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; there to hold me up, making sure I keep my back straight. &lt;strong&gt;Hazel&lt;/strong&gt;, if you read this, remember the day you searched for me in the toilet? The day I weeped and sobbed like a small schoolgirl in one of the cubicles. You found me, and you comforted me with your hugs and words. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was just about to start work proper, &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Aw&lt;/strong&gt;, my lecturer in charge charged into the ward telling us, her nursing girls to meet in the &lt;em&gt;DayRoom&lt;/em&gt; for a meeting. The grim look on her face tells us all. Expect what's to come. So, all of us were gathered inside, looking at &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Aw&lt;/strong&gt;, waiting for her words. Anxiously worried as well. Some of the afternoon girls were expecting that she'll point out last night's incident. And yes, she did. I was one of them involved. Not totally in the wrong, but still wrong. Sorry. &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Aw &lt;/strong&gt;wanted us to learn from this &lt;em&gt;superfatandstupidmistake&lt;/em&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; repeat such racket. She went on about &lt;em&gt;how would you feel if this were to happen to your loved ones?&lt;/em&gt; ,she, sniffling upon telling us that. It was overwhelming to see her that way. She's utterly upset and disappointed in us and I was so sorry, so stirred, and also, so very diasppointed. With that, tears started welling up in my eyes. &lt;em&gt;She's such a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; lecturer&lt;/em&gt;, she don't deserve all these mess. Soon after, she returned all our logbooks, except mine. I bluntly asked for mine and she went, *Why didn't you receive yours? Well, maybe, I'd like to see you regarding your logbook?* (with a tad of sarcasm). Great, my lacking of skills. Her tone was pretty harsh. Guess all those pressure were compressed at that very time and I received a whole lot of nice shits. When she started lecturing me, I felt so small. My heart, mind, everything capsized. Tears started rolling down and I started to weep. I teared not for the 'scolding' but for letting her down. Didn't know why I was being so emotional. Couldn't stop sobbing till about 4pm. That was hell for me, and not to mention, embarrassing okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching bit was .. most of my wardmates were there for me. They tried all means to cheer me up. They pulled me up from the dark well, reaching out for the sunlight. They let me have my skills done when it is actually theirs to do. They'll look for me, they guided me, giving all they can. Now, I've reached my goals which is to finish my skills. Almost done. Don't think I'd be finishing most of those without them. I'm so touched by their care, concern and love towards me. &lt;strong&gt;Wani, Jalilah, Sandya, Suhairah, Arul, Kak Halimah, Tava, Sharon, Poh Ling, Diana&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest, &lt;strong&gt;thank you so much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;When you're down and troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And nothing, nothing is going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;To brighten up even your darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You just call out my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll come running to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;When people can be so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;They'll hurt you, and desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;And take your soul if you let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh yeah, but don't you let them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114183305530460529?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114183305530460529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114183305530460529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114183305530460529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114183305530460529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-should-know-that-you-can-always.html' title='You should know that you can always rely on your friends for support. Reach out.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-114157244966286241</id><published>2006-03-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:23:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Devi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yesterday was the day my wardmates and I have been waiting for. It was the day &lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to meet us. &lt;em&gt;(She promised to treat us all to a meal, you see).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 6 of the ward girls who turned up. The one and only guy in the group, &lt;strong&gt;Arul,&lt;/strong&gt; who was super excited about this outing couldn't make it at the very last minute cause he had &lt;em&gt;asthma attack&lt;/em&gt;. Poor boy. So much for the anticipation.&lt;em&gt; heh&lt;/em&gt;. The 6 girls are&lt;strong&gt; Jefferine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mawarni&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jalilah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sandya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tava&lt;/strong&gt; and myself. We met at the meeting place, &lt;em&gt;Al-Azhar&lt;/em&gt; to have our dinner. Since there were just 6 of us, &lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt; decided to have dinner somewhere else. Somewhere high class. So, &lt;strong&gt;Sandya&lt;/strong&gt; suggested &lt;em&gt;Harry's&lt;/em&gt;. Then off we went to &lt;em&gt;Harry's&lt;/em&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;Esplanade&lt;/em&gt;. It's a restaurant cum bar. &lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt; even gave us money for the cabfare. How generous of you, &lt;em&gt;cher&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;heehee&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mawarni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jefferine&lt;/strong&gt; in one cab while the rest of us in another. &lt;strong&gt;Tava&lt;/strong&gt; had to rush to &lt;em&gt;East Coast Park &lt;/em&gt;for a birthday party. So, she left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;on the way. It's down to 5 ward girls and a favourite lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I wanted to have my &lt;em&gt;Pussy Foot&lt;/em&gt; mocktail but it was so bloody embarrassing to say &lt;em&gt;Pussy&lt;/em&gt; to the waiter. So, I settled down with a &lt;em&gt;Shirley Temple&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So did our fave-lecturer and 3 other girls. Wani had her&lt;em&gt; Virgin&lt;/em&gt; drink which was so damn sour. Then came the food. &lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jefferine&lt;/strong&gt; had &lt;em&gt;Fish n Chips&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wani&lt;/strong&gt; enjoying her &lt;em&gt;Smoked Salmon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jalilah&lt;/strong&gt; feasting on her &lt;em&gt;BBQ Chicks&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Sandy&lt;/strong&gt; whining on her &lt;em&gt;yummybutburntbased Chicken Pizza&lt;/em&gt; and myself devouring my &lt;em&gt;Chicken Fajitas&lt;/em&gt;. Yum! We dined, had girly chats and tittered with &lt;strong&gt;James Blunt's&lt;/strong&gt; company around the room. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for making it happen &lt;em&gt;cher&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It was pretty slowmo but still&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Just missing out our other &lt;em&gt;kakis. &lt;/em&gt;We weren't whole. Next time, promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;After &lt;em&gt;wining and dining&lt;/em&gt;, we spent the night at some &lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Definitely a night to remember. &lt;em&gt;HEE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/DSC00016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114157244966286241?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114157244966286241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114157244966286241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114157244966286241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114157244966286241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-devi.html' title='Miss Devi'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-114140361471483221</id><published>2006-03-04T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:25:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;After so many months of much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;endurance, I finally lost at this very night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt; everything ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the big bear hugs, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gentle pecks on the forehead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 3hr calls almost everyday after midnight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/79d5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/79d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;everything &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**BIG SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-114140361471483221?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114140361471483221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=114140361471483221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114140361471483221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/114140361471483221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-113497474753534194</id><published>2005-12-19T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:25:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Mr. Sensitive &amp; Co. Gave m4 Their Seats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; noe&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so lazy to update my blog. Whatmore revamping the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure it'll be revamped before 2006 comes. So, what's your resolution for 2006? I have mine already and it's gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;big &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; secret for &lt;strong&gt;fuck's&lt;/strong&gt; sake. &lt;em&gt;nyehe&lt;/em&gt;. Oh! Guess where I'm at now? The campus' MLC. Freaking laggy &lt;em&gt;seh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm supposed to do my e-learning but oh well, you should know &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shikin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; using the comp beside mine and I swear she's nuts. What's so funny huhh? She said she likes to see her name on my blog. Oh, that's cause she's reading it. &lt;em&gt;ButThenAgain&lt;/em&gt;. What's so funny?&lt;em&gt; hehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy!! I'm going to KL this Christmas. Oooooh! I can't wait! But sadly, I can't attend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hazel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; xmas party. &lt;em&gt;Sorry doll&lt;/em&gt;. I'll make it up to you and the gang. And that silly woman is turning 20. Finally! Old old you!&lt;em&gt; hehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the &lt;em&gt;FI's bestfriend's&lt;/em&gt; friendster blog. I feel for her. But I still &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;him. Ok &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, get over it. Well, she's sucha darling and I was thinking of getting her something for her birthday. Cause, i think it's coming soon. Poor girl, but you people should feel for me even more ok. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. I'm in need of attention! I'm lacking lotsa needs in &lt;em&gt;MASLOWS HIERARCHY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, toodles, 3/4 of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;m4&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;are like packing their bags and stuff. I'd better go now. I don't wanna be the &lt;em&gt;*always-oh-so-lembab-one*&lt;/em&gt; in the group. So, ta! I'll update again tonight (maybe).&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/8424332-113497474753534194?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/113497474753534194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=113497474753534194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/113497474753534194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/113497474753534194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-mr-sensitive-co-gave-m4-their.html' title='The Day Mr. Sensitive &amp; Co. Gave m4 Their Seats'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-113310213032849211</id><published>2005-11-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:27:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ahh, my previous entry was on my first day of attachment. And now I'm gonna blog about my first day of &lt;em&gt;*back-to-campus-la-siaak*.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. Not first day actually, first week. School's fun and all. Being with friends, fooling around, stuff like that. But the journey &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the journey for God knows how many times &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Daamn bad. I know I've been complaining but seriously, the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sucks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been beautiful. Rainy and cooling, too cold sometimes. That's my definition of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beautiful weather ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During attachment, I gotta get to know this guy in my college. He's in &lt;em&gt;S&amp;W&lt;/em&gt;. I've never seen him around I swear before I had my attachment, till that day. The day of the marathon. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. And then again!! On tuesday I think. God. &lt;em&gt;Malu siak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a secret which only a handful knows. Nothing big really. But still not telling. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somehow missing my attachment girls. Esp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalilah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; God, Sentosa with you girls was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh oh! and my &lt;em&gt;'bestfriend'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Devi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;haahaa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shikin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;misses&lt;/span&gt; you .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Happie%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still fretting on my attachment allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya's like &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fcuk&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this year. Sucha bore. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M LIKE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MISSING&lt;/span&gt; SOO MANY PEOPLE RIGHT NOW! I SO HOPE THEY'LL &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; ME AS MUCH AS I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt; THEM! IF THEY DON'T, I'M SO SO SO GONNA KILL THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm losing part of my brains, really. I get lost easily. I forget easily. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna thank &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Hafizah Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being there for me &lt;em&gt;evveerrryotherday!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/1600/438596282_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/438596282_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, this whole story of mine isn't totally about the first week of campus. &lt;em&gt;haahaa&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry &lt;em&gt;ah ehhh&lt;/em&gt;. And it's about time I change this &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;blogskin of mine. I'm gonna make it as cheery as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As a cow. Sheep! Whatever. 2006's coming. And&lt;strong&gt; screw&lt;/strong&gt; 2005. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gibberish indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-113310213032849211?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/113310213032849211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=113310213032849211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/113310213032849211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/113310213032849211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/11/gibberish.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112592111940372194</id><published>2005-09-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:26:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST Day of Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hokay, today's the first day. I woke up at about 0515 hours and I was already feeling tired, sleepy, weak and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;groggy&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; What more right now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh .. first day of training in &lt;em&gt;National University Hospital (NUH).&lt;/em&gt; The start of my attachment ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with &lt;strong&gt;Annie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Liz&lt;/strong&gt;. Had briefings and all till 1230 hrs. Then, an hour of lunch. During one of the briefings, one of my lecturers told us that we'll get paid. &lt;em&gt;Ahh~&lt;/em&gt; what a relief. Heard rumours that we, June intake 2005 won't get paid for some reasons which I seriously think is not valid. At all. My lecturer incharge was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;Ms Doris Lim&lt;/strong&gt;. But was somehow swopped with &lt;strong&gt;Ms Devi&lt;/strong&gt;. She's rad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch, we assembled outside ward 51 (&lt;strong&gt;Liz &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Annie &lt;/strong&gt;are not in my ward though) for further instructions. Was introduced to the ward &lt;em&gt;Sister&lt;/em&gt; who's so petite and very soft spoken. She's a-okay! The staff nurses in ward 51 were nice too. Well, I don't know about the days to come. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. Oh yeah, me and &lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt; ... our shifts are total opposite. Totally different. Sad. For tomorrow, it looks like I'll be going to &lt;em&gt;NUH&lt;/em&gt; all by myself. All of my friends who lives around me and those whom I'm close with are all in the afternoon shift. Dang! But oh well, I'm just so glad that I'm in the morning shift on my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;birthdayy&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yeaahhhooo!!&lt;/em&gt; Can celebrate ah, but .. with who? Maybe with &lt;strong&gt;Annie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told to help out today. So, D did vital signs for my &lt;em&gt;*first-ever-real-life-patient*!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Groggy&lt;/strong&gt; to the max la. I was shivering .. and she's cute! Hmm what else, oh yeah, went into the &lt;em&gt;dirty utility&lt;/em&gt; room. The room where we dispose&lt;em&gt; faeces/urine&lt;/em&gt; and wash the &lt;em&gt;bedpans/urinals&lt;/em&gt; whatever. Culture shock when I first entered the room. I didnt know it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; room! So, I got&lt;em&gt; 'high'&lt;/em&gt;. Yes I did.&lt;em&gt; hehehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back's aching man. Gonna have me dinner now. Watch telly and then off to bed. I need plenty of rest for tomorrow. Oh good lord, keep me strong .. and the others as well. Thank you.&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/8424332-112592111940372194?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112592111940372194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112592111940372194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112592111940372194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112592111940372194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day-of-attachment.html' title='FIRST Day of Attachment'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112558916126209610</id><published>2005-09-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:13:40.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN0504E's FIRST CLASS CHALET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When nurses get together, they go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wild!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/1111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/x1pA1EyX4pxqv_1IOjiqZE3fYMUCnMaHEDAyXMC3q3udu8GkwTAGa0l1u5d5nwnfgLgF0e50igpAdv7mjC4_80FDG55kBA0Zg01w64oZW-3HMeSsedBt_5KbZs_u4Xh5Bpr81E6ga7WRWr-kvdOVjL2YQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/x1pA1EyX4pxqv_1IOjiqZE3fYMUCnMaHEDAyXMC3q3udu_ZKVYGqsTG05ikykJ3xji0XTzNsqSL9IqoLzwEQCFh2fLFFbXqx3z1iLr9q-hwmPrp5Zm2QCE0KTHbw7sZORlhYS_KEuf-jLjNbqZ9se0f9w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/fghghd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112558916126209610?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112558916126209610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112558916126209610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558916126209610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558916126209610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn0504es-first-class-chalet.html' title='JN0504E&apos;s FIRST CLASS CHALET!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112558868091522637</id><published>2005-09-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:56:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a Great Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Went out with &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Far&lt;/strong&gt;. Just the 3 of us again. Had soo much&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;. And soo many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Muhaimin&lt;/strong&gt; at night.. after such a while. Nice to see him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112558868091522637?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112558868091522637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112558868091522637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558868091522637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558868091522637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-great-time.html' title='Had a Great Time'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112558773683703601</id><published>2005-08-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:14:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I just got back from my family chalet. It was to celebrate &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabilah's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually. So everyone was there and yeah .. very noisy! &lt;em&gt;Makciks&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pakciks&lt;/em&gt; chattering away, male cousins catching up with each other and me, babysitting the little ones. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; babysitting them so it's ok. But the whole thing was &lt;strong&gt;boring!&lt;/strong&gt; The place too. It's like an apartment and lucky thing ours is on the ground level. This part I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;, the Bbq pit is at the gate there. Not so far la but it annoys me!! Like, &lt;em&gt;ahh!!&lt;/em&gt; I forgot the ketchup!! Have to walk back to the apartment ... and come back. Then .. &lt;em&gt;ahh!!&lt;/em&gt; My hp's in the room!! &lt;em&gt;Ahh!!&lt;/em&gt; We ran out of drinks, &lt;em&gt;ahhh!!!&lt;/em&gt; My &lt;strong&gt;nanna&lt;/strong&gt; wants the bbq-ed food. And it's always me me me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a fall. A bad one. She fractured her wrist .. poor her. So, mom and a few others brought her to &lt;em&gt;Changi General Hospital&lt;/em&gt;. I was bored ... w/o my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mommy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I did nothing but to watch tv, play games with my cousins and then fell asleep. An hour later, it was 2am and ah-haaaa ....... here's the fun part. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fareez,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this guy I met outside &lt;em&gt;Hard Rock&lt;/em&gt; has been wanting to meet me again. I've been too busy with school and all, I had no time to spare with him. On that night, I did! =p He came over just to meet up. Thats sweet, chatted with him until&lt;strong&gt; Adil&lt;/strong&gt; called. He's also coming over to pass me my bubblegum. Told &lt;strong&gt;Fareez&lt;/strong&gt; to wait, chilled with &lt;strong&gt;Adil&lt;/strong&gt; for a little while and then back to &lt;strong&gt;Fareez&lt;/strong&gt; till 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanna&lt;/strong&gt; noticed my disappearance. =p And she complained to my &lt;strong&gt;momm.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hehehe.&lt;/em&gt; But &lt;strong&gt;mom's&lt;/strong&gt; ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet is at&lt;em&gt; Pasir Ris&lt;/em&gt; btw, and ... &lt;em&gt;sial lah&lt;/em&gt; .. I'll be here again this Wednesday! For my class chalet ... how borrring. Same place ... but it's bloody beautiful at night. Soo many stars!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112558773683703601?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112558773683703601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112558773683703601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558773683703601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112558773683703601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/08/family-chalet.html' title='Family Chalet'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112524438137660564</id><published>2005-08-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:03:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARE2 EHhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last night, I had &lt;strong&gt;oodles &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt; Had a mini gathering with my &lt;em&gt;besties&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Besties&lt;/em&gt; means &lt;strong&gt;Fiq, Aaron, A.B, Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Mel, Zel&lt;/strong&gt; all included just that they weren't with us). It's been a long time since I had a good laugh. There were 7 of us last night. &lt;strong&gt;Baity &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Varian&lt;/strong&gt; (however it's spelt) as well. This &lt;strong&gt;Varian&lt;/strong&gt;, is sooo cute I tell you and he doesnt look 23. &lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;, u lucky bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 41px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie14.0.jpg" width="35" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;'dinner' &lt;/em&gt;at &lt;em&gt;Far East&lt;/em&gt;. And we couldn't stop talking and laughing even when there's food in our mouth! &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;. Then we made our way to &lt;em&gt;Heeren&lt;/em&gt;, took &lt;em&gt;purikura&lt;/em&gt; (neoprints). It was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And we posed funny! Then we went to chill at &lt;em&gt;Ngee Ann Civic&lt;/em&gt;. Under the &lt;em&gt;lion with the dick&lt;/em&gt;. And dearest &lt;strong&gt;Fauzi&lt;/strong&gt; came over to meet up. Finally seh &lt;strong&gt;Zee&lt;/strong&gt;. After 4 years of knowing each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing my besties already. Till our next meet up guys. &lt;em&gt;Ohya&lt;/em&gt;, we saw &lt;strong&gt;Taufik&lt;/strong&gt;!! Yes, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taufik Batisah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! That guy was eating at &lt;em&gt;Billy Bombers&lt;/em&gt;. Mane &lt;em&gt;halal&lt;/em&gt;. ahahaa.. caught ya &lt;strong&gt;Taufik&lt;/strong&gt;! Handsome seh .. also bumped into a few &lt;strong&gt;AES&lt;/strong&gt; kids. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ad&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Din&lt;/strong&gt; (the boys in nursing). &lt;em&gt;Oh oh!&lt;/em&gt; And this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nigerian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; man, he freaked me out damn bad. I thought he was okay at first. And I was just trying to be a nice &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singaporean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He kept talking and going on about how much he likes me, wanting to marry me, he's a good man/husband &lt;em&gt;whatever bullcock&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;story &lt;/em&gt;and worst of all he kissed my hand. In &lt;em&gt;Orchard Rd!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;waaahhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/em&gt;He didnt wanna let go of my hand, that &lt;strong&gt;idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw my bus coming and I quickly struggled myself from him, running to the bus, which was already so damn packed. Who cares, I just &lt;em&gt;squeeeeeeezed&lt;/em&gt; in. There's &lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/strong&gt; no way am I gonna wait for the next bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm waiting for my uncle to fetch us. We'll be having a family chalet at Pasir Ris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112524438137660564?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112524438137660564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112524438137660564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112524438137660564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112524438137660564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/08/share2-ehhhhh.html' title='SHARE2 EHhhhh'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112495256006901150</id><published>2005-08-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:19:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ok, forget about the last post. My dearest gf, &lt;strong&gt;Nurul Amalina bte Azman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(nyaahaaahaaa)&lt;/em&gt; motivated me to &lt;strong&gt;CARRY ON BLOGGING!&lt;/strong&gt; Hell yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy, you're the best &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/PC030639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered blogging about my first day of college and also about &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;. Today, I'm blogging on the last day of college for &lt;em&gt;term 1&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. So many great stuff happened. Not forgetting the not-so-great stuff too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hols now. All the way till 5th and on that day, will be the first day, &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;, nursing students of C&lt;em&gt;ollege East&lt;/em&gt; June intake 2005 will step foot into the hospitals/polyclinics assigned for 9 weeks. The &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; world, The&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt; challenge. &lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; manequins. We can do it peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, &lt;strong&gt;Amy &lt;/strong&gt;and I will be separated. She's posted to C&lt;em&gt;hangi General Hospital&lt;/em&gt; while I got into &lt;em&gt;National University Hospital&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; you! &lt;em&gt;Baaaddd!&lt;/em&gt; Luckily, &lt;strong&gt;suhairah&lt;/strong&gt; will be with me and &lt;strong&gt;Zahidah&lt;/strong&gt; will be with &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;. the 4 of us are always together and we call ourselves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;m4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know, &lt;em&gt;kental&lt;/em&gt; kannn .. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. We didn't come up with that actually, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AD&lt;/strong&gt;-the-GREAT&lt;/em&gt; did. Thanks! We appreciate it though .. &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/Image_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the holidays now and my God. Streams of activities/events lined up for me already. Firstly, family chalet on the 26th till 28th. Next, nurses of &lt;em&gt;JN0504E &lt;/em&gt;chalet on the 31st-1st. Lastly, &lt;em&gt;red cross camp&lt;/em&gt; on the 3rd-4th. Honestly, I'm no outdoor kinda person but I'm always excited for camps! &lt;em&gt;wee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to tell and if I were to blog about everything, it's gonna take up half of your lifetime reading. So i'll just keep them to myself. As if there are people reading this blog of mine and wanting to know about my life anyways. &lt;em&gt;hahhh&lt;/em&gt;. So, till then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JN0504E&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;College East Simei&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;dedicated lecturers&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ZACH, SU&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for each other ya, we'll be back together soon. Just 11 weeks(vacation included) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gf &lt;strong&gt;Zel&lt;/strong&gt;, be strong wokay. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112495256006901150?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112495256006901150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112495256006901150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112495256006901150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112495256006901150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-112022375561385439</id><published>2005-07-02T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:03:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This blog was about my first r/ship. My first love. For Muzakkir Rajaei ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;"Fall To Pieces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;You try to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;If I had my wayI'd never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Today's the dayI pray that we make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Make it through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;You're the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;When I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;You bring me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Back under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I wanna know everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Cuz i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-112022375561385439?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/112022375561385439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=112022375561385439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112022375561385439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/112022375561385439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-more-pain.html' title='No More Pain'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111926724317973005</id><published>2005-06-20T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:01:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school after 8 months of doing nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm dead beat. The campus is so &lt;strong&gt;fugging&lt;/strong&gt; far. &lt;em&gt;Man&lt;/em&gt;, read this. I left the house at 7 in the morning and was back at home by 7 in the evening. &lt;em&gt;Golly-whheeeez&lt;/em&gt;. Went to campus with my new &lt;em&gt;chicks&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Aini&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, not new &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. We were already friends who were in the same secondary school, just that, we don't talk much. &lt;em&gt;(now we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made friends with this &lt;em&gt;sweeet girl&lt;/em&gt; in my class. Her name's &lt;strong&gt;Amalina&lt;/strong&gt;. We click so well. There are others I made friends with. Their names are &lt;strong&gt;Azizah, Diana, Yati,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;umm&lt;/em&gt; ... and &lt;em&gt;hmm&lt;/em&gt;. I can't remember the rest. We had this team-building session which was hell fun! &lt;em&gt;Oh ya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Amalina'a&lt;/strong&gt; my locker partner. &lt;em&gt;sweet!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/P2061185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be another tiring day. School starts from 9am to 5pm. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(ugh)&lt;/em&gt; The ride to school took an hour something ok. &lt;strong&gt;Freaking frig&lt;/strong&gt;! Thats why I have to leave the house by 7am. But I'm looking forward for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUZAKKIR!! I MISS YOU &lt;em&gt;LAH&lt;/em&gt;!! MWAAHHH!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111926724317973005?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111926724317973005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111926724317973005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111926724317973005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111926724317973005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-of-school-after-8-months-of.html' title='first day of school after 8 months of doing nothing!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111599178309913905</id><published>2005-05-13T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:06:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am selfish. Very. I only think for myself. I only care for myself. It's just me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!! How can I get rid of this selfishness in me. I've let &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Muz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; down numerous times. He let me down too but not as much as I did to him. Better said, I'm very &lt;em&gt;ngada-ngada&lt;/em&gt; and it's getting on his nerves. I don't know what's happened now. It all started on Sunday night. He smsed, saying that he'd call me as usual and had something important to ask me. Till now, I still don't know what the important question is. Cause, he hasn't call me since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Still waiting ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111599178309913905?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111599178309913905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111599178309913905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111599178309913905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111599178309913905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/05/selfish.html' title='Selfish.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111416824270718419</id><published>2005-04-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:36:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anwars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll be leaving in an hour's time for &lt;em&gt;Sentosa&lt;/em&gt; with my new bunch of friends. How exciting. Will be spending the night there. Think I'll leave &lt;em&gt;super duper&lt;/em&gt; early next morning. I have to rest, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; before I attend &lt;strong&gt;faraaz&lt;/strong&gt;' soccer match at &lt;em&gt;umm&lt;/em&gt;, around 2-3pm. &lt;em&gt;Muzika Extravaganza&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow night! &lt;em&gt;yeehaa&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so sure our very own &lt;strong&gt;Taufik Batisah&lt;/strong&gt; will be having a duet with &lt;strong&gt;Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;oooo! cant wait! ah-haa&lt;/em&gt;, Sunday is the day im &lt;em&gt;sooo sooo sooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fugging&lt;/strong&gt; excited about. A group date with the &lt;em&gt;China boys&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder how will er be communicating. &lt;strong&gt;Lat&lt;/strong&gt; suggested that we should go watch a &lt;em&gt;Chinese movie&lt;/em&gt; for their sake. &lt;em&gt;hell no&lt;/em&gt;! Well &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, i shall update about that. just keep a look-out for that yaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, &lt;strong&gt;Anwar&lt;/strong&gt; is out of &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Damnit&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted that fat bastard, &lt;strong&gt;SCOTT&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;freaking&lt;/strong&gt; eliminated. But &lt;em&gt;nooooo&lt;/em&gt;, they chose &lt;strong&gt;Anwar&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Fugger&lt;/strong&gt;. It's ok &lt;strong&gt;Anwar&lt;/strong&gt; baby, I'm sure you'll be tops even if you're not the next &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, there's still&lt;strong&gt; Bo Bice&lt;/strong&gt;. Another favourite of mine. Rock on &lt;strong&gt;Bo&lt;/strong&gt;! Btw, I realize that I have fetish for &lt;strong&gt;ANWARs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Anuar Zain&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Anuar Zamri&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Anwar A.I.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;yum yum&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Muz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is going for a vacation with a few of his friends tomorrow. He'll be gone for 4 days. But, read this &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, from his blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zaf told us.. d trip is juz fo d sake of get out of our every day life~ hehehe. so.. dere will b no hp, no phone call. coz.. deres no line fo hp dere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right .. no reception. I dunno &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. He's like complaining about me being petty over small things. But look &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, I'm soo looking forward to my weekend! And last night, said he wanted to call me, but &lt;em&gt;noooo&lt;/em&gt;. Not even a ring from him. He fell asleep. I waited for his call, like a puppy. All the way till 3:40am. I should've just slept &lt;strong&gt;shitty Kin&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I'm all tired. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a good time chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Anton&lt;/strong&gt;. He's still as sweet. He made me smile for God knows how many times. &lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; wanna meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:33:46 PM): anton antonnn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:33:50 PM): sennyummm je&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:33:51 PM): yah yah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:33:55 PM): ape shikin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:33:58 PM): chatting with someone special yahh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:04 PM): yah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:13 PM): u tau je&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:14 PM): want to know who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:34:26 PM): if u dun mind telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:31 PM): kamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:33 PM): u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:35 PM): you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:34:41 PM): yah righttt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:34:42 PM): thats why i'm smilling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:56:52 PM): salam buat semua yang ada di rumah...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:56:57 PM): ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:57:03 PM): u take care ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:57:06 PM): work is work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:57:11 PM): hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:57:13 PM): remember to restt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:57:24 PM): work means stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:57:32 PM): i will...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;shikinlaa (10:57:37 PM): its all about the $$$$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:57:45 PM): no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antonsteve (10:57:50 PM): its all abt sg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he mean by that? He's actually coming here? To &lt;em&gt;Singapore&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Wowww&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Asik donk&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;. Hey &lt;strong&gt;gf&lt;/strong&gt;, case of the ex aye last night. &lt;em&gt;huh.&lt;/em&gt; Went to accompany &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt; to this office somewhere near the place where I used to work. Memories &lt;em&gt;sak&lt;/em&gt;! She got a job. What a daughter I am, I should be the one working instead of my &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;heehehhehehehehehhehe.&lt;/em&gt; Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. I have to leave the darn house now. &lt;em&gt;ta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111416824270718419?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111416824270718419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111416824270718419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111416824270718419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111416824270718419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/04/anwars.html' title='Anwars.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111332016780885713</id><published>2005-04-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:48:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Muz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been acting differently towards me eversince I brought up that matter two nights ago. I swear about that. A little bit of coldness in his voice. I could hear that. I won't put on hopes anymore. Just go with the flow. And if this does end, &lt;em&gt;hmm&lt;/em&gt; .. what more can I say? Hey, life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me not to think of him so much. And for the whole of today, there wasn't even a single word from him. I managed to do as told, thinking less of him but by now, at this time .. I no longer can. Normally, actually, every night, I'll be anticipatingly waiting for his call which always happens after the clock strikes 12. No phonecall tonight, I guess. And I, have successfully ignored his absence. Almost. (it's not 12 yet) &lt;em&gt;heh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, I'm going to pay my nursing fee with &lt;strong&gt;Nurul Amanina&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. And then chill at &lt;strong&gt;gf's&lt;/strong&gt;. Thursday's gonna be another beach outing with &lt;strong&gt;gf&lt;/strong&gt;. Hopefully, that incident wont repeat itself. &lt;em&gt;hahha&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;ahahhahaha.&lt;/em&gt; Sorry. Can't help it. With all the &lt;em&gt;dramaaaa&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Muz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sang me the most beautiful &lt;em&gt;'song' &lt;/em&gt;last night .. and it's so &lt;em&gt;melodious&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you for that. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111332016780885713?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111332016780885713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111332016780885713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111332016780885713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111332016780885713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/04/admit-defeat.html' title='Admit Defeat'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111329944526639878</id><published>2005-04-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:00:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st for April. hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's been &lt;strong&gt;fugging &lt;/strong&gt;long already. I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; blogging! I swear I do! Well, let's just do some quick recaps. Recaps? &lt;em&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, worked for only 4 days and I've been jobless &lt;em&gt;(yes, again)&lt;/em&gt; for a month plus already. Not looking. &lt;em&gt;Lazy&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;haahh&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many met-ups with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Muz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There was once in February which I didn't blog about. Again .. too lazy. &lt;em&gt;haaha&lt;/em&gt;. And another one last week. Also, I don't wanna blog about it! Too sweet to blog! &lt;em&gt;(LAZY la tu!!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hahhaha&lt;/em&gt;. But it certainly is &lt;em&gt;sweeet&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*mwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having cooking lessons with &lt;strong&gt;mommy&lt;/strong&gt; dearest. I've learnt how to cook &lt;em&gt;nasi ayam&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;hmm&lt;/em&gt; .. what else, a few more malay dishes and one I'm so proud about! &lt;em&gt;lasagne&lt;/em&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;hahahha&lt;/em&gt;. Of course, it's so simple. I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;dimwit &lt;/strong&gt;for being so proud about that. But still .. &lt;strong&gt;PROUD OKAY!&lt;/strong&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm&lt;/em&gt;. Friends .. me and &lt;strong&gt;gf&lt;/strong&gt; are like the good old days again. &lt;strong&gt;Fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;. Just missing &lt;strong&gt;Fiq &lt;/strong&gt;out .. and &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;. Come out and play you guys. &lt;em&gt;boohoo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wanny&lt;/strong&gt; turned 17 on the first of this month. &lt;strong&gt;Fiq &lt;/strong&gt;turns 18 today! &lt;em&gt;*mwa mwa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hey&lt;/em&gt;, that's not all. I've known more people thanks to that &lt;strong&gt;'GREAT'&lt;/strong&gt; job of mine. Also courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;Lat&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you! I must say .. I'm loving them &lt;em&gt;so so&lt;/em&gt; dearly! I'm proud of them too okay and I wanna mention their names here. &lt;em&gt;*ahem&lt;/em&gt; .. here goes .. &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Yana&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Murni's&lt;/strong&gt; the name. funny how she got &lt;strong&gt;Yana&lt;/strong&gt; =p)&lt;/em&gt; : The mentor! Funnybunny. Loud yet a loving and caring mommy. She cares for us like her own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/20950888847850l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maizurah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;Mai &lt;/strong&gt;for short )&lt;/em&gt; : Another loud woman. She's got too much sugar in herself. And I like that! Very hyper ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/17756737441146l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umi&lt;/strong&gt; : She's my favourite. So small, so cute and always with her eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/22467931119433l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lala&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( I think her name's &lt;strong&gt;Fadila&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; : Just like her nickname, &lt;strong&gt;Lala&lt;/strong&gt;! So cutekan? &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;, she is the &lt;em&gt;sweeeeeeeeetest&lt;/em&gt; woman I've ever met! She has a sweet tooth. A sucker for junks. Favourite word of hers? Sorry! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/24355475611561l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;( I call her &lt;strong&gt;Lat!&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/em&gt; : Thanks to her, I got to know them all. &lt;em&gt;hahha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/23197346710728l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the boys ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yazid&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. Very witty chaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/1408492294045l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by&lt;strong&gt; Aini&lt;/strong&gt; .. the lovable one! I'm so at ease with her around. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/22467258438334l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then &lt;strong&gt;Sarina&lt;/strong&gt; .. whom I just met once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/21132952155045l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make an &lt;em&gt;Italian Dinner&lt;/em&gt; on one of these Saturdays just for them. &lt;em&gt;*mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you people!&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/8424332-111329944526639878?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111329944526639878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111329944526639878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111329944526639878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111329944526639878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/04/1st-for-april-hehe.html' title='1st for April. hehe.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111035871539033870</id><published>2005-03-09T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:17:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dcdd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Let me type this out in malay ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mak datoookk!! penaaat gile seeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh!!! dah penatttttt, tangan luke2 pulak tuuuu!!! walauuweeehhhhh ... camaneee niiiii. jap lagi dah kene pegi kejeee ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd i &lt;strong&gt;misss&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Muz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111035871539033870?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111035871539033870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111035871539033870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111035871539033870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111035871539033870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/03/dcdd.html' title='dcdd'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-111024302636069316</id><published>2005-03-08T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:18:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wahhh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm actually working. Super shagged now. &lt;em&gt;byebye&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-111024302636069316?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/111024302636069316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=111024302636069316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111024302636069316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/111024302636069316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110856461457139031</id><published>2005-02-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:33:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a Princess in Kuala Lumpur.  =p</title><content type='html'>i just got back from KL. oh boy i'm dead beat! it was a .. um .. 2 days 1 night trip. and hell it was a BLAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there with family. mine, cik lan's, pakcik mansor's and uncle mac's. 13 earthlings in all, in one air-conless j.b van. very very pathetic. we left singapore at 10pm and reached sunway lagoon at 6am the next morning. so, journey took a total of *counts* 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very pleasant trip. waited for my muz to come at sunway lagoon. gosh. my heart was beating so so fast. 1 month 8 days since we last met.    !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the lagoon, i was like so freaking embarrassed to 'swim' with him. seriously. with my uncles and aunties and my parents ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having enough of water, my family decided walk on that long long bridge. it was so hot! everyone was getting moody especially the kids. then we left for lunch. oh btw, the last time i went to sunway lagoon was 10 years ago. i wonder .. sunway lagoon again? 10 years later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in his car the whole time. felt like .. well, it's just .. **wow!!**  lunch was under him. then, went to check in at concorde hotel. ahh .. bed!! i was super shagged i think i was the first one to hit the bed. when i woke up, everyone was sleeeeeeeping. time was around 645pm. woke my muz up half an hour later. it's so hard to wake him up! tsk. night time, he brought me to midvalley. the mall is so freaking big. bigger than taka. even the carpark! on the way to midvalley, muz surprised me with gifts. it was so beautifully wrapped up. he wanted me to tear the wrapping paper off. saaayyyaaang seh .. so beautiful. and guess what i got? a very very very adorable handphone holder and 2 cds. john legend and dayang!! thank you sayang!! so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we booked tickets for the gold class seats. is it? so comfy. it's like watching movie at home. on this big comfy red overstuffed armchair. there wasnt any dinner as planned because of time. well, next time perhaps. left at 2am .. a very wonderful night with him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, which is today, the 10th, was our goodbye day. had breakfast, checked out, went to petaling street-  i'm sucha a dumbo. should've bought some shades. grr. lastly, putrajaya. there, was our goodbye. we stopped at the highway .. flyway? whatever u call it. he told me to step out of his car. =(   i didn't want to ... i climbed into the van. and he didn't even look at me in the eye and say goodbye. so mean. our van had to go straight while his car have to take a turn .. as our van went straight ahead, he sped up at the other lane .... horned ... and ... then .. disappeared ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every seconds spent with him ... will be cherished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110856461457139031?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110856461457139031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110856461457139031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110856461457139031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110856461457139031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-was-princess-in-kuala-lumpur-p.html' title='I was a Princess in Kuala Lumpur.  =p'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110718934446736698</id><published>2005-02-01T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:54:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I Love You ...</title><content type='html'>momma's appointment with doctor tomoro. she's bringing me along for company. man it's in the morning! also means that i won't be able to chat with &lt;em&gt;my muz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time spent time with him yesterday was also short. super short. it's getting shorter .... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed the first day without all 3 girlfriends. yay! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just sad at times. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna thank fiq so so much for calling me in the afternoon. boy .. we sure do had one good loong convo. he's asking me out!! yay!! ahahaha. laughed out loud too much with him. fiq .. my bff .. mwah!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm .. a week more to k.l?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people!! it's february already! the month of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! bummer! oh shut. am not gonna think abt it. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110718934446736698?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110718934446736698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110718934446736698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110718934446736698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110718934446736698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-i-love-you.html' title='Baby I Love You ...'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110710328100879568</id><published>2005-01-31T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:57:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears For My Happy Friends</title><content type='html'>i've never in my whole life cried for my friends. worse still, they are all having fun now .. wherever they are. damn you girlfriends! now wanny's off for camp. will only be back on thursday. oh great! shit .. tears just won't stop rolling down my cheeks. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my gfs back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;em&gt;my muz&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hating ryan cabrera's true. for making me cry! stupid song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110710328100879568?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110710328100879568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110710328100879568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110710328100879568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110710328100879568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/tears-for-my-happy-friends.html' title='Tears For My Happy Friends'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110706503343294779</id><published>2005-01-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:03:53.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Life!</title><content type='html'>above mentioned says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110706503343294779?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110706503343294779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110706503343294779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110706503343294779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110706503343294779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-need-life.html' title='I Need a Life!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110702108209597939</id><published>2005-01-30T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:52:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tittle</title><content type='html'>i am missing so many people right now. life can be so mean sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time with my family. and pakcik's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. little ilhan molested me. he was rubbing my thigh and kissing it on the bus. hahhahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys will be boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, had a good chat with errol. yes yes. im shagged. and im getting on it! ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wannybanny my darling, cheer up alright? it's not over yet ... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110702108209597939?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110702108209597939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110702108209597939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110702108209597939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110702108209597939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-tittle.html' title='No Tittle'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110701944447014792</id><published>2005-01-28T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:50:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Fun Zelly Jelly!</title><content type='html'>zel called at half past midnight. she was sobbing and all. silly girl. *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left for the philipines already. everyone's leaving ... *sobs* muz left me. i mean, he's back there. then mel, now zel. thank god fiq appeared! that arse! he went m.i.a eversince new year. he called in the evening. and guess what? that sucker was back home 2 days ago from k.l. he was there for a week! knn. pergi tak bilang orang. grr. but boy am i glad to have u around BFF! there's also wanny and john left. i know ... pathetic 4. but people, we still have each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met wanny for the interview. last minute thingy. interview ends at 5pm and we were there right on time. i'm such a sucker with directions. wanny kept asking me how do we get to town from suntec. like, what bus? and i kept asking her back. it took us forever to reach town. bumped into jiaqi. ah~ long time no see old friend. i was shocked that she actually hugged and kissed me on my cheeks. aww. she remembers me .. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, wanny and i went on separate ways. she had to go to k.a.p for some instructor meeting and i had to meet qian at c.c.k.c.c's mCd for dinner. and guess who i saw theree ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zarifi and hidayu ...&lt;br /&gt;rafidah and haizad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird to .. u know .. not sit with them as a group. we're in the same place but on separate tables. very weird. dragged qian to my place after dinner. we sure do had a lot to talk about. had fun catching up. qian left at 11pm and i called &lt;em&gt;my muz&lt;/em&gt;. 12mins left on ICC so yeah it's 0 credit now. am chatting with him now. surprise .. surprise ... webcam from him!! awwww~~ for like .. 1 1/2 hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110701944447014792?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110701944447014792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110701944447014792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701944447014792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701944447014792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-fun-zelly-jelly.html' title='Have Fun Zelly Jelly!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110701893725069012</id><published>2005-01-26T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:15:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love ...</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaahh!! so many january babies. it's sweety hui qian's 18th birthday today!! mmmwah babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exactly a month ago, tsunami hit us. may they rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110701893725069012?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110701893725069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110701893725069012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701893725069012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701893725069012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/with-love.html' title='With Love ...'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110701867622836468</id><published>2005-01-25T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:11:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Fun Melly Belly!</title><content type='html'>zaki is officially 13 today. he hit his first teen! yay! happy birthday zaki~ eventhough kakak don't have the money to get you anything, =p  hope ur day is great sayang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a kakak i am. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz woke me up at 530am. had to wash dishes or else mama will kill me!! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel will be leaving later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so gonna have loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch!  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110701867622836468?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110701867622836468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110701867622836468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701867622836468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110701867622836468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-fun-melly-belly.html' title='Have Fun Melly Belly!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110693512345357077</id><published>2005-01-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:58:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheng Tng Party! </title><content type='html'>first of all, before i start blogging, i would like to wish my good friend, Lailathul Zunairah Omar a very joyful 18th birthday! happy birthday to you sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz gave me misscalls at 7am. i got up, chatted with him while waiting for an sms from wanny. wanny said to meet her at khatib mrt by 830am so i had to log off. =(  showered, got dressed and all to meet wanny banny. we had troubles going to bedok. from the west to the east. agh. so confusing. we took a bus from khatib  to tampines. wasnt sure of what bus to board from there so we decided to go for the mrt. dropped at bedok. and from there, we took a cab. ite bedok is just so cool. school of hunks! we were late. half an hour late. wanny had only 30 minutes to complete the test since it's a one hour test. poor thing. she did well though. i made friends with this girl. my age, shorter and slimmer than me. her name's fazila. she's also like me .. waiting for her friend to complete the test. at least i had company. on the way out of school, we bumped into this old friend of mine at the staircase. shahlan .. that boy. again, we had troubles getting out of bedok. took bus number 222 to bedok intechange. then took bus number 18 to tampines. and from there 67 all the way to bukit timah. it's 1 1/2 hour bus ride. there was this bangla onboard with us. bloody hell. kept looking at us. wanny must have smiled at him. wanny miang!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mel at al-azhar. played a bit of pool. then went to chill at my place. this will be the last day together with mel before she goes for holiday. she's leaving for london tomorrow. for almost a month. god i'm gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanny saw the party hats my cousin bought from L.A. we had them on! haha. we looked so cute. i'm serious. and we had a glass of cheng tng. yeah. a cocktail party. nono. cheng tng party. wanny left for town to meet zel and john while mel and i went to have dinner at ljs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chill at my void deck. just the 2 of us. how sweet. after mel left, i called muz with my ICC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110693512345357077?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110693512345357077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110693512345357077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693512345357077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693512345357077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/cheng-tng-party.html' title='Cheng Tng Party! '/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110693234543652952</id><published>2005-01-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:12:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Caring!</title><content type='html'>mom invited pakcik mansor &amp; family, pak itam &amp;amp; family and not forgetting my dearest granny over for lunch. a sumptuos one. i didn't join them. tak suke ah that lauk. least favourite. this lunch was like a .. u know .. as a .. umm .. thank you for being so nice and thoughtful and caring towards my mom. it touched our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tricked muz again! my webcam was on. then my cousin, firdaus stood beside me. he told me to shut up, just look at the cam window and not to look at him. i did and was shocked to see that tattoo (which i thought was for real) on his chest. bloody hell. it was just ink. muz saw everything. he asked whether it's real tattoo or just temporary. we said, it's for real! hehehe. i told him i have one too. somewhere on my body. a small butterfly. he believed! oh my. i didn't know i could be a good liar. muz got mad .... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone left already and i have to go clear the mess now. have to wake up super early tomorrow. gonna accompany makcik wanny to ite bedok for her drawing test. so long~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110693234543652952?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110693234543652952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110693234543652952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693234543652952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693234543652952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you-for-caring.html' title='Thank You For Caring!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110693070754192285</id><published>2005-01-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:45:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.U.H</title><content type='html'>my mom's soft cries woke me up from sleep again. and the house phone couldn't stop ringing. everyone asked bout my mom. worrying me even more.  the medicines from the clinic wasn't of much help so we decided to bring her to the hospital for a better check up. doctor said something about galstones or whatever it is in her tummy. gave her a jab and some painkiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to pakcik's place. my granny's not ill anymore. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, pretty woman was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110693070754192285?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110693070754192285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110693070754192285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693070754192285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110693070754192285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/nuh.html' title='N.U.H'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110692921231166680</id><published>2005-01-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:20:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!</title><content type='html'>there's lodeh, rendang, sambal udang and kari ayam in my kitchen. ah! those hari raya dishes. i'm so sick of them! had enough already. hari raya aidilfitri was like over only a few months back. muak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to pakcik's place right after the the males in my family were done with friday prayer. was the second family to arrive. what a record! my granny's ill. she spent almost the whole day in ilhan's room. dad gave me an International Calling Card. ICC for short. yay! i can call my muz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the both of us were in brown. hehehe. how sweet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's pain came back in the evening. so my family was the first to leave. another record. was always the last one. neways, went to the clinic. mom had a check up. she's alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called muz ... ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. am gonna watch pretty woman now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110692921231166680?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110692921231166680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110692921231166680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110692921231166680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110692921231166680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110628212280010578</id><published>2005-01-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:35:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Topless</title><content type='html'>yes mel. i have to agree with you. yesterday was better than i expected .. despite the tiff i had with muz. went to meet zel, john, mel and wanny at far east to like .. ease myself. i didn't have any problems dressing up. don't ask me why. i was in my skirt and my gola jacket. just that. mel and wanny kept trying to undress me. made me scream like a fool. bloody bitches. should've worn something inside! i didn't bring a single cent with me cause i thought we were just going to chill at the esplanade. but NO.  mel collected her pay (finally!) and then we had dinner at Thai Express. mel blanja-ed meee. thank you mel! there were cili padi-es everywhere. hahaha. walked around and then sat under this lion at ngee ann civic. talking cockerel all the way. wanny was the first one to leave. and zel was the one who noticed the dick on the lion!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told them about john legend and muz. they find it funny .. especially when muz asked me *so how's john?* ... i thought he was asking me about john .. hazel's bf. so i said *he's fine .. i guess* and muz  got mad again. like .. what the .... it was my fault though. i misinterpret his question. eh no!! not totally my fault. how would i know he was still talking about john legend?? poor john legend ... please forgive muzakkir. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and it was almost midnight. was listenning to sheila on 7 in my room when my hp vibrated. a phonecall from muz. well, his call made me less angry. at least he knows that i wasn't happy. he asked me whether i'm ok and i replied him with a dull no. i lied. hehhe. we hung up and then i sent him one pretty long sms. minutes later, he called again. this time, i let it all out. hehehehe. he's sucha naughty guy. a huge liar too. just wait and see what i'll do to him when we meet again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mel .. shaadesss. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110628212280010578?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110628212280010578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110628212280010578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110628212280010578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110628212280010578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/almost-topless.html' title='Almost Topless'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110612728693352502</id><published>2005-01-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:34:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak!</title><content type='html'>i know i know. i missed entries for 2 days already. why? nothing much to write about. just me and my silly dreams about him. also, amazingly .... was up early for 3 days straight. strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm leaving pretty soon. told momma that i'm going over to hazel's place. to meet my girlfriends. well yes, i am meeting them but not over at her place. it's the esplanade. i'll be in deep shit if she knows that i lied. so yeah ... and i'm feeling a bit er .. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john legend captured my heart. he's just so sway~ but hey. he's just a celebrity. and for sweet revenge, clever muz brought the subject up of having a double date later tonight. yesss. how smart of him. girls ... how would you feel if your beloved someone says this to you ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hey .. i'm going out for dinner tonight. it's like a double date. see my friend's with his girl and she's tagging her friend along. she's gorgeous .. i heard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!! double ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might go on strike for days!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110612728693352502?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110612728693352502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110612728693352502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110612728693352502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110612728693352502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/freak.html' title='Freak!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110588993318367614</id><published>2005-01-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T06:51:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shikin Sayang Awa!</title><content type='html'>juara laguuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anuar zain performed!! my awwaaaaa!! soooo frigging cute okay!! oh my god!! hehehe. well, muz is my awaaa! and dayang!! so gorgeous!! im so gonna get their album. i'm only interested in anuar zain, ziana zain, m.nasir, dayang nurfaizah, ning baizura and mmm. oag? ya. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dayang won!! for .. umm. which category? can't remember. sadly, none for lovely anuar. well, maybe ade. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz is out .. sending shahman to malacca. safe journey sayang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! i had the ... freakiest dream ever. iffah was in it. we were sitting by the beach at night. then iffah took out 3 cans of .. beer from her bag. the can was white in colour with some red prints. she passed me one. and guess what? i 'drank' beer! iffah was already gulping on her 2nd can. i didn't manage to finish mine. there was 1/3 of liquid left in my can. i tried to finish it in one gulp but then i heard voices. have you ever watched 10 commandments? there was this voice ... er .. it was coming from the sun. aiyah. god was talking to me!! and then, i looked at iffah who was already half dead on the sand. i looked down and let the dirty water in my mouth flow out. the smell was so strong!! i wonder why .... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! that was sucha dirty dream. igh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110588993318367614?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110588993318367614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110588993318367614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110588993318367614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110588993318367614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/shikin-sayang-awa.html' title='Shikin Sayang Awa!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110588913338122808</id><published>2005-01-16T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:25:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>promises are just so sweet when they are kept. my muz promised me that he'll be webcam-ing with me tonight and yes he did! i miss him so bad. he can even ask me whether an hour will be enough. an hour? u kidding me? it's more than enough! *mwah*   what more can one ask for. it's the sweetest thing he did for our first month anniversary! (on the 15th that is) hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, at around 7am, i was awokened by cries .. from .. my mom. i woke up and saw her sitting on my bedroom sofa, crying. she told me her tummy's hurting her damn bad. my eyes were wide opened but my brain was still slow. i did not get her message instantly. seconds later, the phone was ringing. i made my way out of the room, feeling a bit drowsy. it was my granny. she was practically yelling at me. telling me to bring my mom to the doctor. then it hit me! my mom! i had a quick shower, dressed and then brought her to the clinic. doctor said she's having gastric pain. i dunno whether that's serious or not. but i think it is. how come she's suffering so badly? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, i left mom in her room alone. told her to get some sleep. everytime i went in to check on her, she was either pulling the bedsheet, tossing and turning or ... well, cursing about the pain. she was crying ... made me cry but i kept my cool. time was 9am and hell, i've a whole list of chores to do. the house is in a mess!! and i have to do them all alone. i'm already soo sleepy. thankfully muz was online the whole time. so he kept me going. thanks luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to finish everything and so decided to take a short nap, in less than 10mins, i was awokened by the doorbell. it was my uncle. bummer. went back to nap and just when i was soo close to slumberland, the doorbell rang again. this time, it's my brother. urgh!! decided to chat with muz .. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, mak ngah came over with along. her eyes so red and watery. she went in to see my mom. along and i followed her .... and the 2 sisters were crying. i cried too. i don't want something bad to happen to her. now, my mom's okay already. such a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110588913338122808?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110588913338122808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110588913338122808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110588913338122808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110588913338122808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110570643677178761</id><published>2005-01-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:40:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endure ......</title><content type='html'>endure .. i've been saying that to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lailathul, coz she said her factory job is super tough. hazel, that surprise party for her beloved john. nosha, to bear the pain he's facing. wanny, hehe .. she's tired of washing plates. harwinder, about his job too. and a few others ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it, word of the month. e.n.d.u.r.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i myself can endure no more. nono. it's that i can no longer endure this. i am just .. missing him. tomorrow will be our 1 month. i feel like calling hazel now .. i'm .. at the verge of crying. but she's outside with john celebrating his birthday. i don't wanna disturb her. ah. shall go watch tv .. and wait for zel's call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it again ... ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know its almost impossible to do.. but please.. next time try to get hold of urslef.. n try to xpress how u feel to me.. otherwise.. theres no point we both having each other if we cant let each other know our feelings.. please.. CHANGE for me.. CHANGE for our relationshp to be better CHANGE for urself.. if it takes a lifetime for u to do it.. then i'll b by ur side for d whole process.. at least try.. n not let it be.. do sumthin abt it.. please please please.. can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry muz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110570643677178761?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110570643677178761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110570643677178761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110570643677178761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110570643677178761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/endure.html' title='Endure ......'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110567670702429636</id><published>2005-01-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:29:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY JOHN!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY MAK NGAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any entry for yesterday because i was freaking pissed off at the end of the day. just when i thought that the start was beautiful. with the sun shining ever so brightly. soft breeze ... ahh~ be-oooooooooooooooo-tiful! but then, this computer, or internet error (whatever you call it!) have to spoil my moood.i'm glad it's ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i found this very nice ..... um. poetry? puisi or sajak. whatever it is .. it's called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cherita Indah'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;it has always been my favourite. eversince last year. hehehe. happened to chance upon it in the school library. and the book is now mine to keep .. forever! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada bunga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mekar wangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belum bernoda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segar sekali.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada kumbang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gagah perkasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanggup terbang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memutar maya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam mengikut pusingan saat&lt;br /&gt;Kumbang bertemu bunga di taman,&lt;br /&gt;Terikat kasih mesra sepakat&lt;br /&gt;Menyusun hidup teguh berzaman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. nice? forgive me zel, mel, aaron and others who don't quite get this. it's soooo beautiful!!! i just feel that this is the right time to share with everyone. the time is right .. yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110567670702429636?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110567670702429636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110567670702429636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110567670702429636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110567670702429636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110555098236934186</id><published>2005-01-13T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T01:29:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN UP!! </title><content type='html'>it's so windy. and i'm so cold ... typing away .. all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muzakkir lectured me. i was .. scared. i still am. *bites nail* ok, he just got online. and is still lecturing me. *frowns* everything's ok now. am playing yahoo pool with him. hmmm .... 5mins left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to say .. but i'm lost for words. easier said, just feeling a bit down. i don't even know why i'm feeling down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110555098236934186?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110555098236934186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110555098236934186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110555098236934186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110555098236934186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/open-up.html' title='OPEN UP!! '/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110544042905704790</id><published>2005-01-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:47:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPPLIES!! ahahahhaha</title><content type='html'>aiyah. i'm so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should've just stick with my cold war plan. now that i've lost ... *squints* got a message from muz. his mom's using the comp. we won't be chatting again tonight. it looks like, we can only chat in the morning. ah? but i have housechores to do. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure did a lot of housechores today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i sent nabilah to school and today, i fetched her from school. wow. without hesitation! believe it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this new blog skin? do u like it? i love it! soo much. but, where's the archive? *frowns* can someone help me with the archives? and .. i still have no idea of what to fill in under 'likes' and 'dislikes'. just his name under 'likes'. nuthin else. and how the heck do i add extras like 'wishlist' and so on?wanny's blog's frigging cool. that's so unfair. i hate you wanny! hehe. it looks so complete .. unlike mine. feel like changing mine but sayang ahh!! with the song and everything. so nice. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw lailathul, *** kau sabar je la dengan kerje kau tu. kerje mane yang tak memenatkan? dah dapat kerje tu dah bagus le sayang. tak macam aku ni. dudok rumah jadi mother number 2. boring beb. takde duit. =(    so, endure yaaaa!! mwaah! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john's birthday is this coming friday. what john?? 17 only ahh? i'm gonna be 18! hahha. my aunt's gonna turn 50 this saturday. cool aye. 50 already. mak ngah turning 50! 50! hehehhe. it's a good time to have a birthday party. also, it's my first month with muz this saturday. so fast ... ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110544042905704790?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110544042905704790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110544042905704790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110544042905704790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110544042905704790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/supplies-ahahahhaha.html' title='SUPPLIES!! ahahahhaha'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110537913637697624</id><published>2005-01-11T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T01:45:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>it's 130am. i'm sooo gonna turn in soon. very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to the doctor's in the morning. but, mom wasn't feeling too good. she told me to go there alone. hell no! never! not after that incident. nonono. so yeah, i stayed at home the whole day. yes, the whole day. with my eye, still like this. well, at least it's better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a lot today. housechores!! starting to have a thing for sweeping. hehe. oh! btw, i prefer sweeping than using the vacuum cleaner. don't ask me why. i even sent nabilah to school! amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my lil bro is still in school, and that muz will only be home at around 6+, i decided to install my most beloved SIMS 2. but then ... i do not know why there are problems with the installation. almost killed me. was supposed to chat with muzakkir by now. but he's still not here. obviously means ... he's not coming. oh well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just see what i have in store for him tomorrow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs hands with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110537913637697624?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110537913637697624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110537913637697624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110537913637697624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110537913637697624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110511625029387463</id><published>2005-01-08T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:44:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Trust Him. So Much!</title><content type='html'>muz ... i hope u're ok. i'm really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110511625029387463?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110511625029387463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110511625029387463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511625029387463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511625029387463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-trust-him-so-much.html' title='I Trust Him. So Much!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-110511475079926458</id><published>2005-01-03T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:23:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sunday</title><content type='html'>i woke up with a huge smile on my face but when i realized that muz isn't here with me today, it turned into a frown. long distance is tough. now that we've met it's tough-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a jemputan. and oh! i so can't wait to meet mom's childhood bestfriend. she calls her lela popeye. cute aye. mom said she looked like olive (u know popeye's gf) back then. as thin as her too and yay! i can't wait to meet cik popeye! hahhaa. mom has been telling me her childhood stories since i was a kid. and cik lela popeye was often mentioned. they've not met for quite some time and hell i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that was how i felt before the jemputan. now that i've met her, hahha. she's funny. just like what mom always say. but she ain't as skinny as olive now. u know what she said to me? she said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cik popeye : anak saye NS .. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me : *blushes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pandai2 je my mom wanna matchmake me to cik popeye's son. oh btw, my mom knows about me and muz already. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling rather down. why hasn't he message me? not even online .... is he cheating on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110511475079926458?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110511475079926458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110511475079926458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511475079926458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511475079926458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-sunday_02.html' title='It&apos;s a Sunday'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110511103615627984</id><published>2005-01-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:20:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will the Next Time Be?</title><content type='html'>i just got home .. at erm 12.45am. am feeling shag now. very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to queensway .. shahman was lost. hehehe. too many shoes there and it's so hard for him to find one. wanted to bring them to mukhsin's shop. wah siao ah. if he sees me like that with muz, i'm gonna be dead. he's gonna tell harwinder and then i'm in deep trouble. left for town, walked to lido. bought 3 tickets - meet the fockers. poor shahman had to watch it again. sorry! the boys were hungry so we had burger king at far east. met iffah and her cousin. then went to hmv, shahman got himself a cd. still no shoes. hehe. went to walk around cineleisure. i wanted to show him the skate park but damn i missed it. on our way out, i saw tasha and safiah. then off to lido again. meet the fockers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie was dirty. but damn funny. the best movie ever so far. thank god i watched meet the parents already. neways, if u missed meet the parents, it's ok. can just go watch meet the fockers itself. u're not missing out on anything. muz .. love you! hehe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of zel and john to meet us after the movie. they accompanied us to beach road. i had to send the boys off. aww. off to malaysia boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt talk much during the last hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110511103615627984?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110511103615627984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110511103615627984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511103615627984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110511103615627984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-will-next-time-be.html' title='When Will the Next Time Be?'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110483118356501622</id><published>2005-01-02T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:48:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? 2005 Already? </title><content type='html'>happy new year! what's your resolution for this year? well, i don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's new year! start a fresh! come to think of it, isn't it scary? like ... i'm gonna be 18. and with that i can buy cigarettes, alcoholic drinks and even go clubbing LEGALLY!! yes yes .. almost everything's gonna be legal this year. but me? being 18? i still behave like a 16 year old. no. i feel more like a 7 year old. like nabilah. ergh. fact is ... i'm growing old!!!!!! nonoo. i dun wanna be 18. i used to say *i can't wait to turn 18! i can have a bf when i'm 18! i can't wait!* ... oh well. but i already have a bf. and i'm not even officially 18. considered 18 already la coz ... 2005 mah. i follow the year .. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ... how did i celebrate my new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muz and shaman came over yesterday which was new year eve. *read previous entry. -i was so super nervous about them coming over. anyways, they reached singapore at around 5 i think. i was supposed to fetch them from beach road but heck i'm dumb. i do not know how to get there by myself. so, they made their way to choa chu kang and there, we met. for the first time! btw, muz is my bf. how did we get together? it's a long story. a lil twisted also. trust me .. u don't wanna know. =) so, i brought them back home. i changed, they had a meal then we head off to town. meeting zel, wanny, john and mel in the bus. alighted at far east and waited for fiq. mel and wanny went to lucky plaza to withdraw some cash while the rest waited for the super star. hehe. once fiq arrived, we went to lucky plaza to meet the girls again. on the way there, fiq, zel and john were walking so damn fast, leaving shaman, muz and myself behind. tak baik sehhh!! on our way there ... *ahem* we held hands. ahhh shiver me timber! =p when we reached lucky plaza, my friends .. i know they were bitching bout me. nb ah! hehe. muz wanted to go to the toilet and he wanted to check out this err .. game store, so the 3 of us left them again. when we were done, my friends were gone. -_- . they went to paragon without telling me. so we met them there. mel and fiq were hungry so we went to cine's burger king. once done, we left for esplanade! woohoo. esplanade was packed with people. ooh crowds! i likee! countdown was rather special this year. no fireworks. a tribute to the tsunami victims. countdown in silence. after that, electrico performed. electrico! local band! waaahh! i didn't know. they're damn good i tell you. zel got  hungry so we went to lau pa sat. it was already 2am by then. oh btw, john left for home. something personal. managed to get a cab somewhere near boat quay. aah~ a night to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go get ready now. hafta meet my baby and shahman from cik lan's. i'm coming honeyy~ gonna bring them to queensway and ... town. where else! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muzakkir rajaei is .. my first true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110483118356501622?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110483118356501622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110483118356501622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110483118356501622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110483118356501622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-2005-already.html' title='What? 2005 Already? '/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110455447235092633</id><published>2005-01-02T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:13:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2005!</title><content type='html'>last night was the first time for everything. first time i could spend new year outside. first time i met muz. the first time we celebrated new year together. my first hug, my first ... aiyah. lots la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there weren't any fireworks. aww. we had the countdown in silence. in memory of the tsunami victims. yah ... enough bout the tsunami disaster. it's so ... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was like a dream come true .. he was here with meeee. 2004-2005. ok, here's awhat happened yesterday. went to fetch him and his friend at choa chu kang interchange. brought him back home. u know what, we were sooo quiet in the lift. damn the elevator. the ride up seems like forever. they waited for me to change and when i was done, we left the house. waited for the bus to town. zel, john and wanny were already in. mel joined a few stops later. i sat next to him ... ya was awkward. he wasn't talking. he did la. using hand signals with his friend, shaman. and i made myself busy talking to mel. reached our stop and we waited for fiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel wanted to withdraw some cash so wanny followed her to lucky plaza while the rest of us waited for fiq. fiq arrived and we walked to lucky plaza to the 2 girls. on our way there, zel, john and fiq walked ahead of me, muz and shaman. while walking .. we held hands. &gt;.&lt; hehehe. i was shyyy. but i kept my cool. hehe. my friends couldn't stop looking at me. i felt so .... MALU! they've never seen me like that before. not even once. so that was something new. and more new things are expected to come. i hope. walked to hmv, and then mel was hungry so we went to cine's burger king. right after that we took a bus to the esplanade. there were 2 different stages. one was conquered with some punk rock band and the other (which was the main stage) was a bit peaceful. yah like i said, countdown in silence. wished everyone new year! then ELECTRICO performed. waaa. local band. damn good ok. i was shocked. i didnt know that it was them singing that song on the radio. waw~ hot! muz was getting tired, hehe. and shaman was quiet most of the time. hazel was hungry so we went to lau pa sat. we had satay. hehe. took a cab back home ard 3am. the whole time i was with him, so many sweet things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaa. im such a sucker in thissss. hehhe. zel .. wanny .. mel .. fiq .. u should know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll be leaving for k.l tonight ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110455447235092633?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110455447235092633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110455447235092633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110455447235092633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110455447235092633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-2005.html' title='Happy 2005!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110447870414866949</id><published>2005-01-01T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:49:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?? EVE ALREADY??</title><content type='html'>ohhhh no. ohhhh boy. i could'nt sleep!!! well .. i eventually did at 5am and i got up 3hours later. noone was awake so i went back to sleep again. but could'nt. kept tossing and turning. shit man. today is the day. muz is on the way here. and i'm so not prepared. i'm damn bloody nervous. eh siak ah. i canot do a single thing since morning ok!! im so weak .... aiyo .... tolong ahhh tolongggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110447870414866949?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110447870414866949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110447870414866949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447870414866949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447870414866949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-eve-already.html' title='WHAT?? EVE ALREADY??'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-110447831798827454</id><published>2004-12-30T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:31:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another T.W Girls Outing</title><content type='html'>laila fetched from my bus stop at around 2pm. it was pouring heavily. my skirt was like marilyn monroe's. haha. so we went over to her place. i dyed her hair and it was successful. yay! we went to bukit batok's pizza hut  to meet rabbiah and hidayah. they work there. pizza was under laila. nyehehe. oh ya. laila had a holiday in bangkok and she bought us souvenirs. a playboy necklace locket. niceee~ thanks lat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ... am nervous abt tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110447831798827454?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110447831798827454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110447831798827454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447831798827454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447831798827454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-tw-girls-outing.html' title='Another T.W Girls Outing'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110447773372199739</id><published>2004-12-29T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:52:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday Maria Hazel Miren Concha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie6.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6275/570/200/jjjjie117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She's 19 now and turning 20 next year.&lt;em&gt; aaaaahahahhahah&lt;/em&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;celebrated &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's more like .. my birthday. Felt bad. How come she's treating me on her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I should be the one doing that. But thanks &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sucha lucky &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. $3oo shopping spree from &lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;waaaa&lt;/em&gt;. I want that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110447773372199739?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110447773372199739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110447773372199739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447773372199739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447773372199739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-19th-birthday-maria-hazel-miren.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday Maria Hazel Miren Concha!!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110447631806845815</id><published>2004-12-27T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:24:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flown away by Fruitcakes</title><content type='html'>fruitcakes. they look so innocent but not all. now then i know that they put rum into fruitcakes. the non-halal ones la. but then again ... fruitcakes lehhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had them. the ones with rum. no wonder there was this funny smell. it's like glue. but .. fruitcakes leh. i had a slice. hazel offered that to me. minutes later, her mom came out of the kitchen ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;m : oh i almost forget about the fruitcake. my friend made them for me and i just remembered that she added alcohol to the fruitcake. can u take alcohol? she told me to eat it after chinese new year cause it'll taste much better by then. (blablabla) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was something like that. can't exactly remember. automatically i felt ... err .. dirty. like .. whatt?! alcohol!!? haaa?! but i was cool ... hazel and fiq looked at me .. and i was like .. i'm alright (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me : oh? i just had a slice. mmm. nvm la. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah right kin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we were all at hazel's house. christmas dinner. i miss them so so so so much. aaron and a.b joined a bit later. then .. philip michael and family came. it was so weird. ahahaa. we used to talk but now .. ahhhh. the best thing was when hazel's mom forced a.b, aaron and also hazel to dance for her. ahahha. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit! it's dad's 46th birthday!! alamak .. he's asleep already ... how now ... what a daughter i am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110447631806845815?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110447631806845815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110447631806845815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447631806845815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110447631806845815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/flown-away-by-fruitcakes.html' title='Flown away by Fruitcakes'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110429440363302482</id><published>2004-12-26T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:54:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 24 on 25th .. Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>wahhh it's christmas! yay! aaaaannnd .... new year is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't wait for new year eve to come. this will be my first new year out of the house. yes, i've been celebrating new year at home all these while. doing the countdown with my telly. only me awake with the rest of my family members all half asleep on the sofa. mom allowed me to celebrate with friends this year. how happy can one beeeeeeeeeeee. yeeeehaaaaa. and that special someone might be coming here to celebrate new year with mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyaa. went to meet grace kandoly again last night (already met her 4 days ago). hehe. but this time, it was hell fun. a very bitchy reunion. illya, iffah, grace and myself. we had dinner at puncak together with her sis and 2 cousins. it's such a girly night. correction. bitchy night. after dinner, we went to walk around town. it's christmas eve. what do u expect? it's damn bloody packed. i was already anticipating to walk through the crowd! btw, i love crowds in singapore. heh. since grace is now a mommy, she had a headache upon seeing the gazillion number of people. so we headed to her apartment. there, we chilled. bitch-ed, laugh-ed and had lotsa fun. wanted to catch the last bus home before midnight but we ended up with the night rider at 2am. on the way to somerset's bus stop, illya got sprayed by stangers twice. ahahha. 2 for illya. 1 for iffah and 0 for me. reached home at 3+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and happy sweet 17 razinah darling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110429440363302482?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110429440363302482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110429440363302482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110429440363302482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110429440363302482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-24-on-25th-merry-christmas.html' title='Post 24 on 25th .. Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110428960632258700</id><published>2004-12-17T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:06:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start a New?</title><content type='html'>oooouuuhright. im with muz now. yeahhh yeaaahh .. another online get up. but this is new ok. he's from malaysia. isnt that good? it's getting cloosseerr .. soon, someone from singapore. then i'll go *aaaahh~ finally* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u lost? it's ok. u're supposed to feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we were together on the wee morning of 15th december. he's an ex of one of my best chicks. feeling a bit odd. how would she react when she finds out? with this kinda r/ship summoreeee. oh heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110428960632258700?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110428960632258700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110428960632258700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110428960632258700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110428960632258700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/12/start-new.html' title='Start a New?'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110036731948209692</id><published>2004-11-14T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T01:35:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berlebaran</title><content type='html'>today marks the first day of syawal. baru je shikin selesai pasang langsir. sekejap lagi, dekat rumah nenek sebelah mak, bila semua dah berkumpul .. confirm kecoh. as in ... in tears. alah memanglah tahun2 yang dulu pun mesti ada tangisan tapi tahun will be a bit different. senang cakap .. emotional la. maklum la dengan ketiadaan busu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, semalam kan hari terakhir bulan ramadhan. i must say that it was one of a kind. ada kematian petang semalam. around 5pm gitu. buka puasa ramai2 dengan orang2 yang datang melawat. i saw hiddir .. an old friend of mine. ntah hiddir masih kenal shikin ke tidak eh. itu tak penting la. this part la yang shikin macam rasa best gitu. dapat menyaksikan orang dikebumikan pada waktu malam. tak pernah2 seh ... suasana dia lain macam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special ramadhan for me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah .. ni part la yang shikin tak suka sangat. beraya dengan family sebelah abah. bak kata budak2 kat sini, *mendak sehh*. tak shiok ah. bukannya rapat sangat dengan diorang tu. alahai, for the sake of duit raya la eh. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110036731948209692?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110036731948209692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110036731948209692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110036731948209692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110036731948209692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/11/selamat-berlebaran.html' title='Selamat Berlebaran'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-110024120409340321</id><published>2004-11-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T12:29:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Entry So Far</title><content type='html'>i've been having dreams bout my mates. i wonder why. first was hazel and her billy bong family, then fiq and his crazy train catch. i can't remember much bout mel's though. missing them maybe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-110024120409340321?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/110024120409340321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=110024120409340321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110024120409340321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/110024120409340321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/11/5th-entry-so-far.html' title='5th Entry So Far'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-109894775780183887</id><published>2004-10-28T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:04:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Wednesday</title><content type='html'>today is the ... umm ... 13th day of Ramadan and today is the 3rd day of my .. well you should know. With this, I can't fast. Anyways, SHIT!! O's is in a few days time and me ... I am still glued to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last Friday was our Grad Night. Fun I MUST say. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot to write just now .. but .. heck i can't remember much. Till next time, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-109894775780183887?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/109894775780183887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=109894775780183887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109894775780183887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109894775780183887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-is-wednesday.html' title='Today is Wednesday'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-109689220512071948</id><published>2004-09-28T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:02:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game Anyone?</title><content type='html'>i don't have to go to school today. why? because there's no paper for my class and a few others. over and done with prelims. yay! oh, remember me telling about my hp chain? the monkey? and the black Q-boy with huge eyes? i just named them. the monkey's name is mr.mot in memory of daru for calling me cimot (monkey in bahasa indo) and koko boy for the black Q-boy. hehe. symbolises anton. remembered his friends teasing him for being the dark one and also his huge round eyes. koko ... as in ... cocoa ... chocolate ... dark ... if you understand, then that's good. if you don't, oh well, nothing important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-109689220512071948?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/109689220512071948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=109689220512071948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109689220512071948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109689220512071948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/09/name-game-anyone.html' title='The Name Game Anyone?'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-109687804209487688</id><published>2004-09-27T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:20:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First For Everything</title><content type='html'>for the first time in almost 10 years of knowing my BFF, fiq, today, i actually went to his house! i was in his room with zel and my two young cousins. goodness. so unbelievable. anyways, his family was celebrating dada's (his sister) 9th birthday. a belated one though. GOSH! and also my first visit to cik lan's new apartment right after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-109687804209487688?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/109687804209487688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=109687804209487688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109687804209487688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109687804209487688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-for-everything.html' title='First For Everything'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8424332.post-109638248925718931</id><published>2004-09-26T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:01:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purplish Saturday</title><content type='html'>ohkay. was supposed to go to town with zel and fiq. supposed to wear &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. but nah .. as always, they wont wanna follow my plan. ah well. i was like so desperate to go out and so in the mood to wear &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. so, when mom asked me whether i wanna follow her to plaza singapura, i instantly agreed. yah, dressed in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, hanging around plaza singapura with my family. i seriously think i overdress. i mean, why so fancy when you're out with family. guess its ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-109638248925718931?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/109638248925718931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=109638248925718931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109638248925718931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109638248925718931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/09/purplish-saturday.html' title='Purplish Saturday'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424332.post-109583053120690720</id><published>2004-09-22T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T13:22:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Breakfast Club</title><content type='html'>the gank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nurul Ashikin Z. ( .. me )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M. Shaffiq M.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melanie Frans L.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron Han W.C&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;the four of us had big breakfast meal for breakfast ( like .. duh!~ ) arz and saiful joined us. laughed a lot i must say. i bought hp accessories. you know ... the "keychain" to beautify your mobile. bought 2 of them. one's a mini monkey plush and the other one is this black Q-boy with huge eyes. very cute. wanted to give the monkey to daru and the black Q-boy to anton but decided to keep both for myself. huhuhu. too cute. im in the library again. with fiq. mel and aaron left 20mins ago. i've been spending a lot of time in the library using the net. i wonder why ..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424332-109583053120690720?l=raisingshikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/feeds/109583053120690720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424332&amp;postID=109583053120690720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109583053120690720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424332/posts/default/109583053120690720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingshikin.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-breakfast-club.html' title='The Big Breakfast Club'/><author><name>s h i k i n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15333703425788727721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
