<?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-2565275306598616428</id><updated>2011-12-29T18:49:12.779+08:00</updated><category term='Acting'/><category term='Labi'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='photoshop cs 3'/><category term='Boring'/><category term='Wasai'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Bosan'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='updated post'/><category term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Teardrop Tissue</title><subtitle type='html'>What can I say abou my blog?Pretty much like my diary,only I got to post it to the net and see who will read it.There's nothing much though.It's just another place to surf to waste your time.I might tell why do I call it as 'Teardrop Tissue'.It's a long story and I'll post the reason why and what's the story.Cheers!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5161536236515988333</id><published>2009-07-26T18:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:28:31.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey. Back again. With some mood and feel to blog. My days been very different lately. The night's been cold and I miss my girl damn much than ever before. Before I move on any further, it just happen to be the special day for 2 of my very good friends and just turned 18.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Niez&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Waverly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm looking forward to see them both to be the girls behind the 'steering' wheel~ It'll sound crazy if I just mention 'wheel'. whatever it is~~~~ May God bless you both and goodluck in everything you do. I pray that our friendship will always stay strong and last forever. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..I've been to my friend's sister's wedding ceremony. It was a cool one. Been there with 3 of my best buddies; Aimran, Ameng &amp;amp; Sarul. Things would always be crazy by having these guys around. Not to mention my other friends who attended the ceremony too. Forget the gender issues, I didn't feel isolated being with the girls around. They're just plain crazy too. I'm pretty sure the guys are way more crazier than them. I'm not being sexist here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meanwhile...) I kept asking myself lately, especially during the night. "Is it the room that's cold or it's just the night?" I'm not gonna get into the scientific part to explain the whole of temperature thing. But.. the temperature set on my airconditioner has not been adjusted for about weeks. If it shows 18 degrees last week, then it is the same for tonight. But I just feel colder tonight. (maybe I missed her already? =0 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to go for now. I gotta take my shower and to my SMSA-ian friends, you all better be start studying, D-day is coming (exams i mean.. - -") So, best of luck to you all. Study smart, everybody. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*clicks 'save now' &amp;amp; heading to shower room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5161536236515988333?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5161536236515988333/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5161536236515988333' title='1 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5161536236515988333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5161536236515988333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-26th.html' title='Day 26th'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1165523276001904428</id><published>2009-07-16T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:24:09.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if i'm gonna post this one tomorrow, then it'll be a month since I posted my last post. (posted my post.. - -"). Now I decided to post one today, which means I left my blog outdated for 29 days. Well..it wasn't about that I was so busy back then but I was just not in the mood to blog. Not for being in a bad or gone through the worse of my times. I was just lazy. That's the word.  Plus, last week, I was not feeling so well. I could still walk around and do my activities. The cough caught me! hehe.. It wasn't the 'severe' one. The doctor did gave me an MC for a day. Which means, I'm excused to be absent for one day.. whatever it was, I decided to blog for a post today because, I really thought that I had gone through quite much today. And I need to express myself about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my morning started (at school) like usual. Going through the temperature check before entering the school premises by the teachers. The teachers became 'part-time nurses' for the whole one month I predicted. Of course, it's because of the pendemic disease. The Swine Flu (a.k.a H1N1)~ oink-oink. Gone through it several times and having alcohol (to kill the germs on the hands, of course..) is quite a routine now. I had no PS (private studies) period today, and that kinda sucked my freedom so much for today's school. But I did have a great 15 minutes with my honey. Love her. x) next up was my Geography period. It was a tense in a silent kinda way. My teacher grouped me with Hisham and Fatin (she was being one of the 'tutor' of the day) and did the brainstorming together. I can feel the pressure so much with bearing and echoing in mind the voice of my teacher pushing or should i say it in a better way~~"motivate" me so I could do better in my studies since my grades are very worrying for the coming A Levels! - -" I will try my best aa Mrs. Winnie. Don't pinch me any harder. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one would be the weird day itself for being so 'yellow' or 'orange'. It still is right now! I thought it was 5pm when it was just actually 2.30pm. - -" pollution..who's burning the forest?? I do hope for the rain now. It looks so gloomy now. I realised it when I was at the school with my girlfriend. The glare from the cars looked yellow. When it was supposed to be (usually) white. We all sure need you now, rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters most about today is, it's just hours from now that my girl is gonna turn 17. hehe. Yay! She is young but she really got better brains than I do. And I always assume her as the mind reader because she seem to know what I'm going to say. =D Gave her a lil chicken as her birthday present. I gave her a kitten doll. Now, she got dollS from me. I just felt so honoured when she bought me a rubix cube. But this one's different. You actually have to spread the cube (it'll be like a string of small cubes) and rearrange those connected cubes into a bigger cube. haha.. - -" i know it sounds weird and complicated (may even don't sound like making any sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for this post. Be updating the blog more whenever I can. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1165523276001904428?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1165523276001904428/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1165523276001904428' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1165523276001904428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1165523276001904428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/07/yellow-day.html' title='Yellow Day'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-3475003619983983100</id><published>2009-06-17T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:32:17.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling Them Tummies At Fratini's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey again buddies. Hope your holidays goin well. And would like to congratulate for those who continued their revision. Keep it going cuz once you relax, you're gonna relax for so long. Just like me. Heheh.. We had a Ex-Media gathering at Fratini's today. Damn..that place is costy but nevermind. The food is good and I feel a little bit like an Italian. and Chinese at the same time Not being so hetrosexual but we ate quite a lot of pizza today. I don't remember what is it. I just put in what is possible to be eaten. Not to include tabls and chairs, though. It's cool to be at that restaurant again. It's been awhile. ehe.. Here goes. I didn't take a lot of pictures. And obviously, I didn't take any pictures with me in it. Maybe because I'm just not that photogenic. xD haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSlCHiWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bqciDkdEpY/s1600-h/17062009_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSlCHiWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bqciDkdEpY/s320/17062009_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239281448520034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSd1jTQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iP6CLUGAp0k/s1600-h/17062009_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSd1jTQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iP6CLUGAp0k/s320/17062009_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239279516765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSFl1y6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/I8xtxvMtidk/s1600-h/17062009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSFl1y6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/I8xtxvMtidk/s320/17062009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239273008417698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDR3pOPNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dYGIo6QMF3I/s1600-h/17062009_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDR3pOPNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dYGIo6QMF3I/s320/17062009_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239269264506066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDR60h58I/AAAAAAAAAO0/QAs14mK3TNI/s1600-h/17062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDR60h58I/AAAAAAAAAO0/QAs14mK3TNI/s320/17062009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348239270117238722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must comment a little bit on this picture.  Look at that one of big as crab 'curry puff'. It is actually a pie and not really a curry puff. It really got my attention and was the main reason I took a picture on this one. I can see how Malay food can influence so much on the way to serve an Italian food. xD haha. But hey, I do have a great time. Wouldn't go there if we didn't have much cash. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-3475003619983983100?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/3475003619983983100/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=3475003619983983100' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3475003619983983100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3475003619983983100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/06/filling-them-tummies-at-fratinis.html' title='Filling Them Tummies At Fratini&apos;s'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SjjDSlCHiWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_bqciDkdEpY/s72-c/17062009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-569280950012073908</id><published>2009-06-09T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:57:44.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Day WaS SavEd!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I save myself or I just got lucky? Whichever it is, but I really think that I had a nice day. I got two essays I gotta write today. For GP, i wrote nothing much but a crap on a paper. I didn't prepare myself for both subjects. It was still my fault for sticking around too much with my laptop. At least, my laptop is coming into use. But the point of the whole day today in which I predicted it last night, is gonna be damn stressful and will be boring. I can't think of a possible miracle that is going to happen today. My Business Studies and my Geography class was cancelled. So I'm stuck in boredom. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I saw an angel in front of me and I'm not mistaken for what I saw. OMG! no, i wasn't that so crazy but I have this magnetic feeling. Am I the north or the south pole. Ah! But I really gotta get closer. She got her friends all around so I stayed put for a while. But just as my friends started to cheer and encourage me like "apa lagi, Lan?" "aga lah!". Good thing they didn't say "Ey Lan, gangster takut?!". I'm not scared! I'm just embarassed.. - -" malu wah~ but it was fine. I met her and had a little random chat. And it was only for about 5-10 min. Just after that, I went back to the canteen and celebrate the victor. haha. She was fun to talk to. Just glad I happen to find one. And if she's reading this : mark this down. I like talking to you and I'm looking forward for more. (if you don't mind..ehe..he....) uhh.. I just have to let this 'things' out of my chest. It's so cool. I was expecting to have a very stressful day but she seem to turn that around. I don't really remember what's the drug called used to calm a person down but it pretty much worked out like that. It really calmed me down and I was actually excited to get into the class even though i knew i'm gonna fail the test. (i promise i will do better!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a 'second round' chat before my test. It really worked well calming me down. It was kinda weird that I'm bringing my green economics file around in which was one of the effort I made to make myself revise. but I have to welcome the sweet break and carry on with it. Paradise~~ well..there was a part of moment in which she kinda made me 'freeze'. She handed over her two rubix cubes and I fell in love with one of it. It actually can be spread and all you gotta do is to rearrange it back to a cubical shape. I'd try next time, k? The time was pretty limited and I wish it wasn't. =S but that's fine. Loving the moment and that's kinda memorable for our first meet. Great start for a new friendship. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-569280950012073908?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/569280950012073908/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=569280950012073908' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/569280950012073908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/569280950012073908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-was-saved.html' title='a Day WaS SavEd!!'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7857115807353211289</id><published>2009-05-28T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:02:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble mumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna spare my time to update my blog finally for about a week of absense. Anyways, so much had happened this past few days. One of those days would be Aziz's birthday. It was kinda simple surprise but we really got him. hahah. Baik jua nada yang kana antam. xD nada waa~. Too bad i didn't take the picture of the cake cuz me and my friends agreed to buy him a Barney (the purple T-rex) and the yellow triceratops (watever the name is..). It was a chocolate cake,(somehow..) with purple and yellow on top. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days had been normal as far as I'm concerned. Well, it wasn't perfect. It was just as fine. Not to mention so much about my academics. 3 Fails and a pass. -_-" It would've been perfect if I just passed all of it. Which is quite impossible lately but I know I'll get through it. Getting smiles from those chosen ones pretty much woke me up most of my sleepy mornings. ehe. Never had enough of those 'anti-dotes'. I keep seeking for it everyday. Why is it everytime I'm trying to get myself focused, something would definitely distract me. Both bad and good way. Bad as in, I was in complete attention to my teacher so I could absorb as much info as possible WHEN my friends started to call me from behind and talk about some stuffs. And I tend to welcome the break. Socialising. That's what I always do. Here's my new habit I realised. Just as soon as I walked out of the class. I'll start to look around, searching if that 'someone' is around. "Let's get close". Yea. That's what I always say to myself. But I suck so much that as soon as I got close, I'll 'curl' or not giving back that sweet warm smile to her. Argh! -_-" but I like how it kept me crazy for a while. ehe. Not to mention to hear 'that' voice echoing in my mind. And that for sure will distract me during my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I must say I started my morning right and I did not regret it. xD haha. Nothing like being in school at 7.10am, chilled out with my buddies in the canteen and get to her as soon as I see her arrival. =D you know who you are. And please, take this as a compliment. ;) A short walk to class, talking about things, getting a little update, gossips. =O hoho.. It was worth it. There's a lot going on. Her good above average grades comparing to my constant U's from the beginning of last year. :P a BIG difference there. So much had changed except that cute and happy-go-lucky personality she always have. Keep it that way and I pretty much need it when I desperately need company or to play with in the basketball court! ehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7857115807353211289?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7857115807353211289/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7857115807353211289' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7857115807353211289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7857115807353211289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/05/mumble-mumble.html' title='Mumble mumble'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6525575735029659362</id><published>2009-05-07T19:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:25:28.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against all winks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should say it is very 'wise' of me to hold on to myself and not to get too carried away for smiles I thought as angelic and naughty winks. Well.. winks always look naughty. But you can't get winks that often especially when you are 'Sahlan Safwan'. It's one rare thing to get and once you could get one, there's a big chance that you want more. But I tried and strongly told myself "it's just fine and act friendly!". And yes, so I did (i think..). Seriously, at first, I thought that I overlooked and that was very unexpected. I said "hi" and there, she gave me the half a second close-open right eye (or better known as wink). Honestly telling, I became crazy (at heart) for a while. But I thought I did fine, I did not gave the wink back to her and I convinced myself, that was just a friendly one, we're good friends and I did not start it. So, it was cool and yet I felt guilty. So I was like, "alright, it's just today and she is just teasing. Nothing more". And I'm really (150 000%..) sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To cut the story much more shorter, she gave me another wink just about a week or two after the first and yea, I 'replied' it with another one. The Friendlier version of a wink. She knew it, I knew it. So, it's safe. So, hey, it's just me who got too excited for the wink she gave and if it was really something more, I can hold on and dare not to be a fool who seeks for early 'death'. I've been through this, and as 'playa' or 'gangsta' I can be. I think wisely so I could prevent the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shoot..I don't feel that normal that I have to kinda 'complain' for every winks and smiles I get. Am I not a happy guy? xD whatever. Be posting again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6525575735029659362?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6525575735029659362/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6525575735029659362' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6525575735029659362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6525575735029659362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/05/against-all-winks.html' title='Against all winks'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-2178012577539129449</id><published>2009-05-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:35:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping this blog alive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Left out, deserted.. Talking about my blog, I wanna keep it alive and now here I am updating it with another post. I'll try to talk as much as possible about my days. Glad that I passed my driving test, it was on the 30th of last month. Gotta take my license on the 6th of this month. My buddies told me that is quite long cuz, usually, it'll only take about a couple of days to collect the license after the driving test. The least it could go that my friends mentioned is only a day or two. But i gotta wait for about a week for it. Well, I don't mind though. Honestly, I yet not have the confidence to bring my mum's Mazda around. (i don't know if this feeling is quite common for first time drivers) I think the car is quite 'long'. Cut the crap. Not gonna talk more about it. Dang! Ok ok.. maybe I'll stop here for tonight. Liverpool's match is on! Liverpool vs. Newcastle. hahah. Alright. Chao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-2178012577539129449?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/2178012577539129449/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=2178012577539129449' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2178012577539129449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2178012577539129449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeping-this-blog-alive.html' title='Keeping this blog alive..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5180025198499970823</id><published>2009-04-10T18:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:00:43.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salad Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's the word that is defined as 'to have mixed feelings'? I'm just too lazy to get the dictionary even though I should've used as I'm a 6th form student. But anyways! For my Fridays, today is for sure one of those which is different for me. My elder 'took off' to Temburong today. Organised by UBD. He and his buddies is gonna stay there for 3 days 2 nights. Which is kinda cool. But that don't really make my day different. He is going out there doing what he wants. xD Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played bowling with my dad at Utama Bowling. I seldom play bowling and it is sure a fun thing to do. Bowling on Friday morning. We were there for about an hour. Played 4 sets, and I won 2 of it. xP pr&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/USER/Documents/Bluetooth%20Exchange%20Folder/09012009_004.jpg" alt="" /&gt;etty good for an amateur bowler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j6t7It_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N-tqAtPCC6o/s1600-h/10042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j6t7It_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N-tqAtPCC6o/s320/10042009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012776242231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Way to go, dad! ehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j6_gLKWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HnziwsPHKQ4/s1600-h/10042009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j6_gLKWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/HnziwsPHKQ4/s320/10042009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012780960983394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mine is 'M'. Proudly, I took the lead! That's a 9 and a 'spare'.Trust me, at the end of this set, I got a strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j7ZQ57xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z0tYQ5zWc8E/s1600-h/10042009_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j7ZQ57xI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z0tYQ5zWc8E/s320/10042009_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012787876261650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lane to bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j71n-vcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8xdDarls0Fo/s1600-h/10042009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j71n-vcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8xdDarls0Fo/s320/10042009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012795489238466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, me and the size 8 bowling ball. My hand hurts until now.. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's about the bowling the morning part of my day. I know you wouldn't care much but I feel like telling about it. The rest of the day? I was really exhausted. I don't have much energy. I was weak. Had my 1 hour nap and it wasn't enough. The result was, I couldn't turn the steering wheel that much. That really made me to force myself. Totally not in the mood to be in the car. Back home, with a good heart, I opened my bag and take my Geography notes. Read about it but nothing went in to my brain. It was as if I'm reading a blank paper. How can you read a blank paper? No no.. How can you not read papers with words in it? Unless you don't know your letters or blind. I'm still weak right now. Wish I could have the smile I'm looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about this girl that got my number how her smile would make me feel. I haven't met her before. A friend of mine gave her my number and now, she's texting with me. I don't mind, I mean..why not? Meet someone new and see how it'll go. Talking about smiles..(this is something else..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmate, (i only got to realise that she is in one of my classes when I met her at  FB) in which I finally found her around the school. I wouldn't know that she is my classmate if she didn't mention our subject. And I wouldn't know that she is one of the student at the same school if she didn't recognise me at Facebook. Cut the crap! now, The story-telling! I was walking to the administration office at my school when I finally, saw her. I think I got my eyes stucked on her for quite awhile that made me smile by myself. In mind, I had this thought of "oohh.. so this is the person.." and I smiled. Guess what? I bet you all knew it, she smiled back to me. OMG. Is my smile too obvious? I didn't expect her to smile back at me. But since I got a positive response to it, I smiled back at her and she did it again! It was a warm smile just enough to say a silent hello. Oh God.. She looked so innocent~ sweet~ just the right 'amount' to make me go crazy for 5 minutes. xP but I think I'm a fool sometimes.. Now its about 5 girls (or more..) that can make me go crazy just with their smile. Am I a playa or something? This is a sickness and needs serious treatment! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5180025198499970823?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5180025198499970823/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5180025198499970823' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5180025198499970823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5180025198499970823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/04/salad-post.html' title='Salad Post'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd8j6t7It_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/N-tqAtPCC6o/s72-c/10042009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6971469312144374882</id><published>2009-04-09T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:14:32.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Great Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As an MPP before at my school, today we had a ceremony which also includes the introduction and election of new batch of MPP/BP. As usual, it's a day before any big events, we all have this great stress. Doing videos, presentations, picture editing, and even setting up equipments. On first thought, I was excited to know that it's within this month that we will step down. But it turned out different for me as on the day of event itself. I was shaking, nervous and in fact, hard to get myself on to the stage with excitement. Gonna miss so much those days we worked so hard together. If I'm gonna think about it again, all those time we sacrificed so much, it was worth it. The teachers said that they have never seen such team with such teamwork and willingness. I would love to say thanks to them for recognising and appreciating most of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so interesting today was I got to know the fact that our teacher - who had been supervising - the MPP/BP actually got so emotional when each of us got the certificates. She,in fact, cried about it. There's no need to hide eventhough I wasn't there till the end of the ceremony. I must say that I was touched by it. ehe. She really did mean her words she kept telling us all. "You're all so far the best batch of MPP/Bp" But yea, how can you not be proud for it? We proudly served the school. It has been an amazing experience. There's so much to talk about and I never knew it's gonna be that emotional. I wish I was there till the end of the event. =) *two thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be there till the end cuz me and my other Mpp buddies got an appointment with RTB. We had this recording session for a show called 'Boys Vs. Girls'. It's a tv programme where two groups (boys and girls) are separated on to sides of the stage. A topic of discussion is given and we are to give opinions about it. It was cool and we recorded for 2 episodes. I wonder when is it gonna be on air but I would love to watch it. on the 13th episode, I forgot my lines a lil bit but since it was a very spontaneous show, I could still carry on with it. I wanna watch it! If only I could get a copy of it -_-". Anyways, here are some of the pictures Ambrose took. Credits to him. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I2o4d-wI/AAAAAAAAANs/9fxgk-isv5c/s1600-h/RTB09052009%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I2o4d-wI/AAAAAAAAANs/9fxgk-isv5c/s320/RTB09052009%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322631175634549506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I3cQrSxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jp0BfK-05zg/s1600-h/RTB09052009%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I3cQrSxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jp0BfK-05zg/s320/RTB09052009%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322631189426293522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I3mNIqjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jgGDV1Cy8tI/s1600-h/RTB09052009%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I3mNIqjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jgGDV1Cy8tI/s320/RTB09052009%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322631192095795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I4BenjSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F-TL-VbuDWM/s1600-h/RTB09052009%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I4BenjSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F-TL-VbuDWM/s320/RTB09052009%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322631199416880418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I4RT5LbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VvcB-58U_3Y/s1600-h/RTB09052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I4RT5LbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VvcB-58U_3Y/s320/RTB09052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322631203666865586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6971469312144374882?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6971469312144374882/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6971469312144374882' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6971469312144374882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6971469312144374882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-great-events.html' title='Day of Great Events'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sd3I2o4d-wI/AAAAAAAAANs/9fxgk-isv5c/s72-c/RTB09052009%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4795129784088872633</id><published>2009-04-02T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:49:23.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mates For A Crucial Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 ain't just the year I should be goofing as much as before. I felt like I did goof too much. Still in doubt of when I'm gonna get back to my senses to aware me that this year is gonna be an important year. The 'A' levels are coming and it's gonna come and appear right in front of me without any warnings or signs. Well, except we were informed of the exam dates. If it ain't about the big exams, this year is really going good so far. I hang out much with my friends and that is really stress-free. (as in not getting the stress for free but in other words, totally away from stress for the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone is happy with their new mates. Here, I'm still wandering from where should I get one? HAHA! I am aware that getting new 'mate' isn't like going to a store and buying a much-more comfortable pair of socks. Lucks seem to turn on to my friends and they are happy about it. "I don't know who she is but someone gave me her number", "I found this note on my windvisor and said she's interested". I faced that before though.. Walked into the canteen area with a good heart to find my mate when this unknown girl kindly stopped me and asked "ada number?". With a weird expression I said "aa..ada.kenapa?". Then, she said that she was just asking on behalf of her friend. So I was like, "okay..kawan mu ne yang mana satu ah?". She kindly pointed to the table just behind her. There I saw two girls and one of them turned out to be hot and way to good to be a friend (in fact she turned out to be that type of girl I like to crap-talk with. HAHA) and she was standing. I kinda smiled at her and quickly turned to her friend. Her friend told me,"yea..the one yang berdiri". I didn't pause for long and immediately asked for a pen and a paper. I wrote down my name and my number. Too bad I didn't ask for her name. Damn! but it's okay.. because that was the first time a girl ever asked for my number personally (eventhough she got her friend on her behalf). Not to mention how it felt like to ask for her name. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-4795129784088872633?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4795129784088872633/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4795129784088872633' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4795129784088872633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4795129784088872633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-mates-for-crucial-year.html' title='New Mates For A Crucial Year?'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-972771227015720879</id><published>2009-03-31T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:12:16.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st B'day Post For The Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SdH5yI4GivI/AAAAAAAAANk/83eDIzY2EVM/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319307274672835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SdH5yI4GivI/AAAAAAAAANk/83eDIzY2EVM/s320/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I would like to take this opportunity on this evening to specially dedicate this to one of my best buddies around, Abdul Azim Bin Haji Brahim (proudly saying xD hahah..). I would like to wish you, Happy Birthday Ajem!! hahah! This is something to blog about and sure is one of those good days I had. Despite the fact that I had my Economics test in which I didn't really revise much. I'll try to make this post as if I just got 'tagged'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Name a person you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Abd. Azim Haji Brahim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Do you know when is his/her birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- That's the main reason I made this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. One word to describe him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- The Head. hahah. tau2 lah ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. State his best feature (no longer than a word per statement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Cheerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Humble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. 5 things that he/she has that you wish to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Very approachable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Reliable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Trustworthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Always having in mind great topics to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Knows pretty much everyone around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. If he/she is reading this, what would you like to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- BIRTHDAY BOY!! hahah! malasku kan alek2 cakap "bila lagi belanja?" sal byk dah urg pkai msg atu. xD orait yo. May Allah bless you and wish you best of luck for your future. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, that's it for my very own 'tagged' questions about my buddy. See ya around at school. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-972771227015720879?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/972771227015720879/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=972771227015720879' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/972771227015720879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/972771227015720879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-bday-post-for-blog.html' title='1st B&apos;day Post For The Blog'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SdH5yI4GivI/AAAAAAAAANk/83eDIzY2EVM/s72-c/IMG_0178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5479561345555449692</id><published>2009-03-20T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:40:22.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My tendency to yawn when I'm typing post to my blog. Wonder no longer because I always blog late in the night and 9.25 ain't so late. Well, I had my jog today with some of my friends. Ajiz, Aimran and Azim. We headed down to Jubli Beach and Ajiz parked his pickup there. Jogged our way to a small jogging area nearby. We just basically trained ourselves on jogging and running. It wasn't an intense one..Yet. Might be having another one on this Sunday. Sherman really spoiled my mood when he texted me to do an 'assignment' instead of jogging. Well, CRAP THAT. This is my freaking holiday and please, I'm not born to cope with stress all around me. xP That's why you heard people say 'Happy Holidays'. HAPPY HOLIDAYS. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5479561345555449692?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5479561345555449692/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5479561345555449692' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5479561345555449692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5479561345555449692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-2164711174563893366</id><published>2009-03-19T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:13:31.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smiles, giggles, laughters even bunch of hits and slaps to my shoulder whenever I teased, made sarcastic jokes to this friend of mine. What could go wrong if there's a happy environment? I mean, I was born to fit into it and I try to be that individual who could just reveal that unity and happy sort-of surrounding. Maybe it is my weakness of being unable to think that straight whenever I'm stressed. Sabotage me if they want me to be crazy. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare to say I'm guilty whenever I know I had done a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The problem is that, since I have this mind-set to 'do anything I want as long as it won't be for any bad intentions', I found myself always gone beyond that 'aim'. Never once I look myself as an innocent. Crap. To be honest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;none of what I did I feel innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just whenever I'm doing things, I'm always like 'what are you doing? what are you doing?'. How did I solve that? "It's fine, I'm doing fine. There's nothing wrong". Me, in confusion? There are symptoms. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all, I wish you all are close to me as a good guy. If it's for the fact that I '&lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;' like a good guy and '&lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt;' like I can be trusted, get to know me well and you'll judge if I can be considered and deserved to be known as a good friend. But I really mean it when I say whatever I did was never for bad intentions and I always wish I am a good guy to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-2164711174563893366?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/2164711174563893366/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=2164711174563893366' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2164711174563893366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2164711174563893366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-9007122862465956107</id><published>2009-03-17T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:37:06.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wasai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labi'/><title type='text'>Easing mind, Labi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Days just before the holidays, how can it be so stressful? There's so much to do. Yesterday, it was on Monday when my works were mostly due on that day. And none of it was even done. Homeworks include Geography notes, finishing Business Studies past year paper, Economics homework. Dang it. It was totally not my day at all. Being a stressful guy isn't who I am. I prefer to relax more and be cool on whatever is gonna happen. But too bad I didn't cool myself on that day. Huh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I did have a fun time when I joined the trip to Labi organised by Cikgu Emisa. I must say only bits part of the trip I can relate to Economics and the remaining part of it was fun. xD Took videos and pictures with my handphone. We went to the Labi Padi field. Never been to Padi field before, so maybe that was the fun part. I was so new to it and it was my first visit on the field. No, I didn't do any ploughing or harvesting. But Pijah did! She got the chance to ride the harvesting machine. hehe.. I wonder if that also needs the driving license to be legal to drive that thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another place we had visited was the Wasai Qadir. It's something like a recreational park. A place to chill and relax. Walk around. I love dipping my legs into the stream. Very cool~ So, here it is, our pictures when we were at Labi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314079668531544866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bath Tub shot" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTabywyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uD0d-JT1mV4/s320/15032009_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314079669816968834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Sahrul, Hamdi, Ameng &amp; me" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTfOQxoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fvi_fjNehfU/s320/15032009_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314079666902379106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Coolest Ride" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTUXXqmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Mt_EmttATcI/s320/15032009_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314079673596494082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTtTXwQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/uMDcV5yBKws/s320/15032009_028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081696254389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9pJcSl7GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R63dxGuuBMY/s320/15032009_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081702725679330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9pJ0Zd-OI/AAAAAAAAANM/qiv8isd8CnI/s320/15032009_039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081705326170882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9pJ-FeUwI/AAAAAAAAANE/P5-kfT4jCOw/s320/15032009_040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081704688769090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9pJ7tgWEI/AAAAAAAAANU/xjKxg8CmEMI/s320/15032009_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314081709112187602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9pKMMIWtI/AAAAAAAAANc/WTpMN-6RYQE/s320/15032009_035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314079663518679986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTHwog7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/l6GqSedam_0/s320/15032009_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the pictures I took. I'm too lazy to include the pictures that some of my friends took. But hey, I'll get it soon!! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for today, my Geography didn't go well. It was too brief. Well, Joannes got it much more brief than my group's presentation. Our cute-cute teacher, Mrs. Winnie recorded our presentation and I wonder how it looks like. heheh.. I'll be asking for it next time. It was me and Hafiz Rahman. Hafiz! The birthday boy!! Hahah! You're 19 and for God sake, you stopped growing? For a 19-year old guy, according to other's point of view, he looks so immature. Only by looks though, but still as crazy. God bless ya, dude. Membual tah banyak-banyak, beguna tu nanti untuk essay test geo. muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-9007122862465956107?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/9007122862465956107/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=9007122862465956107' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/9007122862465956107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/9007122862465956107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/easing-mind-labi.html' title='Easing mind, Labi'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/Sb9nTabywyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uD0d-JT1mV4/s72-c/15032009_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5870109760253264677</id><published>2009-03-12T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:58:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far by sight, near by heart. Eseh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being the guy who would only be able to 'stalk' or just see from far can be hurting too. If it is to be explained, I wonder how long can I type about it but really, maybe I should tell something how I felt being in this situation. No, it ain't about being a fan of someone famous, a star or an artiste. I am a fan of a Malaysian Pop Queen, Datuk Siti Nurhaliza. Honestly, I did keep quite a lot of her posters from different entertainment mags. I was like "okeh.. ani lawa". Made a collection of it. hehe.. I may be a rocker but still can be that Pop-ice guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wanna say a bit of how it felt like to be that silent guy with hope. In fact high hopes and somehow made us think "come on, there's no way I can get close to her". I had gone through this situation and yes, to us, considered as 'the victim' of this situation, we felt like we're so embarassed. There is difference between embarassment and shy-ness. Being the guy who could just watch someone you admire from distant and hide whenever they're close, i must say that's when we get shy. Consider not I'm provoking, but really it is true and must say, I would do the same thing if I was 'the guy'. If only I could just hit 'rewind' and watch what I did when someone I really admire so much get close to me, just anything which is next to me, from doors to stools. I could just run and hide behind the stool just to prevent the 'admired' from seeing our face. xD And bro, I understand. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Play it cool? It sounds easy. Someone would just say "you don't really have to hide, just take it cool". Mark his words and see what will he do if the admired come close to him. I kept telling myself before. Just relax and take it cool. Oh yea, acting cool? No problemo. BUT only God knows how 'embarassed' the person is when he is able to face her. Again, this may sound simple but it works for me. You won't make it through unless you show your guts and face it! hehe. Hey, I'm not as experienced as anyone out there but I'm just saying it really works. x) This really got me to giggle for sometime. So, this is how it looks like. For all this time, I was the victim of the sweet funny scene. This just don't apply onto 'being the guy who can only watch their admired one from far' situation. It can be any something like...facing the Geography random essay test. -_-" oh God..I wonder how did I do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5870109760253264677?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5870109760253264677/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5870109760253264677' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5870109760253264677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5870109760253264677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/far-by-sight-near-by-heart-eseh.html' title='Far by sight, near by heart. Eseh~'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1886030793132432611</id><published>2009-03-12T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:41:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after last night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be holdin' dem wheels yow! Tomorrow will be my first night (bukannya malam pertama yang cematu2) to attend the law class. Law as in road rules. Ok, the law just doesn't sound right. But you'll get it. Hope to be on road and able to drive carefully. Some drivers can just be so ignorant and may trouble others more out there. To tell ya all, I've never driven a car around on road and anywhere around my home area. Exclude the Go Kart at the Jerudong Park. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day of mine I spent hanging out my best buddies at Jubli Beach. It was at least something when we just relaxed ourselves there. Nothing but the breeze, jokes and laughters with my buddies. It was at the right time. I just done my geo essay test and it was a very stressful one. I 'played' it cool and see how worthy was my effort. Can't say it was my best. If it really was at my best, I would've study since month one before today's test and get through it like walking on puddle on the road. (the metaphore..wth?) Had our lunch at Ayamku. I was kinda lucky cuz they gave me like half of a chicken for a $2.80 nasi lemak. Too bad the 'spoilt' part being in the restaurant was the cashier sounded rude when she said "sudah jua ku kata nada yang boneless". In my mind I was like "why the hell did she say that?". Come on, we pay for the food, is that what we get in return? That didn't sounded welcoming. If you hated your job, get the hell out and apply to take in charge of the whole company! Wouldn't it be better if you could just repeat it kindly if we didn't get what you said? Well, I should've pretended that we're deaf. Manners!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just before we had our lunch, we did pay a visit to a friend at the hospital. Hey, you'll be taken care and you won't be that long over there. Get well soon, friend! ehe.. You got yourself bunch of good caring friends out there and over here. We're doctors, only we don't need to have any certificates to show we are actually doctors.Just kidding~ Just get well, right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1886030793132432611?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1886030793132432611/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1886030793132432611' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1886030793132432611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1886030793132432611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-after-last-night.html' title='The Day after last night..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-8249365739616256369</id><published>2009-03-08T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:34:01.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThaT SmiLe.. Heaven..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"very lovely.a 'smiling' friend to me, now i got d chance to talk to her a lil bit longer.yes..its just this feeling i missed so much.having tat chat i used to have back then.this is so much of a relief to me. like i always mention, i can rarely feel this thing whenever anyone smiled at me. and this is d 1 i'm looking for." I actually did a mini blog using my handphone. Typed it in while waiting for my turn to trim my hair. This will be that another post I'm gonna mumble about this smile my friend (and obviously a girl) gave me. Again, I felt this "OMG.. when can I have more of that?" feeling. Seriously. It will somehow put me in the situation where I promised myself to come back for more. And yes, I'm addicted to it. I got so good in taking it cool, I always turn to her, smile for once, got this 'lovely' smiling response, and got back to where I'm from. I can be just talking to my friend when she will pass in front of me and smile. That's when the time I will smile and continue my conversation with my friend beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"eh, apa tah geo mu tadi? essay ah? okay?". Then saw her in front of me. Waving. Smiling. Smile back at her while my friend was replying to my question and then.. "nah..tantu cukup 2 page essay mu. aku 1 page saja ah" ..I continued my conversation with my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you might be wondering why I did that paragraph full of crap but that's how I feel. My mind was just focusing at 1 particular heavenly thing. That smile! I better not be hoping for it. No high hopes! but somehow.. I need more of that. xD Smile ain't cheap. It's priceless. It's free. Since it's free, I want more of that from you. If only that was totally for 'ME'. ehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-8249365739616256369?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/8249365739616256369/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=8249365739616256369' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8249365739616256369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8249365739616256369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-smile-heaven.html' title='ThaT SmiLe.. Heaven..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-2381229932927886060</id><published>2009-03-07T20:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:21:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics of 2 days Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ_k2eBdjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GBrYf2YYxag/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310447181696693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ_k2eBdjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GBrYf2YYxag/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ajiz delivering his words to the late-comers. As obvious as their handkerchieves/red tags, they were the Punishers of the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ91_tg5PI/AAAAAAAAAME/UWQui1YkKIc/s1600-h/IMG_2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310445277212108018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ91_tg5PI/AAAAAAAAAME/UWQui1YkKIc/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharinah, Ajiz, Dullah, me &amp;amp; Sahrul at the MC table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ8OejLhII/AAAAAAAAAL8/o2Ii-cg67eo/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310443498783868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ8OejLhII/AAAAAAAAAL8/o2Ii-cg67eo/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got an empty slot in our morning programme. So Ajem and Abang filled the slot by doing stand up comedy. Great work. It was damn spontaneous. "Sesi Raja Bual bersama Azim &amp;amp; Abang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ6NPX2v6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NuXth8jGIPc/s1600-h/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310441278506712994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ6NPX2v6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NuXth8jGIPc/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abang Saiful 'torturing' one of his group member. Penyaram koboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ4VIwi47I/AAAAAAAAALs/RL8ulOpXbPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310439215146918834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ4VIwi47I/AAAAAAAAALs/RL8ulOpXbPQ/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We present you.. The Juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJvhGbgi9I/AAAAAAAAALk/1VPFR9E1H5A/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429525075594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJvhGbgi9I/AAAAAAAAALk/1VPFR9E1H5A/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four of 18 Penyaram's (Penyaram is actually a traditional food in which was one of the group names during the orientation. xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJsS8bVIrI/AAAAAAAAALc/1W0_GVfqu7s/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310425983337439922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJsS8bVIrI/AAAAAAAAALc/1W0_GVfqu7s/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Media group concerntrating on work. (Chan was resisting himself from giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-2381229932927886060?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/2381229932927886060/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=2381229932927886060' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2381229932927886060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2381229932927886060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pics-of-2-days-orientation.html' title='Random Pics of 2 days Orientation'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SbJ_k2eBdjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GBrYf2YYxag/s72-c/IMG_1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-350982334044818763</id><published>2009-03-03T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:28:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am, blogging again. Just got back from school, being apart of the function. Me and Kok Siang took in charge of the Media part of the MC table. Playing music, videos and stuffs. Just glad to be able to make the audience giggle a bit to some of videos we made. That's my main intention, be able to enjoy and shake off that boredom than just keeping their eyes on the screen with one question in mind. "why am I here?". Things went well, it wasn't really perfect but everything went on according to plan. Eventhough there was a little bit of last minute changes due to request by Ajem 'Big Boss', teachers and even the juniors themselves. Hahah. The juniors, hey, they're just cool. Friendly mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got the chance to spin some of my juniors around blindfolded! :P I did this with Syafiqah in one of the classes. It was one of the 'tasks' in our very own 'SMSA Explorace'. It was funny to see them running around the school searching for the next clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to forget to mention the punishment made by The Punishers (Sahrul, Ameng and Ajiz). Ajiz is ofcourse the head for The Punishers. For now, I don't have their pictures and pictures of todays Orientation. I can't wait for tomorrow's. Hehe! I'll be posting our pictures on my next post soon. See you tomorrow juniors! (occupy the Canteen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-350982334044818763?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/350982334044818763/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=350982334044818763' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/350982334044818763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/350982334044818763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-day-of-orientation.html' title='2nd Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7559351022024554879</id><published>2009-02-23T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:09:16.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amazing experience I had for the whole one week. Gotta get up and stay awake as early as 4 am. Setting my alarm to 3.50 am wasn't the best part of my week. Shiver myself in the morning. Being so lazy to turn on my water heater earlier in the morning. What? Expect me to get down to turn on the water pump and the water heater? No way. I'm way too sleepy to do that. It was most of the days, I skipped my dawn shower. How can I do that? Well, if the least I can do to take my shower is about 30 minutes in average, I just couldn't cut it short to 15 min. I gotta do my shaving, face washing, scrubbing, etc. Even pros can't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The stadium became a very memoriable place to me. Left and right, left and right. For the sunburn that I just got. xD. Cut story short, I'm on TV tonight! In Brunei Siuk! ahaha. Taken on last Thursday (if I'm not mistaken). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The question was, "How many colours are they in Brunei's flag?". The answer is pretty obvious. Even tourist wouldn't have to think longer. Ofcourse it's four. There it went. The speaker on behalf of all of us who joined the National Day march past was Abang Saiful. Lucky buddy to appear on t.v and got his name displayed on the screen. Hehe.. I only stood beside of the whole group. We won a laptop cooler pad, an 8 GB pendrive, a dictionary (what?..) and a calculator. I took the paper bag home. HAHA. Come on. There's some sentimental value (i can say..). I'll be like saying "I got this paper bag from a popular local tv show called Brunei Siuk, and it was fun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and my other 3 buddies checked in at Jeruton Hotel, Jerudong. I guess Ajiz planned to check in there so we don't really have to wake up that early for the march past. We checked in a day before the Big event. It was cool. Hanging out with the best buddies. What could be more better than that? ehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306316084128536146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SaPSXUxsVlI/AAAAAAAAALE/3_txtLhMpps/s320/23022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306317162674096850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="I got a nice view from up here but the heat was quite intense" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SaPTWGq_itI/AAAAAAAAALU/n9xEgeXze4c/s320/23022009_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another fun event I attended was Rynie Myra's birthday party. It was another crazy party. I was really having fun and it's been awhile since I haven't shaken my stress away. Danced..I didn't even know if it should be called as a 'dance' because I don't know how to dance but the point is, I was having much fun on that night. My childhood best friend, Haz1 was the M.C and the Dj. Well handled. Haha! That night I happened to be dancing crazily with a cool grandpa. Me, Nabil and Adam joined him. You may look old Cool Granny, but you do have a young inside. Me and my friends didn't really care about the music genre played. We danced to Hiphop, Rock, Trance, Techno, (not to exclude..) Joget, Dangdut and Traditional Malay. This picture below may not be us all dancing but my friends 'screaming' (less to singing) to the karaoke tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306316082762639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SaPSXPsCaaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-_5hNp83oZ4/s320/21022009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306316086595340594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="They sang Gadis Melayu but it sounded..weird :P" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SaPSXd90yTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YLuzYOAR3yk/s320/21022009_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, today.. I finally came back to school after a week off. With high hopes (despite the fact I needed longer sleep hours), I set the goal of the day is to be as attentive as I can be in all my classes. Geo, eco, Business Studies and GP. Too bad my friend told me a 'news flash' that there'll be a motivational talk at 8.30 am. Yes, I did hear bunch of yay's and yes's. But come on, can I just be off for the whole day?? -_-" well..it was 'compulsory' for the Pre-U students to attend the talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What can I expect from the talk? Well..okay.. I like the locally well-known lecturer, always appear on 'Rampai Pagi' and on radio 'Pelangi FM', Dr. Ee Ah Meng (I don't know if I spelled his name right..). Got some useful tips of how to motivate self towards studies. But hey..right.. the story went like this.. the lecturer asked the students for 4 volunteers on this one game he made. It was me, Khalaf, Alvin and Nabil. Cheers here and there, that was convincing. x) Told to go on stage and did a short warming-up session. OMG.. It was a lil embarassing but still cool tho.. We were asked, how many push-ups will we be able to do? Nabil mentioned 10, Alvin - 12, mine was 15 and Khalaf said 5. Four more volunteers were told to come up on stage to count on how many push ups we had done. It was so 'mind-blasting' that the song we did the push-up to was One Love by Blue. HAHA! what a painful 3 minutes. I managed to get 50 and I won the third price. A black booklet/organiser. hehe.. Khalaf managed to get 20. Well dude, that was a good effort for a big guy like you. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Text in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; was typed on 23rd February and in blue on &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;24th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7559351022024554879?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7559351022024554879/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7559351022024554879' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7559351022024554879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7559351022024554879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-days-post.html' title='2 Days Post'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SaPSXUxsVlI/AAAAAAAAALE/3_txtLhMpps/s72-c/23022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4424476339918414097</id><published>2009-02-16T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:09:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping For Stress Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still sober to not pull off my hair. As confident as how I wanna feel and how I wanna be, my day today just don't let me be that way. I heard complains from my own buddies that I'm always unsure of the things I wanna do. They're true about that and from it, I wanna change myself and make a difference for me and them. For now, I'm not going through as what some people call as 'hyper-tension' or super stress. Or whatever close to it. But I'm stress now. Trying to make things work. As others can see, I'm the type of guy who works best when I'm alone. Group work? I prefer to hear ideas of others, enhance it with my ideas. So, it'll be fair and everybody will be proud of it. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my group are assigned to do video tutorials for the coming big event. The Orientation! For me, it is the only time for my group to prove to others that the Media group could be better than others. It'll be our work to be played/projected on the wall. Everybody will see. Something like a Movie Premier. The Orientation is just about 2 weeks from now. And we're still unclear about the games that we're told to do the tutorial for. Just today, we were informed that the games suggested to be included in the orientation programme is not confirm yet!! Then why are we doing the job if the games are not even fixed? We're clear on two of the games but what about the others? And in the end, who is to be blamed for not doing the job done? Us. In fact, ME. Because I'm the Head of Media Group. It's for everything that I wanna say to them won't be believed. And nothing is really reasonable. No, I don't mean to rebel. But I just want the task ordered to me to be very clear. Yes, I'm a guy of precision and very detail. My Group is one big creative brain. But it all come to a point where it shouldn't be 'said and make it done'. Let's say 'said,clearify and make it done'. A little 'more' mercy for my sweatshop members. It's my job to task the members and show some progress. I'm feeling sorry and guilty for those who worked and sacrificed their time so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-4424476339918414097?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4424476339918414097/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4424476339918414097' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4424476339918414097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4424476339918414097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoping-for-stress-relief.html' title='Hoping For Stress Relief'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7662094911990683618</id><published>2009-02-14T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:51:14.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So-called V'day..but this one's in 2004.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 years. Fresh in mind. Just like it just happened last year. Almost every detail, I could still remember and that's the reason I could tell you all so much about my sweetest moments. So today's 14th of February. Valentine's Day. huh.. Assumed as the best day to show love to your partners. Or better known as on this day as 'Valentine'. I felt it before and not anymore I 'celebrate' this considered-to-be special day. Back then, I was so new to this 'love-relationship' thingy, the day that I knew that 14th February, I was so looking forward to it. And luckily, I didn't feel this on the next year (2005). I knew about this date from a book I used to read. Guess what..you're considered as 'sissy' or loser when you read this book. The book was "2002 ways to be romantic". Yea. It really is 'WTH'. That must be on your mind right now if you're reading this post. The book suggests 2002 unique ways to reveal your romance. I didn't remember on what number the fact told me about this date but it said something like "..Do this on Valentine's Day..", "14th of February..". So, it made me like "okay..so it's on the 14th..". I read the book everyday in my class. And I realised that was the most embarassing thing I ever done. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, I forgot to mention. In case you wanna know, this thing happened in 2004. Still the smart looking kid and maybe didn't even reach full puberty. hahah. Anyways.. So then I knew 14th Feb is a V'day (that's how they call in short), I brainstormed so much on what is to be done on this day. I remember, I texted her bestfriend on what should I do. She was pretty unsure but that's fine for me. :P And that actually made me think of a more unique way to express my love for her. Give her a gift? I couldn't do it. No budget! Damn.. I'm not really a direct-straight-to-the-point guy. But I prefer so much to give her clues on what I'm trying to show and tell. But if kept being that same type of guy, so till when I'm gonna be that way and make her wonder? What if she doesn't know what I'm trying to tell? So, before it's too late, I took myself back to the old-school way. Writting a love letter. Darn.. I didn't even know how and where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About two days before, I remembered that I asked her did she have any idea what's gonna happen on the 14th of February? She said "what is it?". I kept her in wonder and will tell her on the 14th itself. Cuz, I love to make surprises and I love to make her surprised. :P Right..back to the letter writing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started writing this letter. I was so into writting this letter, I felt like I was in another world. xD haha. This was my first time to write love letter. What should be in the love letter? Well, so much of confession was need to be done. So I wrote down my 'wishes' as she was my angel. ehe..and somewhere in the last paragraph of the letter, I gave her option. Yes or no. If she said no, I told her that my wishes will be only my sweet dreams and no way it is gonna be fulfilled. And of course, in the end I confessed that I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As on the 14th, OMG she didn't come to school. Why on this day?? Good thing my very best friend offered me help. He said "You want me to pass it to her?". Why not?hehe..So I did pass it to him and told him not to read the letter and I believed he didn't. x) . He passed it to her in the afternoon as he was in the same school with her in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then in the night, no I didn't remember what time it was but a message from 'heaven' I received. hehe. She told me that she loved the letter so much, it was sweetest letter she ever received (so far..). I told her, it was just like every love letter should be and I wondered what was the sweetest part. It actually was the part of the letter I took so much time writing. The Wishes! So..okay.That was the sweetest part but there was a part of the letter she didn't really understand. What was with the yes or no part of the letter? OMG. Does it mean that I have to explain to her that I was actually (and indirectly..) proposing her? AAHH!! Well, I gotta do it then. I explained to her that, I'm proposing her (this was embarassing..). She really love it when I have to confess. She told me.."I need some time to think about it,k?". I understood and she thanked me for the letter. Yes or No, neither of the choice was said. What can I do if she was still with her guy on that time? -_-" but at least I confessed so much to her. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, here's my artwork that I did back in 2004. x) I made it as the 'frontcover' of the letter. But I editted it with Adobe Photoshop Cs4 in a way that the words seen through the cover aren't shown. hehe. Content is CONFIDENTIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302572168789797746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The Letter" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SZaFSxSWq3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xi3jRhjTFco/s320/140204+final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7662094911990683618?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7662094911990683618/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7662094911990683618' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7662094911990683618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7662094911990683618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-called-vdaybut-this-ones-in-2004.html' title='So-called V&apos;day..but this one&apos;s in 2004.'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SZaFSxSWq3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Xi3jRhjTFco/s72-c/140204+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-9082765607116146826</id><published>2009-02-11T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:48:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't miss my walk with her today. Good thing my car was just behind hers when she was on her way to the school. How cute to see her wearing the safety belts. x) I didn't really realised that when my mum told me something like "kesian jua..", not that I wasn't so cared about it until I realised that that was actually her. So I was thinking, what a great way to start a day. If I didn't get to have my day right, at least I gotta start it in a lovely way. Will not care much on how it will go on next. I did my part starting the day off with an angel. hehe..But really, I did not do that to make up rumours or something else that might come 'unexpected'-ly. Sick of it! She's a girl who really can forget my worse of times and love being within her stress-free zone of influence. hehe..Friend, I don't know what you really do to make it work, but it really is working on me. All the time! Cute friend. She got this spark that'll sure make me smile eventhough she is just standing or sitting there doing nothing. My attention stuck on looking her face, there she goes. Make me smile. Again. OK. stop it..*cute friend*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed my Media Group meeting today. That was kinda disappointing for me because I made that meeting myself a day before. But I was one of the absentees. Dang it. Sorry, guys. I really wanted to brief you guys on the group's progress. It happened that I was needed to complete other long-time delayed work with my friends. It was just to update the other work of ours. Not completed it yet but there was some progress went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At about 5 pm, I went to school to play football. It wasn't that so tiring but in turn, that I'm having my headache right now. Too bad huh? Yea, it is. And I'm suffering. Well, I guess I'll be sleeping a lil earlier later, tryin to get myself some rest. Haven't taken my paracetamol yet. Maybe later.ehe..anyways, gtg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-9082765607116146826?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/9082765607116146826/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=9082765607116146826' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/9082765607116146826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/9082765607116146826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-day-today.html' title='My Day Today'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7973409105628770228</id><published>2009-02-08T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:52:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Circle of buddies around the table. Laughters. Jokes. Everything went well. In fact, there was no distraction. Much sweeter than any times I gone through before. Well, how lovely can it be to be able to hug the one you love. Great, this one's from the back. I even laid my head on shoulder of hers. Felt like I belong there. She didn't mind about it. We started to talk more. All around me started to get blurry. And now, only she was the clearest thing I could see. My attention and focus were all on her. The warmth, only I could feel. So many things I left ignored. Her voice. So soothing. My mind eased. I wish I could describe more by words for I felt that night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, at about 2.45 in the morning. I woke up. I can't believe I was actually still in bed!! ARGH!! Everything was so perfect. Ok, no wonder it was so perfect. Because it was only a dream. a SWEET one! Her wish "sweet dreams" she texted to me the night before, was granted. How I wish it wasn't just a sweet dream. I was hoping for that to happen even since I met her. I thought that night was my lucky night when my wish finally came true. uhh~ It was the sweetest dream ever. Somehow, I woke up as if I had a bad dream. How can I wake up in frustration? I wonder about it too. A sweet dream it was, why can't I be happy about it? Yea, as told. It was only a DREAM. -_-" Well, at least I was partly lucky for the night. I could only thank for her appearance. x) It's the last thing you do or the most you think about for the whole day are most probably to appear in your dreams at night. So,it is true. I guess I thought about it so much. Wish I could dream about it every night. xP wish me "sweet dreams".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7973409105628770228?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7973409105628770228/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7973409105628770228' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7973409105628770228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7973409105628770228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-dream.html' title='Real Dream'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-3722050525876151877</id><published>2009-02-05T15:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:14:34.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great experience it was. Wonder how much did it worth to be awake just to be there 'technically'. Sleepyhead of mine, I wouldn't mind. Never I thought as a waste for every ticks I kept myself up. What will I get back in return? Call me crazy for smiling when no one's around. I won't mind because I'm crazy from day one. For what I did, I never know how much would it mean to them. But all that matters to me is always the satisfaction I felt for being that someone to share their time with. Everyone around me are the one's who made my day more exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wouldn't dare to let every person I consider close and special to be alone. Either physically or at heart. Those tears they dropped for every touch to their torn heart. Anyone could at least stop it from bleeding much more. And always, I wanna be that person. Staying awake because you couldn't help it when he lost your trust, spend the whole night hoping the friend of yours to be fine, or just in need of a friend to keep you company when you couldn't get any sleep. None of this I call as distraction. How cool it was to get sleepy with something I love doing. Showing you that you're not alone. Be that friend who you can trust and lay your head on at the worst of your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not a psychic to know what's going on in your mind. None of my words I promise to bring up that spirit in you. All I know, I'm only an ordinary guy doing what a friend will always do. Be there. I couldn't get any closer but don't get too far. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-3722050525876151877?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/3722050525876151877/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=3722050525876151877' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3722050525876151877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3722050525876151877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/staying-awake.html' title='Staying Awake'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6617360112856586044</id><published>2009-02-02T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:45:00.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Bed (uh?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just before I head to my bed, just wanna post one. Wanna keep it updated. It's when I start to feel my days are getting better, another big task for my team come and will have the potential to wreck the coming days. The new batch of Pre U1 is coming and the registration starts this morning. It'll make the school look merrier but it's not for us for the time being. The MPPs and BPs especially. I wanna meet new friends and that'll be very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Infranet Media Group..we are expected to do lots of videos for the coming orientation. Both morning and afternoon sessions. Introduction, School Review, Instructional and trailer-like video are some of the expected videos to be made. That really recalled my last days of school term last year. It was so much stress to be handled and to be organised. Technical don't really make much difference to our work. Media's work is often needed before the event. While the Techs' work is on the event itself. How hard this could be? Really hard! It's like the core teams in 2008/2009 MPP/BP batch. I know it went the same as previous MPP/BP batches. But ours is much intensive than the previous batches. but I'm glad to know this is the last big event to be handled by us. Can't wait for the election of new batch. Yeap, suffering is for sure. Soon enough, there will be such thing as 'sweet time alone'. Not for now. But my stress' cooled for now. Thanks, buddies. =) Off to bed, I head!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6617360112856586044?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6617360112856586044/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6617360112856586044' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6617360112856586044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6617360112856586044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-bed-uh.html' title='Before I Bed (uh?)'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4644851788533421729</id><published>2009-02-02T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:51:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop-Dead Gorgeous?</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://feedahh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feedah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.When someone tagged you on this , don't get offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Post a picture(s) of yours that you think you are Drop-dead gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Copy/Paste all the five rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. On shout aloud, type "DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS" as much as you can if you think you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &amp;amp; Lastly, tagged your friends &amp;amp; notify them that they are tagged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298134078956809122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="eRr..It's not even a pinch of gorgeous" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SYbA38Scq6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7OzIoA_lAJM/s320/Picture00991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"DROP DEAD GORGEOUS"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p/s feeling weird.. xD )&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/2565275306598616428-4644851788533421729?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4644851788533421729/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4644851788533421729' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4644851788533421729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4644851788533421729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/02/drop-dead-gorgeous.html' title='Drop-Dead Gorgeous?'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SYbA38Scq6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7OzIoA_lAJM/s72-c/Picture00991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5976395538329634450</id><published>2009-01-30T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:05:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again..</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Za.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 10 : 29pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Lan (in short..obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters :  none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : 2. elder and lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : dunno oh. never cared about it.ehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height : 1.67m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Beverly Hills, KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : River only oo..with life jackets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : Examination room?yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart : Yeap. and still breaking some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : Don't remind me..isk..isk..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : I even stared at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : Yea. It automatically got deleted. Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : It's like a room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you : my laptop charger, CDs, textbooks and files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate : a purple candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had...Chicken pox : Yea, back then when I was in Primary 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : Getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : that's how it all started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : Yea. I love to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were...The last person you danced with : countless for crazy dancing. but Leena for slow dancing. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : Her.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : Hamzi kali! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : Totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick:  since last two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : ex-gf? nope. ex-fling, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : couldn't deny that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: none so far..i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing : It's small..well..kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted : wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now : Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : I think I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : Turtles.Yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on : Yeah. In the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now : Listening to P.O.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth : Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father : Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : Chocolates. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex : Sadly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : Anyone who I consider very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time : Kinda loud at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident : So so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yea..Schooling&lt;br /&gt;2) Growing up&lt;br /&gt;3) Be the good kid&lt;br /&gt;4) Memorise spelling english words&lt;br /&gt;5) scratching my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Help out family&lt;br /&gt;2)  Build a bigger mall than just the one we have currently at Gadong!&lt;br /&gt;3)  Invest in a football club (murah2 ja..Man U, Liverpool, Chelsea..u get it kan?)&lt;br /&gt;4)  The Africans will no longer suffer. xD Amin~&lt;br /&gt;5)  Ferrari not more than 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wonder a lot&lt;br /&gt;2) Listened to music too much&lt;br /&gt;3) Its whenever I open an educational book, I turn off.&lt;br /&gt;4) Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;5) Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I've lived/living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kem Semut, Temburong&lt;br /&gt;2) Hutan Simpan somewhere around Muara (maybe..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Seria&lt;br /&gt;4) Kampong Pandan&lt;br /&gt;5) Pengkalan Batu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 person to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leena&lt;br /&gt;2) Feedah&lt;br /&gt;3) Hazwan&lt;br /&gt;4) Azian&lt;br /&gt;5) Naz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5976395538329634450?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5976395538329634450/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5976395538329634450' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5976395538329634450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5976395538329634450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-3253802106004121887</id><published>2009-01-28T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:29:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehe..first of all I'd like to say thanks for the compliments. Appreciate it so much. That's when this blog come into use. I think I express better in typing or writting down what I feel. The feelings are somehow real but not so much of the scene I had been through. What I really mean is, I just realised, all along, the days I had gone through that I considered as 'sweetest' moments in my life was just another great scene in a studio set. Feeling it so passionately, said every words purely straight from heart and dropped tears when it became so emotional. No wonder I got the Best Actor Award back in my previous school. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it felt so real when I first fell for her. We talked, we get to know each other every single free time we had. I even concluded that she was the best I ever met and the only angel that everyone can see with their eyes. What could be more better than to see an angel landed on earth and get close to it. I got so much in denial when I thought that I wasted my 5 (supposed to be..) precious years. I'd love to tell and always tell her that I wish she could be better than who she was yesterday. It's whoever become better each day than he/she was yesterday is the one who will succeed in life. What's left in me is just scars everywhere around my heart. I could only bring it along wherever I go and hope that every scar you left me will teach me a lesson. Never one move of mine since the day you know me were meant to break and hurt you. For everything I had done for you, I filled it with hope to wake up from your everlasting so-called 'sweet' dreams. A game, a friend and a brother I am to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, my buddies who gave me advice, respect and thanking you is all I can give. It's whenever I lost my way, I keep wondering why would a friend keep guiding me. Yes, I am well aware that at least a friend will be there to keep me in track. But I couldn't feel more guilty as I keep taking the wrong turn. Salute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe..now I feel like posting lyrics into my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you forgive me again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard the words coming out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt that I would die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurt so much to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you look at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're not shouting anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're silently broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give anything nowto kill those words for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you were made for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I'll make you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How happy you make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't live this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you to survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you forgive me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-3253802106004121887?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/3253802106004121887/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=3253802106004121887' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3253802106004121887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3253802106004121887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive Me'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-39100309742104530</id><published>2009-01-27T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:28:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair In The Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is mind bugging. Am I doing this again just to feel and add up extra fun and challenges to my year? It'll be a big lie to say,"I don't know what I'm doing". Being the 'hair' in the soup. It's when you're enjoying the time of your life when some sort of curse come by to say hi. As observed, witnessed and got the front seat. I saw a lot of things. I tried to act cool but I still wonder if it's still obvious. And if you think I am bugging your life, I'd love to know. There's nothing much to hide and I understand just by the look but never I know what's your words within. Did I come at the wrong time? or should I just back off and just say "hey, what's going on?" everytime I see you and say no more than just that. I had been on his scene. I know what it feels and it happened exactly as how I ever experienced it before. So much of an ordinary guy I had been to get such an angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back then, I used to have such a hard time to hide whenever I'm in despair. Now, that I know how to hide, I fooled you all so much that by looks I'm more than fine and so over the past. I am feeling better but I couldn't get over the past. Friend, I didn't come to you just to see you frown. I just knew you and let us not to have bad impressions. Sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What if I was the 'angel'? I wonder how it feels to be you. Having the beauty that can keep us in amazement. Having the beauty to carry me away from myself. It's whenever you passed me by I hear nothing but your footsteps. Feel nothing but your presence. Sometimes I wish there could be another one but sometimes I wish they shouldn't be one. Why should you question how much you mean to me? x) it was a silly question and pretty sure you're just asking me just to read another grandma bedtime story. ehe..No, I don't mind telling you another one if that's gonna pass your time and in need to have one unique story to read before your sleep. Just a role in your life I want to play. Only if you allow me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-39100309742104530?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/39100309742104530/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=39100309742104530' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/39100309742104530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/39100309742104530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-in-soup.html' title='Hair In The Soup'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6539555527236517994</id><published>2009-01-23T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:58:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute's Blogger Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXlnEpLE6YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MFlSQrRkRhQ/s1600-h/cute%27s_blogger_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294376166420179330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXlnEpLE6YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MFlSQrRkRhQ/s320/cute%27s_blogger_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peraturan untuk menerima award ini ialah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Copy badge "2008 Cute's 3logger Award" di atas untuk diletakkan di blog anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Link/ceritakan kembali siapa yang memberikan award ini kepada anda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Setiap blogger mesti menyatakan 10 fakta/hobi diri sendiri sebelum memilih penerima award seterusnya (anda di-tag).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have not taken my driving lessons YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heavy songs are my passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Not to forget, I love designing graphics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Loves ducks, penguins, kittens and turtles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Can be too precise at times.Takes sweet time &amp;amp; Slow.. (includes handing in homeworks, decision making and flirting..??hahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Plays football and guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 'Duck' is 1 way to identify which 'Lan' am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Hardly give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Dark blue, Crimson Red, White, Orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Don't eat vegies that much (except Chocolates, scientifically considered as vegetables, bah.. ehe..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Anda perlu memilih 10 penerima award seterusnya dan menyatakan nama mereka di blog anda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Niez/Rabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Leena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aziz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Beah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dahiyah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Haz1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nyrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sheeda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Jangan lupa melawat blog kawan anda dan meninggalkan komen yang menyatakan mereka telah di tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6539555527236517994?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6539555527236517994/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6539555527236517994' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6539555527236517994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6539555527236517994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/cutes-blogger-tag.html' title='Cute&apos;s Blogger Tag'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXlnEpLE6YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MFlSQrRkRhQ/s72-c/cute%27s_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-3628226553159966398</id><published>2009-01-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:38:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen test, Tag 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://lockheart72.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules:1. Tag 9 friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules:2. Choose your answer and leave your comment in a bracket for each&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Would you rather be blind or be deaf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Deaf (hope I get to see the truth and don't hear anymore lies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Leg (I can't lose these creative hands of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Would you rather become uglier or stupider?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Uglier (Chan's right. hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Would you rather be more rich or more attractive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- attractive (maybe I got to be choosen by some big modelling agency. YEOH~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Would you rather be blonde or brunette?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Blonde (because I wonder how would I look like with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Would you rather have a third eye in the middle of your head, or a horn in the middle of your head?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Horn in the middle of my head (You don't see any tri-lens specs for sell. and the reason is obvious when I say "I'm horny".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. Would you rather it be winter forever or summer forever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- summer (winter will rattle my bones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, would you rather it be sweet or salt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- sweet (had enough of salt in sweat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. If you could choose a super power, would you rather be able to fly or move objects?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Fly (Everyone can move objects. Human beings don't fly. I want!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. If you had to be an animal, would you rather live in the ocean or on the land?on the land? in the ocean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- On the land (you don't see ducks in the ocean,right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;next tag: Whoever who gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Lina is obviously a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Lina Loves Laughing (remember 3 L's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Her specs changed this year! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. She lives near the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. She's my classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. She speaks very fluent Bruneian for a chinese girl. ehe..ndang melayu jua bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. Did I mention she's a chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. Lina don't smile? Not a normal day for me. ehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. For sure is studying for tomorrow's Eco test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Lina Lockheart sounds catchy. xD hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about himself/herself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Mohammad Sahlan Safwan Bin Haji Suhaili is the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Call me Lan if you're too tired to call him by his REAL name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Birthdate 25th November 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Duck, Chicken, Goose, Cat are some of the animals my friends ever relate me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. My friends 'Quack' when they are in need to describe and tease me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. I can't swim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. Loves guitar but still in wonder if the guitar loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. Ain't allergic to but don't eat prawns. (not used to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. Can be very choosy and takes much time to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. A boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dahiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haz1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Niez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sheeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Teeqs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waney&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/2565275306598616428-3628226553159966398?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/3628226553159966398/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=3628226553159966398' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3628226553159966398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3628226553159966398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/screen-test-tag-1.html' title='Screen test, Tag 1'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7775072870275856088</id><published>2009-01-20T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:24:28.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories I stuff in Wallet. Pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't really remember how old is my wallet now. For sure until now, I never have changed my wallet to a new one just basically I'm not thinking of buying the new one. Gucci, LV. What about mine right now? Just a fake &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rasta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wallet&lt;/span&gt;. Despite that, it ain't just a place to keep my pocket money, I bring along my memories in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2003.. I could remember almost everything that happened on that year until now. 2003 onwards. Tears of joy, I first released it on this year. And I think that was the most weirdest and coolest that ever happened. Not anymore I feel like a kid. Never I had been so happy until I cried. The wallet really got so much in it with the old plastic taped letter I got. It ain't a love letter because in no way the content of it mentioned about love. Maybe it did mention something about she couldn't accept me because she met other guy (on which in that year, it turned out to be my own karate training partner). That was the year I could really feel to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the guy who sits in the front seat and watch the love story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The letter, it really is a miracle because until now, I'm still able to keep it. It doesn't look as good as how I received it. My wallet gone through the tough and sweet times with me. I don't read it everyday. I'd just read it once in a while because it gets me 'there' when I missed my sweet times so much. So stupid of me that I could just cry now just because I'm 'there'. How I missed the time when I came to school early morning as a very shy and quiet guy, and she just came to me and said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"can i have your phone number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Never thought that, a day after that, at about 7 pm, I'm done with my shower and there it rang. I kindly texted the unknown number and it turned out to be her. So happy like I just knew how it feels to be happy. I dropped my very first tear of joy. hehe.. a bad guy I was before for the past 4 years when we were in the Primary classes, and a sweet start for new friendship she gave me. It was on that night onwards, I started to appreciate friendship we are having. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Friendship is like a line. It has no end unless you put a 'stop' to it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2005.. I started to play pool. My handphone was always in my pocket, awaiting for SMS from sweet friend of mine. I was so 'virgin' in this love thingy, just by sms-ing with her, I felt like she was really in front of me and the pool game delayed so much just to finish my sms to her. $100 worth of hp credit I totally used it in less than 2 weeks. (the rate for sms was 10c/sms) You do the math cuz I don't want to. xD The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;checkered baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book I wrote, I treated it as a diary. Good thing she read it already. But the book weren't enough to tell what I felt about her. what I'm FEELING about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love pillow&lt;/span&gt;, is it still there with her? I wonder.. under a tight budget of $20, I tried to make it as sweet as possible. She is a girl with a high taste in everything. Clothing, food, drinks, guys and even birthday presents. What do I have? Back then in 2004, I could only buy her a a heart shaped pillow saying "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". I could still remember the smile on her face when she got it. =) ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7775072870275856088?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7775072870275856088/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7775072870275856088' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7775072870275856088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7775072870275856088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-i-stuff-in-wallet-pt1.html' title='Memories I stuff in Wallet. Pt.1'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7552134475437349512</id><published>2009-01-19T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:04:36.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday PES 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta keep my blog updated.n here i am. Back from the dead. hahah. Whatever. I wasn't so busy lately but lazy. Hope I'm still fine. Wait.. That's a stupid thing to say. "hope I'm still fine". I am me and I know what I'm feeling. And I'm feeling.. lazy~~.. I just got some of recent pics we did at school. Which was playing Pro Evolution Soccer 2009, at school. With Chan's laptop though. And again, the picture was taken with Haji Adi's camera! hahah. cool. Him and his camera. Two bestfriends. Adi, Canon. Adi, Canon. couldn't be more further. It's like his wife already. Hahaha! kidding bro. N hey, here goes. Whatever you see in these pictures are not recommended to be done at your school. Last Saturday, we came to school with the purpose of PLAYING GAME. We brought along our joysticks/controllers. I brought my USB PS1 joystick and Chan brought his wireless Xbox joystick. (apa jua controller ku kuno banar..bureng~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016649402307394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Great work from the MPPs! Chan &amp;amp; Ajem" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmVnaU0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/REE0a2Uzr9E/s400/saturday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016648339218386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Hafiz &amp;amp; Me.We ran out of pose so we got crazy.No.Hafiz got CraZy!!" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmRp839I/AAAAAAAAAI0/KMDZ1amoXgM/s400/saturday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016649291223698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Must be a great attempt from Chan.'what can i say?'" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmVM7UpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gf-9_ru2XKg/s400/saturday4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016652965711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Front seat to watch Liverpool vs Man.Utd" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmi4_kDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/57KwaDp8XvE/s400/saturday5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016653500115506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Now Saiful wanna take a closer look at the match.'kalau kalah shutdown saja bah'" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmk4Z6jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/j3K4b3c_Y7k/s400/saturday6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of these photos were taken on Saturday, 17th January. Credits to Haji Adi.&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/2565275306598616428-7552134475437349512?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7552134475437349512/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7552134475437349512' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7552134475437349512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7552134475437349512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-pes-2009.html' title='Saturday PES 2009'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SXSSmVnaU0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/REE0a2Uzr9E/s72-c/saturday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5414092861602044131</id><published>2009-01-12T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:22:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not my first time to see a sweet smile but I always have that feeling. How it makes me turn little more hyper than normally I should be. Just the smile that I see today and for sure it wasn't from just anyone I consider ordinary. It's always me and my old days. But I'm never sick of it. That really keeps me going. Especially, the smile that I just got today. It's just so extra-ordinary that I feel like blogging about it tonight. Was it because I had not have 'that' smile for awhile? I can say it's just a month ago that I got 'that' smile. My cool days couldn't get any colder. I know it ain't cool to compare with others but I must say, none, so far has ever give me that 'feeling' whenever they smile at me. But for this one? I can feel the difference but I can't say it. Because I really can't. As in, you gotta be Lan to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe..I just missed those times. If there is no word that could calm me, it's that smile is what I need. Once, I ever felt so embarassed. It was for every priceless jokes and lame words that I said to her, it was the smile she gave me in return. Back home, look in the mirror and I 'learn' how to smile. Improve my 'smiling' so that I can get that extra spark when we're gonna have some time together (back then! not now). Down the stairs I walked, said hi and there she went, the wave and the smile.. I'm so high about it, back home I texted her just to thank for the smile. And she didn't call me weird for it. hahah! cool~ Even the craziest guy wouldn't text for smile. Sure is I'm expecting another one soon...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5414092861602044131?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5414092861602044131/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5414092861602044131' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5414092861602044131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5414092861602044131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4572435595875880150</id><published>2009-01-12T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:09:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid, Lizard Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Days been cold lately. For sure it includes today. Lucky thing I got my sweaters on. The day should be much better if I didn't wake up with a blocked nose. I'm feeling better now tho.. x) Just love the breeze..breeze or wind? whatever it is, it cooled me so much I almost shivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a way to start a day with an unusual event. Waney got a lil shocked when she saw a lizard coming out of nowhere when she was doing her sweeping in the class. hehe.. It's normal. I got shocked too but I didn't jump my ass off the chair. Just a 'teenage' wall-lizard. Hate to see that stuff. That thing sticks and tickles! My situation was more different and good thing I took it cool. It happened somewhere last year.. I was in the canteen. Sitting down, talking with my buddies. My right leg was kinda tickling. I didn't wanna take a look, I thought it was just a thread of my pants. So I shook my legs. There it went. Out of pants, landed on my shoe and ran away. Dang it! I just brought a lizard with me? From where it came, I never know. At least I didn't shout and I was just on my sit, looking at the lizard as if it was my pet. Gross..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a First Aid Certificate giving event in the hall. The event started at 10.30 am. That event kinda spoilt cuz the VGA cables didn't work. We had to use Cikgu Emisa's cable. It didn't go as planned. For such a minor event, so much had happened. too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290329095353431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="D.R.A.B.C.D.E.F..eh?" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWsGSGl0dYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UpETkNx1MsE/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, getting my First Aid Certificate. I'm a First Aider! (not hoping for any casualties)&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/2565275306598616428-4572435595875880150?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4572435595875880150/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4572435595875880150' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4572435595875880150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4572435595875880150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-aid-lizard-day.html' title='First Aid, Lizard Day'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWsGSGl0dYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UpETkNx1MsE/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1000005654829571393</id><published>2009-01-10T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:43:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go RaiN, Go rAiN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think no further for the common things for today and yesterday. Just in case you don't know and lives 'beyond' Borneo, I'll keep it short and informative. Heavy rain. Straight for more than 3 hours. I hear nothing but splashes of raindrops. Beats my headphone filled with pleasant noises. I starting to miss the sun rays. The days been very cool lately. Today is really the day when airconditioner does not really come in to use to cool us. I keep asking myself, "Just to live the whole day under 23 degree celcius (estimation) has made me shiver so much, what would I feel to live in UK?". I never been there. Talking about UK, our school offered the students (us!) to join them for a trip to UK, in which one of the possible places to go is Stamford Bridge Stadium (a.k.a Chelsea Football Club's Stadium!). How cool is that? I know it must be very cool besides the temperature over there.. Too bad for most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here goes.. Two days ago, once I came home from school and I had a chat with my mum. Then, I told her, "there's this offer a trip to UK the school's organising". So my mum was like, do I wanna go? And it'll be cool if I could go there. I didn't say yes or no because after that I told her, it's damn costy and there's a lot that can be done with that kind of money than just spending it on me. B$3200!! WTH?! That's just the cost to pay up the tickets and stuff. Try to include my pocket money. Just in estimation, if I were to bring about B$300, I'll only have £100+? I wonder the cost for the stuffs over there. I still hope I could go there. AND too bad the closing date for the booking of the tickets is on this coming 12th January. "-_- hmmph..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I took some pictures with my handphone during the flood at Panaga. The ground there is quite low and nearby the beach. Not to mention the swamps. What's cool, I get to see some people did their fishing in the 'NO FISHING' area. 'Lovely'. But I didn't take the pic of it but this pics may help you in some way. Be Careful, drivers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672899493144546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="We are actually on road" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixeehMp-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hCf_voOZJBM/s400/banjir2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672893237555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="No signs of road" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixeHNv8II/AAAAAAAAAH8/W6kfDLljGHQ/s400/banjir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672904135250482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Finally..I can see the line" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixevz9kjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Yb5rfkteS_g/s400/banjir4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672903312987506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Look at the 'boats'" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixesv61XI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bhWKkPvrjXk/s400/banjir3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672902103795154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="keep moving..keep moving" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixeoPoBdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nWEtzTGPkQ4/s400/banjir5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1000005654829571393?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1000005654829571393/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1000005654829571393' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1000005654829571393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1000005654829571393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-rain-go-rain.html' title='go RaiN, Go rAiN'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWixeehMp-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hCf_voOZJBM/s72-c/banjir2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-8813814466526153908</id><published>2009-01-08T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:32:59.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By day it's Thursday</title><content type='html'>What happened today? Well, me and some of my media members attended SMSA Times meeting at our school of course discussing what is to be included for our next issue. I know you don't wanna know about it. Kinda distracting because the meeting was held on my PS (personal studies) period. I was tryin to relax and stuff when this meeting came to me, keep calling my name. hahah! whatever..Right, I left 2 pictures(dated 7th January) to be posted. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288943814798340994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Better not to sit with you all..isk isk.." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWYaYKYN84I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CTV8L5l_S3o/s400/tdroppic11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sahlan was not in a good mood when he sat down on tiles. Not to turn on his back. Looking away from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288945388468307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="BAH! BAH! Tani Geng!" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWYbzwwYCAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D0IU-5JWho0/s400/tdroppic12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then they suddenly tried to kick my head off my neck. I ducked down (like the one I saw in the news) avoiding those legs. Sadly, I know the kicks were intentional when I saw the smile on their faces, enjoyed my fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-8813814466526153908?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/8813814466526153908/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=8813814466526153908' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8813814466526153908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8813814466526153908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-day-its-thursday.html' title='By day it&apos;s Thursday'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWYaYKYN84I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CTV8L5l_S3o/s72-c/tdroppic11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-2557447335211858506</id><published>2009-01-07T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:18:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canteen Our Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More photos to be posted here. I know my blogs kinda empty for every average blog should be. Lots of words but little pictures posted. Well, I feel like posting the pictures now and maybe talk a little bit for every picture. The summarised one. Because you know what they say (maybe you don't know..), picture speaks thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These photos below were taken today before our we had our recess. Used Haji Adi's Canon EOS 450D. Cool camera! Alright. Just take a look at the pictures. It's kinda late now, so I don't think I'm gonna type much. Let the pictures do the talking. Only if you can hear them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554140628969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Finally, the last member arrive." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3-I-cZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EaAgdhNWeGo/s400/tdroppic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our entrance to the canteen area. That's Hamzi with his shirt tucked out. It's 2009! Tuck it in, buddy! Photo taken by Hafiz Rahman (a.k.a 'P') hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554144920469778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="We OWN this canteen" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3-Y9ngRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ILakTAXq1IE/s400/tdroppic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. Deadly pose by all of us. Canteenhood-ers. That's me at the back looking up. On the very left side of the pic, that's the owner of the camera. Haji Adi. hahah. Azim the Head, Aziz 'Ironman' Naim, and Abang Saiful in black. (not to forget Helmi Bahar on the low right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554151427760706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="I...k..know..what..y..you..did.." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3-xNE4kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CCoJuD75OK4/s400/tdroppic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imran. By the looks he showed in this picture..he loves reading. hahahah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554155436963874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Look beyond" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3_AI8eCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QMPUOW25DUU/s400/tdroppic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark Knight..with big tummy..heheh~ Abang Saiful,lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288554162964167234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="It takes Diesel to make this watch work" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3_cLkekI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LemZ-3XtvOM/s400/tdroppic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool watch. Something new to look at in the year 2009. Looks cool on Aziz. Will it look cool on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288557186882214082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Here's one shoe.." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS6vdJ0GMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fk0kqbVRPuI/s400/tdroppic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bata Shoe. (that's my leg and the reason I post this is because I took this picture). Pretty cool for a amateur photographer. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288557198547300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Wait! There's more!" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS6wIm_L4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kYwDdVdCyZY/s400/tdroppic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like I'm not the only one wearing the 'formal-looking' shoe. Abang proudly showed his 'Valentino'(the one with folded pants). Mine's in the lower centre of the pic..(do I have to list them down?). Ok, this circle of shoes are pretty girly for guys to do but we got crazy that we decide to do this. hahah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288557203099280962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Everybody got all their ten fingers?" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS6wZkQ5kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/C5t2rOp7FBU/s400/tdroppic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls usually do on maximum using two fingers each hand to create a 'friendship-circle' thingy..we did it with all of our fingers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288557208135239890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="We made a star.wow~ xD hahahah" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS6wsU7iNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SyX6C1wXdvU/s400/tdroppic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty girly..hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288557210601785746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="We'll be back.." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS6w1hACZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TR4yypTep_8/s400/tdroppic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it for now..I got more pictures to post. I'll be back..by tomorrow afternoon.&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/2565275306598616428-2557447335211858506?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/2557447335211858506/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=2557447335211858506' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2557447335211858506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2557447335211858506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/canteen-our-hood.html' title='Canteen Our Hood'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWS3-I-cZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EaAgdhNWeGo/s72-c/tdroppic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4503012968168112620</id><published>2009-01-06T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:54:35.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Today and A CooL bLog SiTe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo. Everybody talked about their first day of school in this new year. Well, I'm just gonna talk a lil bit of my 2nd day in school. Well, i didn't really feel much different. Pretty much the same. It's just that I know it's the year 2009 already. And I'm a 'senior' in the school! hahah! Stress is yet to come. I'm in Year 14th (they used to call it as Upper 6th Form). Just normal. Nothing special. Only, the MPP/BPs handled another event in the school (which I was in no way in a mood to work!). Come on, it's just 2 days of schooling, there's another event to run? Please.. Give me chance to enter my classes! xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, there's nothing much to say for today. I'm just blogging to keep my blog updated and for someone out there to read. I don't know who but I wanna see my blog to be updated too. ehe. Anyways, I went to this one cool as hell blog site. It's totally uncensored but hey, I respect whoever owns the blog site. He/She really tells (in a harsh but cool way) that everybody have their rights to say what they feel. Be more direct. Very direct! It is so far a blog site where there is so much hate going on. If there is to be a Hate-level. Out of ten, I'd give it 20. There is no reason to turn away from the truth and from facing reality. Damn offensive. Thumbs Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Found this site in Ainaa's hotmail personal message. Recommended by her I should say. Click here&gt; &lt;a href="http://thehatecolumn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Totally Fucked Up&lt;/a&gt;. (that's the blog's name) Pretty sure, just every sentence you read in the posts, you're gonna say something like "That's so true","Banar..Banar..". There are things around me that I hate and would love to express it out and have the same opinion as mine, and I found out that the author of the blog is pretty much having the same level of hate like mine (but the author still wins big time). Haha! whatever it is. Just pay a visit, get ready to offend or be offended. xD Enjoy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-4503012968168112620?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4503012968168112620/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4503012968168112620' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4503012968168112620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4503012968168112620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day-today-and-cool-blog-site.html' title='My Day Today and A CooL bLog SiTe.'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4558726700082996145</id><published>2009-01-04T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:26:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that I missed on previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can I miss their picture? Haha! Anyways, I just wanna make this post for the pictures I missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3nXbAD7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8sesLLtwQk/s1600-h/20122008(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287287111974653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Leena was challenged to propose Pipet in front of everybody." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3nXbAD7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8sesLLtwQk/s400/20122008(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's Leena in purple and Pipet (dua-dua sengih-sengih ah)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3neIBadI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7ArVICeqzxQ/s1600-h/obbd(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287287113774098898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Damang Sari!? Brabiz!!" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3neIBadI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7ArVICeqzxQ/s400/obbd(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damang Sari Team. Our last day attending the course at Temburong. (Outward Bound Brunei Darussalam). Missed those days. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3nINZePI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wrLGX_oEVfI/s1600-h/bomba+trip(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287287107891067122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="We just got dried from getting soaked" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3nINZePI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wrLGX_oEVfI/s400/bomba+trip(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courtesy of Abang Saiful. He's the one in the middle using my pose! Hahah! Nah~ This is our picture when we were at the Panaga Firestation. Faces in the picture are trained by professionals. HaHa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-4558726700082996145?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4558726700082996145/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4558726700082996145' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4558726700082996145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4558726700082996145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-that-i-missed-on-previous-post.html' title='Pictures that I missed on previous post'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SWA3nXbAD7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8sesLLtwQk/s72-c/20122008(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-8980767376565034552</id><published>2009-01-03T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:47:22.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are the photos I wanted to post last year.Give it a look. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287051508419366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="11th December 2008. Unusually huge and stiff for a bee." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hVbyHj6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/vnJgYfUNsDc/s400/11122008_002(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left : Amir, Jolibee &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287051502163276866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Malu-malu plang Jolibee ah." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hVEejNEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vKECDCQdLQ4/s400/11122008_001(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left : Mizan, Chan, Amir, Jolibee &amp;amp; Salleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hVlh5tXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rS7Gcn_N97o/s1600-h/20122008_001(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287051511035704690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="20th December 2008/Nyanyi lagu yang paling anda suka sekarang (duet pun buleh)" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hVlh5tXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rS7Gcn_N97o/s400/20122008_001(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My left pointing finger, Pjah, Silah. Hover the pic if you wanna know what the green note was written.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287051514961540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="They forgot to put the grill on." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hV0J5NNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SUr2cuXlWlc/s400/20122008_004(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet the Grill-ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052747088340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ajem (with the chicken), Cavan (staring Ajem's chicken) and Aziz (grilling the chicken)" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9idiL0JdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xNDlqRVuoDg/s400/20122008_008(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I would like to dedicate this to the souls of sacrificed chickens in heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052745280551458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="From left: Aziz, Abang, Ajem and Leena" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9idbczeiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ILy6AnDW-og/s400/20122008_006(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, too many helping hands is unneccesary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287051519397435890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Aaaa.." src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hWErfmfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GOk14xGDq00/s400/20122008_005(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it slow. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052748651564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="In loving memory" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9idoAhDBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MVd_jUXbTNo/s400/20122008_009(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first cooked chicken of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052750814522082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Coolest guy on the beach. Amir." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9idwENKuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZKb8Ulye7EE/s400/20122008_011(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teenage mutant ninja turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052754042317954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Target locked: Chan. Eh, wooden stick." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9id8FxbII/AAAAAAAAAFc/hTRiWWUd6XY/s400/20122008_012(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's a Nike Football, Chan and a wooden stick. Everybody was placing bets on this. All targets on stick. Chan was not the target, he was just the ballboy. Hit the target and win the bet OR hit Chan and get hit. (none of the bets were realised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-8980767376565034552?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/8980767376565034552/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=8980767376565034552' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8980767376565034552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8980767376565034552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-2008.html' title='December 2008'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV9hVbyHj6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/vnJgYfUNsDc/s72-c/11122008_002(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1292246301447515403</id><published>2009-01-03T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:26:37.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 Mumbles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday.It's 3rd of January. AH! Boring~ the school's gonna reopen in two days. So not ready for it. I haven't arranged my things for school. I wonder how stressful it's gonna be. Facing the 'A' Level examination. They say, if I got through this, nothing could be more harder. Pray for me, buddies. Still staying close to my buddies is for sure. 2008 had been a great year. Found new friends, work our sweats off most of our time at school. Handling school events. I could still remember how stressful it was to handle it. So much had to be done, and perfection was all we expected. Soon enough, my MPP position will be brought down to the new ones. I hope they could cope with the busy days gonna come. The power will be handed to you almost 100%. The teachers could only request for what they want. As long it is done. Can't wait for our last school event. The Orientation! Haha. We're not gonna bully them so much but we're still gonna do so! haha. Kidding, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's about the coming school days. Huh~ Nothing interesting happened so far for the day. Just the usuals. Me and my family just had our lunch at WyWy, KB. Chicken Chop with BBQ sauce and Milo Shake with Ice Cream. Simple ones. I just got a lil shock that my weight went up to 55.1 kg. I know that's the weight after my lunch but I'm proud to know that finally I got over 53 kg.Haha! that was my original weight last two years. I wonder how can I be lighter after that. Why am I talking about my weight? xP whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Either today or tomorrow. I'll be posting some of my moments (in jpeg format. eheh) in 2008. I was just browsing my gallery in my handphone. So, I was thinking "maybe I should post some of this pictures in blog". I don't feel like posting it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least I can say my today's sleep was a good one. Had a little chat with her. Nothing personal but hey, it's just been awhile since I haven't chat with her. Got back from her holiday. It was pretty late. It was about 12.30 a.m (midnight). Well, why wonder. It's holiday. Day or night. It's the same. Wish I could fly somewhere during the holidays. UK and beyond? the Pacific maybe? Mars? Crap. My holidays was just an ordinary one. The difference was only my one whole month was never - in any way - is related with school. Too bad I didn't remember what my homework I'm supposed to do. New Year, New Stuff! Homeworks in 2008 don't really exist in 2009. So, beat it! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1292246301447515403?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1292246301447515403/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1292246301447515403' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1292246301447515403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1292246301447515403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='My 2009 Mumbles.'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1034605453686866166</id><published>2008-12-31T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:06:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello again. Back and finally we got our own wireless Internet connection. x) Just last night, at about 8 pm, me and Hanis went to Syahmi's place. Had a barbecue. Love those sausages. Haha. I ate so much than usual. I went on eating even though I know I'm famished. Just trying to get myself a little more fatter. 53 kg. That's the max I can go. Must be dealing something with my enzymes. Whatever! No school matters in the holidays. It's just too bad the school's reopen is less than a week from now. Soon enough 2008, goodbye for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder what's gonna happen in 2009. Flying cars? 'Flying'  as in moving around without tyres and not 'flying' because of some explosion made by extremist. Windows new operating system Windows 7 (by rumours) will be release in the year 2010. What is taking them so long? 2009, I really hope for a big difference. A good one! Because I'm tired of going through the same average years. What made it different? Just numbers. What is the difference between the year 2007 and 2008? It's the number. I miss 2003 so much. Maturity year. Haha! Why? That was the year I just turned 'virgin'. It was my first time of everything. First year being in secondary level of studying, first time to ever feel the feeling of loneliness, to feel teen love, and lots more. 2009 better be a good year. Stressful is for sure because I'm gonna have my 'A' Level examination. Thy shall conquer thy fear, shall there be no obstacle to stop thy journey. xD We'll see about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later on, I'll be having another barbecue at my buddy's place. Afif. BBQ chicken is for sure the reason for me being there besides friendship. Chickens existence are meant to keep the humans alive. That's why chickens can't extinct. They sacrifice their lives for us. Even giving up their beloved in-the-egg kids to make cooking of omelette possible. wawawa. Anyways, I'll be typing more later. Got some layout editting has to be done. It's almost new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1034605453686866166?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1034605453686866166/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1034605453686866166' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1034605453686866166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1034605453686866166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-243916037862592395</id><published>2008-12-26T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:12:28.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT was 24th of December..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No,i'm not gonna talk about Christmas because I don't celebrate Christmas. No offence to my Christian friends. x) Hope you enjoyed your Christmas. Anyways, I'm pretty much gonna just let out what I felt during the 'less-than-a-minute' meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just the previous post, I talked much about my cute chinese best friend and the day we gonna meet. Well, 24th was the meet. Venued at OGDC, Seria. I came all the way from KB just to take my chance to see her. It's been awhile,friend. And of course,my main purpose. To give her the pink box which I wrapped with 'sincerity'. hahah.. I did a mini post in my handphone as soon as she went home after the meet. And this is what I typed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Exactly at 4. She came..I gotta tell ya, she looked gorgeous!! No, it wasn't the fact that we haven't met for a long time. But AHH!!! The meet was less than a minute. It was not even a 'meeting'. I faked it, I took it cool~ Why do you have to live so far away? But hey, I felt great. No, GREAT!! I didn't stomp my feet, I tapped. If it wasn't her hair appointment, I think she could stay for a while. I could just tear my lips by biting it. Aahh!!! Thanks, friend. You're never boring. And I'm never bored of you. You're my excitement. Today, specifically! xD She's so one in a million. There's no way I could hope for her 'duplicate'. Even if there is gonna be one, I'm taking the original."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I became a loner again for another hour. The day was fine. Windy, calm. Just the way I like it. haha. Nothing would be nicer than being alone in the park on a windy day listening to 'Bullet for My Valentine'. Hahah! I'm so not in the mood to listen to blues that time. Only I just felt a little weird when I saw two under-age girls stare me like I'm a mutant. Hello, I'm a human from a planet called Earth. Who are you and where are you from? :P kidding, buddies. Well, I got a game to play. I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-243916037862592395?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/243916037862592395/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=243916037862592395' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/243916037862592395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/243916037862592395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-24th-of-december.html' title='iT was 24th of December..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4200028915499957953</id><published>2008-12-23T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:43:16.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey again. First of all, I would just like to say to Lina, karang2 tah ku mbuat tag mu,batah dah ku nda blogging ane.hehe.. Okay now. Pretty much I'm just gonna summarise the things I had been doing the past few days. Well..I don't remember much what I done. I'll just recall what I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, cool. Got it. I guess it was just last Saturday. We had another picnic at the Jubli Beach at KB. This one was for the MPPs and the Prefects. Most didn't turn up but hey, it was still cool to hang out with them. Let me just paste one of the picture on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jubli.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="I looked miserable.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/jubli-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Credits to Khalaf (the one wearing the brown t-shirt).This picture was taken when most of us got back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Obviously, that's me in the Liverpool jersey (you should play harder when Arsenal's your victim). Syaf (konichiwa! haha), Sherman's at the back, Jaya in black, Cavan with his 'environmental-friendly' shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We really did a lot of fun stuffs when we were there but I guess I'm not so in the mood to list them down now. hehe.sorry guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was the next day, which was Sunday, pretty much like other days. Just being at home being the good boy. Not going anywhere but to cage myself in my 'dungeon'. Then, the night, I got an important game to watch. Liverpool versus Arsenal. O yea, two english football club monsters hitting the stadium. I didn't really watch it till the end. Because I was kinda busy chatting with my best friend! hahah. I'm so glad to see her online. She seldom go online. Midnight is only the best time to check. I don't know why but that's how it had been going since I knew her. Not really talking too much is who she is. That's fine. Hehe.. Our chat was a fun one. It was random and filled with jokes. And some of the words, at first I couldn't really get what she really wanted to tell me. But it turned out to be very sweet to me once she explained what she was trying to tell. We had a chat previously (maybe the last week), same time. It was at night. If you guys did read the 'Pink Box' post I posted before--I just wanna recall-- that box is a gift for her (for no occasion), just a gift of appreciation I guess and because we never met since the end of school term last year. We talked about the gift and I asked her when can I give to her because the gift is already been under my table for quite a while. She thought about it too and told me she had been dreaming about the Little Piggy doll that I was supposed to give her. It's just too bad we couldn't find a free time to meet. We talked longer and came up to the point where she really wonder why did I buy the 'Piglet' for her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I told her, something like "maybe for your birthday?" (I was chatting with her in this month,her birthday was 5 months ago). Then she told me, "Frens like u r extinct". Hehe..yea. It was a broken english conversation and you might think that she said a bad thing,negative statement. Keeping myself tryin' to be optimistic, I told her "hehe..u mean? I'm still alive la..". I'm an endangered species of friend. haha.. She then told me that, there aren't much more friends like me. Now I know what she was thinking. Why would a friend buy a gift for no occasion? Why would I ask her how was she doing everytime? We still talked a lot eventhough we're quite distant away. She's currently living in Bandar and I'm still the KB guy. Well, I just wanna show some appreciation though..we never met since the last school term of last year. Now we got the chance to meet (today! 24th Dec), she's not gonna go home empty-handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I never meant to take the conversation so seriously, I mean trying to make the chat a little more intimate/sweeter. I started to make up jokes, stories and stuff just to have something to talk about. She was the one who made me think in a way that "I wish I could have a partner like you". But NO! I respect the friendship. She got a boyfriend. The thing that made me so attracted to her was her birthdate. It was the same date as my ex-fling's. I made the right choice, she turned out to be my best friend now. haha.cool~ Back on Track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Somewhere in the conversation, my mind turned blank and I absolutely got anything much more to say but "what to do o?so boring now..". So this sweet friend of mind told me "haha..you never boring". She was actually trying to say "You're never boring". I've been friends with her for almost 3 years now and I understand the way she talks. I didn't even think that I was a very fun guy. I make jokes but I never know that she's gonna think that I'm that funny and really am a fun guy. She ever told me that she wished that her boyfriend could think as far as I do (she's back with her ex now.ehe..). I felt awesome. xD hehe.. She has been this same girl I used to know back in 2005. Hot-but-innocent looking, very loyal and sweet girl. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, this is the best part of the post. Last Monday (22nd), I went to The Mall with my family. It was ordinary but fun and I watched the movie 'Twilight'. Finally! Stop screaming if you're screaming for Cullen! It was on seat C8, I saw Ajem, the Head MPP was watching the movie too. Haha! His name deserve to be posted here cuz this is my blog and I gotta type in whatever had happened. hahah! Ok,cool. Gotta have my breakfast. Chiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those colours represent the different days I typed the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Orange - 22nd Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;green - 23rd Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby Blue - 24th Dec&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/2565275306598616428-4200028915499957953?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4200028915499957953/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4200028915499957953' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4200028915499957953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4200028915499957953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-post.html' title='3 days post'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-8462171148626360239</id><published>2008-12-17T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:10:13.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, gone for quite awhile. There's a lot to blog about now since there's an internet connection. I may have to spare the Temburong trip we had on the 9th. I'll blog about it as soon as I have our pictures. I don't even have one now.. uhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, I can talk a bit of what happened yesterday and lil bit of today. It was yesterday, I bought The Sims 2 'Platinum Edition' costing $12. Its quite costy for a pirated copy. I never had a 'Platinum' edition of Sims 2 copy. I was kinda surprised I gotta install some sort of driver into my computer, I was just following the given instructions given in the CD. And so, I did it. It was only in the middle of installing process of the driver (DAEMON Tool), the Blue Screen showed up. Hey,if a blue screen stating some words like '..system has to shut down..', it ain't a good thing. Even the guy from the Yappe shop said "Oh..The Blue Screen of death". I was going through one of my worst times ever. My laptop was corrupted! Damn that driver! I just paid $12 for disaster. Omg.. I was so damn pissed that time. My previous handphone was dead about a month ago. Then, my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, me and my father sent my laptop for RE-FORMAT (to Yappe shop in KB), which means, my laptop had to renew the operating system. I never knew the Blue Screen could be so deadly. I can't really expect myself to buy the original copy of every game everytime. The least I could pay for the originals is about $30 approximately. $20+ for lame games. I dare not to use much of my parents cash to buy everything I ever desired~~sorry Mum..Dad. Back to the Yappe shop scene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the computer guy asked me "What seems to be the problem?" (along with his computer-freak-ish accent). I answered "I was trying to install a driver for my game when this Blue screen showed up". He didn't really have a choice for me and concluded that..he gotta re-format my laptop. (damn...) Okay..but I got lucky when he asked me "Is there any 'important' document you want us to backup?". Oh yea! I wanna backup the school events pictures, my private pictures, my 2 GB worth of music files and most importantly, my Adobe Photoshop CS4!! Well..I didn't really say that but those were the files I wanna keep. Too bad he said, they had to remove all applications installed in my laptop's system because he gotta install the whole thing from scratch. NO!! my precious CS4...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About 5pm today, me and my family went out to fill up our empty tummies and to collect my laptop from the 'ICU'. It was cured and stuff. Good thing that computer guy backed up most of my files I saved in my laptop. Which means, I still have my PSCS4 installer!! Only I gotta crack it to full version all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While in KB town, a little cute 'incident' happened. It wasn't really an incident but unexpected. Wanna know what it was? Okay..get ready for some suspense..I got out from the computer servicing shop, kept walking to my dad's car. Opened the door, with my eyes still scoping the town when I saw Leena's cousin in a Tucson driving by. I wasn't so bothered at first. In mind, I was only like "Oh, it's her cousin.". Then the cute thing happened. Leena was at the backseat!! (apakan?? hahah) Hehe.. Now I know where those reflecting rays came from. hahah.. Smile and waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now,here's the new incident that did happened around my area. My mum and my elder bro told me they saw an accident involving a 4WD and a police car. That kinda scared me. Well, I'm gonna take my driving lessons in this month. As told by my mum, it was kinda clear that the accident was not the police's fault. I guess they were patrolling the area when the 4wheeler came and hit them out of nowhere. I know the driver's gonna say "I didn't see that car". Yea, if it wasn't for fast driving and in a rush like something was about explode, that wouldn't happen and the brakes will perform best when you drive at moderate speed. KB ain't a circuit. So hey, drive safely. You can't buy life with insurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways,do drop by and read a brief report on our OBBD Temburong Trip at Brunei Times. Click &lt;a href="http://www.bt.com.bn/en/home_news/2008/12/12/out_of_the_comfort_zone_into_the_jungle"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-8462171148626360239?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/8462171148626360239/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=8462171148626360239' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8462171148626360239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8462171148626360239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-screen.html' title='Blue Screen'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-8209875346468074572</id><published>2008-12-12T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:47:21.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tagged by Nazzie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rule 1 : People who have tagged must write their answers on their blog.Replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rule 2 : Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. Those people must state whoe they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Who is ur favourite soccer player?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the question says 'is',can i put more than one?one of them is Fernando Torres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger den you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind. If the girl's my type and very close to the one i'm looking for,why not? but NOT TOO YOUNG! not more than 2 years younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. What does friendship mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's very general. You can't really define it exactly. We need it this to face every new day. It's a close relation between us and our known individuals (better known as 'friends'). I hardly define this word. I can't expect myself to explain this the whole night in every aspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. What would I do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf..how in the world am i suppose to know what to do with it?i'd do so much with it.helping out my family to the max is totally not excluded. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well..If it's a girl. Then it's possible.hahah..been thru it. It was a mixture of sweet dreams and nightmare. Something that I don't really wanna go thru, but once I'm caught into it, I can't get out and addicted to it. ehe..I can count it as twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Favourite type of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All time favourite, totally hardore and heavy metal music. Rock on! and maybe some reggae and blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind giving her a little space to do what she wants,but for sure I'm gonna stick around with her and at least be her guardian angel. Do what I can, seeing her happy is all I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.Is there anything that has made you really happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesss..and it was the reason I scored a goal when I was playing street soccer today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.What makes you angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be complained for something I done at my very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. How do you see yourself in 10yrs time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirror?Lol..A professional graphic designer.hohoh~hope so.Nothing is impossible.ehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Who is currently the most important to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it has to be someone besides the members of my family,then I'm not so sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freedom..(apakan..hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13.Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Single but rich I guess. If I'm married but poor, I don't wanna suffer my wife so much. I know love is important and stuff. There are obstacles to get through. Being single and rich, I know I'll be lonely, but well..I'll try to find a way how money can make me happy.hahah.whatever it is,God knows best. I keep wishing I will be married and rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14.What is your favourite colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark colours. Black, Dark Blue, Crimson Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15.Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16.If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that sum1 has done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to forgive. I hardly asks anything in return. It's better to forgive and let them get a fresh-start rather than to despise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18.What do you want to tell the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't find another one that resembles you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Which countries would you want 2 go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dubai, France and Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 people I've tagged: Lina, Khalaf, Naz, Haz1, Feedah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-8209875346468074572?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/8209875346468074572/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=8209875346468074572' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8209875346468074572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/8209875346468074572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-lagi.html' title='Tag Lagi'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-3611143338661992318</id><published>2008-12-07T16:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:45.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog test, Tag Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagged by LiNa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RULES#1 Do the “Letter MEME”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 Copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog):I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realised it when/on __2__3__ and I saw you__4__5__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__.. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__11__. __12__.Love, (your name).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, __13__ (the name of person who tagged you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;-------&lt;-------&lt;-------&lt;-------&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Lina,I don’t really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert. I think I realised it when/on your dog ran amok in your closet and I saw you carve your intials into my best friend. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I’m returning your ring to you, but I’ll keep your collection of butterflies. You should also know that told in my confession about a new life as a clone. In pain. Love, Lan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, vain pot Lina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fish - In women’s clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. What’s the colour of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;House - Scared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over joyous - That I’m open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - How awful I’ve felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - Always thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. What is your favourite activity when hanging out with mates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gathering for drinks – Ugly pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foosball – Silly duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping – french kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indulging for food – Cranky banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movies – Smelly Armpits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snacks – Horny Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snooker – Tiny nipples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bowling – Sexy grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outdoor activities – Vain pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a long talk – Nose picker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking pictures – Dumb bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other – Burn yourself&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/2565275306598616428-3611143338661992318?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/3611143338661992318/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=3611143338661992318' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3611143338661992318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/3611143338661992318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-test-tag-two.html' title='Blog test, Tag Two!'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1980881370191929858</id><published>2008-12-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:34:09.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6/11/08&lt;/span&gt;.Crap..i failed to get my own copy of our trip to the Panaga Firestation photos. I am gonna get it soon enough..(as on as I get back from Belalong,Temburong Outward Bound activity..hello nature). I joined the trip for the second time and it was worth it. I had a lot of fun, pretty challenging activities and very wet. Soaked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We decided to call our group as 'Shin Chan' just because my friend, Chan was appointed as the leader of my team-building group. Cool huh..not to mention our secret group handshake. hehe.. What was much cooler, I get to be in the same group with this two cute chubby-cheeks girls. Just adorable. hehe..No offence if you know to who I'm mentioning this. And if you know I'm mentioning about 'you', accept the fact, you both are amazingly adorable. Sure thing that is a compliment from me. x) You got my full respect from me for not pinching those cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, the group consists of me, Chan, Afiq, Amal, Rynie, Leeyan and Fiqah. Our first activity was a stress-releasing and voice-losing activity. Fiqah had to shout against those intentionally-made distractions by the firefighters' shouts to guide Chan to find us. In which, all of us were blindfolded except the navigator (Fiqah). Me and other remaining members were scattered in the room. We get to sit down if we're found. Fiqah was losing her voice that time. The situation was noisy and stressful to my ears despite the fact I was blindfolded. (but i can still see light though..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second activity was entering the smoke house. No, the smoke was not a real one. It was just immitation of mist with odour. We get the chance to enter the house of Darkness~~ The place was dark and smokey. Hoho!! What made it cooler, we got to save 3 casualties (or dummies) and get out of that place. Well, me,Amal and Leeyan only had to wait outside for the casualties. Nice work by Chan and Afiq. Two men for 3 dummies. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The third one! hahah! I love this one. The whole of our group did the set up of an equipment called 'monitor'. It's some kind of equipment to squirt out water with strong pressure. Me and about 4 other members wait on the other side of the field (which is about 50m away from the monitor..is it?) and there we were ready with 2 big plastic blue barrel. Fill it with the water squirted from the monitor in 15 min! hahah. How can we all not get wet for that? ehe..I love water. (the water was not filtered though....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got back to school at about 4pm. Everyone was still wet but not as wet as we were at the firestation. This was where the weird feeling came back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My home is quite near to the school so I don't worry much about getting back home a bit late. I was supposed to go home but I preferred to chill at school with this girl I can say I barely know. Only know by name and don't really talk much to her. But this day was different. We talked a lot. That amazed me. Really. First, the chat was really having a good flow and minor gaps between our conversation. We talked about what we did at the firestation, the activities, complained a lil bit on our situation (we got ourselved soaked with water directly from river). We had laughters, do jokes and soon coming into asking questions what we usually during this holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty sure of what I see but I'm not sure what she was trying to tell or do. I'd love to ask this questions to girls. Girls are very sensitive, and very shy. If you're talking to a guy, and you found yourself playing with your hair (started rolling the tip of your hair with your fingers without really noticing it), does that really show that you're interested with the guy your talking to? I'm not trying to brag or what but this is why I'm asking, I'm not sure and I hope my thoughts are wrong. I was talking to her, and while she was responding, I saw her playing with her hair. So I was like "no..no..she's just doing that because her hair is wet". I tried to keep it that way but it bothered me quite a while (till now..in which I'm supposed to be sleeping). That was only the first one I witnessed. The second one was, I mentioned to her that sure thing my hair is going to be rougher now cuz of the water. She then (maybe with curiosity) felt my hair. It was not a bad thing but I was shocked. I managed to keep it inside. OK man. I know I sound so 'virgin' with this thing, but I'm just telling you guys what I felt that time and I think it's better for me to express it and let someone out there know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next thing was, I waited for her to go home. I felt this 'ladies first' feeling when I was hanging out with my ex-fling. She really took me back to those times. Her way of talking may not be the same as my ex-fling. She made me go 'there'. And I missed this. Maybe that was why I stayed for her. She said "wanna wait outside the school? The gate will be locked anytime soon." and so I replied "why not?". We waited outside and talked longer. I may have to say this, the chat was lovely. I missed having a long conversation with 'her'. Just wanna say thanks to this girl. ehe..That kinda cured me. That helped me so much. Keep that atitude of always giving smiles whenever I talk to you. xD smiles keep me going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I better go to sleep now, it's 12.30 midnight. Night2,buddies. Great day I had. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1980881370191929858?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1980881370191929858/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1980881370191929858' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1980881370191929858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1980881370191929858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/coolest-day.html' title='Coolest Day'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4177241067507548500</id><published>2008-12-05T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:50:28.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should've posted this yesterday or last night. It ain't so weird to you all but it is very weird to me. Well,it was 3rd December,the night (and of course..) gone to sleep at 11-ish pm. Nothing really bothered my mind. Everything flowed well, nothing really went wrong. A stress free night and spent most of my time in front of the laptop, using the internet, chatting, surfing and editing some graphics. Then I got too sleepy, I went to my bed. It was a tight one. I slept like a baby. (except I didn't suck my thumb). I read this somewhere in the net, it said "what is most likely to appear in your dream is the last thing you did before you go to sleep and on what you most think about for the day". As mentioned, I spent my time a lot in front of laptop (bla bla bla..etc.), and my mind was free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weird part (for me) is, why in the world did I have a dream about her again? It was not a bad thing but she is the one I'm trying to get over. (and I'm still trying but yea..I can say there's some improvement). It was a great night though. I sleep tight and my dream was a sweet one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here goes my dream. The dream was all mixed up and I didn't even know what was the dream all about until I found myself on the some comfy hazel brown couch, with her by my side. How can I not be happy about that? It's been a while now since I have not sit next to her and have a long chat, personally. I don't mind not being that fling-couple anymore, just a close friend and laughter together would be more than enough to me. What's very lovely about her is whenever I'm close to her and just chat, I don't realise where am I and she makes me forget that I'm alone. An ordinary friend couldn't do that. So,(back to my dreams~) as usual,had a long chat, laughing and stuff, until.. she laid her head on my lap. That never happened in real life actually. Not realising that I'm still dreaming, I'm so happy that I told myself "this is the first time she did this to me". Oh how I enjoyed looking at her pretty face. It was too real for a dream. But it was only dream and I gotta accept that. -_-" (why?~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate to get up for the next morning as I wanted to go back to sleep again and enjoy my dream. Too bad it appeared only once and I don't know when is it gonna be back again. Why do you have to appear in my dreams when I don't see you that often? hmm.. It's okay anyways. At least that kinda cure me a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I didn't even think about you..but why were you in it?&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/2565275306598616428-4177241067507548500?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4177241067507548500/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4177241067507548500' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4177241067507548500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4177241067507548500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5970714139610304621</id><published>2008-12-03T23:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:12:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stay Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" width="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3hRdfEDmT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3hRdfEDmT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here goes my own trailer I made. I did this somewhere last month. We were bored and plus, we were holding the camera. We got really nothing to do. So I was like "What about we take videos and make it like a horror trailer?". Haha! Like to give credits to Yuen for being the camera guy. hahah. Cool one, dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5970714139610304621?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5970714139610304621/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5970714139610304621' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5970714139610304621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5970714139610304621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-trailer.html' title='The Stay Trailer'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5495957726819720583</id><published>2008-12-03T20:41:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:55:07.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;strong&gt;LiNa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the relationship with you and him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Her' doesn't really exist for now.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 impressions towards him/her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Damn cute&lt;br /&gt;- Extra sweet&lt;br /&gt;- Very funny&lt;br /&gt;- Weird&lt;br /&gt;- Mysterious (I like toh~ haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most memorable thing that she/he have done to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She bought me a Pepsi a day before she took her flight for a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If she/he becomes your lover, you will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If she/he becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not stop loving her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If she/he becomes your love, she/he has to improve on..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If she/he becomes your enemy, the reason is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she preferred to lie rather than be straight with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most desirable things to do on him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll answer this if she's the one who is asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The overall impression on her/him is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's still the best so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think around you feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I consider on what they say. And if they're true and I'm wrong, learn to make it right. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The character of you about yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Very sensitive and loves to tell jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On contrary, the character about yourself you hate is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not made for tense situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most ideal person you wanna be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rather not to be like someone but better than someone. eheh..but I really can't think of someone right now. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the people who care about you likes you, say something about them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Friendship is like a line. It's endless, unless you put a stop onto it. 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 people you tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Wafiy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Niez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Nazzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Nazirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Lyndzkim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Haz1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Cavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Feedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Azizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is no.2 is having relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ra..(sapa nah? xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No.3 is a female or male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Female tuu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If no.7 and no.10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- OH LORD ('together' as in how?..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about no.5 and no.8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- SHOCKING *thrill/suspense music background*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- why ball is round. (???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I don't think so. (is it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say something about no.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- It's a number.haha.kidding..okey..She's a friend I know at my previous school. Now Student Councillor at my previous school.Eseh!&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/2565275306598616428-5495957726819720583?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5495957726819720583/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5495957726819720583' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5495957726819720583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5495957726819720583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-764155902902867710</id><published>2008-12-01T11:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:55:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Yesterday, I went to a picnic with my friends at Jubli Beach. Kinda weird it started in the morning as early as 8 AM. I know the ones who came early yesterday must had yawned so much. I thought I was the only one left out coming lil late for the picnic but I was wrong about that. I came at 11-ish AM but I only saw 5 girls. Everybody was still in the bed. Snoring, going to the picnic in their dreams. But, what the heck..who cares? I'm bored at home, ain't nothing much to do at home so why not drop by to the picnic (being the only guy there..). It was still fun though. Had long chats with them, laughters, jokes and eating grubs. Pretty cool. We suffered quite a while being burned alive by the ray, though we were under the roof while waiting for the others to come. Buddies, I know you suffered more than me. heheh.. We keep looking at those cars keep coming in and out of the parking lot. With the hope that one of those cars will be our friend to join our picnic. We waited and waited and waited. And only at about 2.30 pm, it got a lil more merrier. It'll be much more merrier if our friends who came in the morning didn't go early and wait with us till the afternoon. I can say it was worth waiting (despite the sweat I wasted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672129331110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmWu9vILI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zTF88JQo8Sw/s400/picnic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only there was a camp fire in the middle instead of table with food..ehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672134595050274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmXCkweyI/AAAAAAAAACM/Geg6Z5nfMxU/s400/picnic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad to hang out with one of the coolest groups x) (thanks for holding the camera,Sherman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672131471574482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmW28EBdI/AAAAAAAAACE/gIAUoCfWgwA/s400/picnic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trunk was fine, we were only bad enough to stand on it.. save the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672127816110418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmWpUiEVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iz0B-xXC-pU/s400/picnic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a bigger jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274672141131990194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmXa7SRLI/AAAAAAAAACU/fsiT7jU3vDw/s400/picnic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leena yang nda mau kana tulak ka atau tangan Hilal pindik banar kan menulak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676316176147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNqKcLYZSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/47zkLzWUZ3k/s400/picnic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know..the tree looked better than me. Save the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033039885177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STSumfjOFGI/AAAAAAAAADU/s4tuvE2Dxug/s400/picnic01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. You can't pick that up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. It's not heavy, it's unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. That's not a way to save the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Water it, it makes a BIG difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676306252071826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNqJ3NTA5I/AAAAAAAAACs/e5sh2oYbBzc/s400/picnic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It ain't called a see-saw if it's too balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676297457114610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNqJWcanfI/AAAAAAAAACk/HTNsQ6kbzSU/s400/picnic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676295682475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNqJP1TxhI/AAAAAAAAACc/sgCqVFs9mLo/s400/picnic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not made for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274679370747976690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNs8PWDm_I/AAAAAAAAADE/katMISy5UJ4/s400/picnic12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea..the shutter was faster than my pose. (I was not ready!)&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/2565275306598616428-764155902902867710?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/764155902902867710/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=764155902902867710' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/764155902902867710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/764155902902867710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/12/picnic-drama.html' title='Picnic Drama'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STNmWu9vILI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zTF88JQo8Sw/s72-c/picnic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-5925478863032084536</id><published>2008-11-29T17:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:35:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's Day -- Last day of my misery!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure about the stress but the 2 weeks streak of working is done! Thank God everything went well and would like to say thanks to those guys who worked out to the max just to succeed the events. We had our Student's Day. The day started off with a singing competition SMSA Idol. It was so cool to see my buddies enjoyed themselves on the stage and I didn't see any sign of breakdown (except two guys who forfeited cuz they were so nervous to get on stage). Oh yea, here goes their pictures in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274011299080842674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STENVWccLbI/AAAAAAAAABs/8moMBE5kfvY/s320/IMG_5082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left; Khalaf, Ilmi Azim and Hisham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/ajem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ajem&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/IMG_5114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Qilah and Alif (what happened on stage stayed on stage! ehe)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/IMG_5132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How Do I Live,Leena? xD haha.great singing!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/IMG_5178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ratuku by Abang Saiful&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/IMG_5175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Khalaf,playing guitar for Abang Saiful's performance.Rock on! (that's my amp.. xD)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay,maybe I will post more of the pictures. I have to give extra credits to Haji Adi for his pictures. The resolution is so damn good that the size of each pic is about 5mb. It took me so much time just to load this pics in. Be loading more next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-5925478863032084536?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/5925478863032084536/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=5925478863032084536' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5925478863032084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/5925478863032084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/students-day-last-day-of-my-misery.html' title='Student&apos;s Day -- Last day of my misery!!'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/STENVWccLbI/AAAAAAAAABs/8moMBE5kfvY/s72-c/IMG_5082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7896475763936765202</id><published>2008-11-28T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:54:16.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 27th Nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey there again readers. My 2 weeks of stress is gonna end soon and it's gonna end by 12am tomorrow!! Finally..I don't really have time to rest myself as there is too many event in 2 weeks. If an approximation is to be made, it was like an event for every day. What the heck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about last night, I went to a party at Sutera Biru. Well,it was cool. Fun I can say. I'm not sure if I am that usual 'Lan' that night. My buddy,Afi called me a 'party animal'. Gotta agree with that cuz I never been so crazy before. It was all about trying to hide this 'scar' in me with my joy. It was 27th November and something sweet happened last 2 years. 25th November 2006 was the worst birthday ever. Well, I'm telling ya and not gonna say who the girl is. My birthday in 2006, the prom night, my heart was like torn so much. So hurt in fact, it 'shattered'. Though, I managed to give smile to my friends cuz I dun wanna spoil theirs. Back at home, before the prom, I was in my room, taking long hours to figure out how to look good for the night. And so I came to the prom with my hope to at least get a wish or even get to have a long conversation with her. The wish did come true. but not the other one as her guy was there too,obviously as her date for the night (my own good friend..but we're still cool..ehe). How hurting can it be to see your dream girl dancing with other guy on the night of your birthday? Don't mention it. I felt it, so strong. I'm the type of guy who always hope for the miracle to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It did come, two days after. It was about 6pm when I got online and chat with her. It was one long chat and I remember I felt the time was going very slow. At 7, I was supposed to go to take my shower but I can't. I'm stucked to my chair and continued to chat with her. We came up to a point where not so in the chatroom but as if we were facing each other and confess. She started up with an apology "sorry..". I wondered why (how can i wonder??). I couldn't believe that she was sorry to spoil my night. I gotta lie so she won't feel so guilty. And so I said "it's ok..he's ur boyfriend". Not so sure if she really meant it when she said she still love me. oohh how I wish she could whisper that to my ears. smiling wide.. Good thing my parents didn't get upset for me to be in a relationship to a daughter of their own friend. Where can I hide my face if my father was looking at my background, with her picture on and "I Love You" beneath the picture? I didn't hide. I faced 'reality'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dang..Gotta go now.I'm getting sleepy. I'll talk more. xD and MORE PICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7896475763936765202?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7896475763936765202/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7896475763936765202' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7896475763936765202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7896475763936765202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-27th-nov.html' title='my 27th Nov'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-805176829537345659</id><published>2008-11-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:08:59.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The busy-ness i had at school, I just don't care that much just because lots of my friends wished me for my birthday. I guess they did check out my blogs and my other accounts at Tagged and Friendster. Wanna make a facebook account of my own soon. hehe..but today's been lovely and I loved it. Turning to 18 does feel kinda different and I wanna say thanks to all of you guys for it. Appreciate it and love you,buddies. I gotta make a post for today just to say thanks to all of those who wished me. I'm really tired currently and I try to make it as short as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll not be taking my driving lesson so soon. Most probably in the middle of December as I still have events to be handled at school. Better be ready because soon enough I will get back to my stressing mood just hours from now. Tomorrow will be teacher's day and do wish me luck organising this event with my buddies. I'll say it again. Thanks for all you and be posting more as soon as November ends. But i'll still be posting if I have extra time. hehe..okey then. Goodnight,buddies. Sweetdreams. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-805176829537345659?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/805176829537345659/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=805176829537345659' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/805176829537345659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/805176829537345659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-boy-18th.html' title='Birthday Boy 18th'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6946202195736331522</id><published>2008-11-19T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:13:06.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A loyal friend to me, you can hardly leave. Never lonely I can ever be. Never turn away,your always here. The situation is getting tense and what else can I do. I'm Lan, and why should I give up. Friend of mine, hey..I'd like to say thank you for your concern. It's very kind for some of you for saying words of wisdom as simple as "Don't give up" and "Do your best". That boosted my confidence so much and I totally get it why are you all my friends. Never once I will feel I had done so much in return for your kindness. There's no way I could repay you. A friend of mine preferred to do it the 'harsh' way,as in saying the most possible honest rough words. No worries, I really appreciate it, dude. It really sticked into my mind and at least for every harsh words you said to me was very sensible and gave me a lot to think about. I respect for the honesty and the good reason of yours. Correct me if I'm wrong. I'll never push them away and ignore it. I'm not ignorant. It's just that I take a long time to adapt to the 'preferred' change you wanted me to make. In no way I'm torn, thankful I am to you. =D heheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little lecture might be going on in this post. I just wanna say it out to other depressed guys and girls. Not to feel so broken, turning weaker and low morale. I did it 'successfully' for two days now. I was complained and confronted in front of my own members for the unsatisfied jobs I done. You probably wouldn't mind much if you're to be confronted by your boss personally and commented you with harshest of words. Put yourself in a situation where everyone is watching you, and in that very same moment, your weakness revealed. Feeling of embarassed will not be excluded. No one would smile in this situation unless you're crazy enough to do so. hehe.. The 'fragile-at-heart' type of person, would just cry even before the words reach the ears. Do not take it too deep into the heart. Be optimistic. Get stronger when words were said. Comments were made. 'Contented' ones, is not a crime to turn into an angry one. Angry only to the point where the words said turned into a challenge to you. Words can't bring us down and don't even expect it to fail us. You just failed the most simplest of challenge if you couldn't compete with those words. I'm all with you. Get up. I keep in mind, I am special like others too. There's nothing I can't do. Push me, I'll wait for you at the finishing point. Brunei Yakin.haha!.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6946202195736331522?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6946202195736331522/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6946202195736331522' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6946202195736331522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6946202195736331522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-will.html' title='My Will'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4407040843207836870</id><published>2008-11-17T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:07:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you smiling. Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their laughters and the smiles is all I need to calm this stress I had before. I really am not made for tense surroundings. It's a good thing the First Aid Course was organised today. I know that I spend most of my time sitting down, taking down the report and I saw them working so much with setting up of the projector, the laptop, the backdrops and other stuffs. I played a minor role in today's function despite being the Head of my team. They knew it or not, I'm thankful for the 'cheerful' afternoon. I am still with my stress of my work though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I arrived at school quite early this morning. Well,it always has been that way. I wanna feel the fresh morning air and it's the only time I will relax myself before the stress comes and meet me. The calmness reminds me of the time when I used to sit next to 'her' and talk a lil bit about what we just talked about the previous day. I can't have much more of that time this year eventhough I missed it so much. Why did she appear in my dreams again even when I don't even think about her for the whole day. Now I see why some people call thier lovers as being 'one in a million'. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay..I really can't wait for 30th of November to pass. I know the days gonna come is gonna be exciting and stressful too. Just wanna relief my mind and relax as much as I can. However, I still have to get through this. It's just another challenge in life and the worst is yet to come. Hope this is gonna prepare me much of the incoming ones. This is really a good time for me to listen to blues again. Gotta treasure the night as much as possible. The night is still young but I still haven't go and take my shower. hehe..I better get going then. The water pump is on. Be turning it off after my shower. Save water.. Beer ain't another alternative. :P alright then. Hit the shower room!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-4407040843207836870?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4407040843207836870/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4407040843207836870' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4407040843207836870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4407040843207836870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-saw-you-smiling-thanks.html' title='I saw you smiling. Thanks.'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-702656963186721883</id><published>2008-11-15T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:09:01.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Complain was said.Interpretation was set. Damn.. What does it feel like to have your complains pushed aside and no positive answers is given? Balancing out my decision making is barely on me and my thoughts were nothing but crap idea. Work is given and that will be my first priority. I did this and I don't see why are they not acknowledging my work. Why is that everytime I did a good thing, no one will notice. And why is when I dispair, everyone will point at me and make me feel like I'm a failure. What does it feel like when you failed in something and they say something like "you're a failure" instead of "You tried your best"? wtf.. Can you not tell me something that can motivate me instead of demotivating me? Friendship sake, tell me something that'll boost my self-confidence! Wait, i forgot. You can't. You push me down just to let me see you pull me up and say "there's a lot more to think about". Don't make me feel this way, okay? I'm not as ignorant as you think. If you treasure our friendship, don't push me. I'm not made to handle tense situation. You know how contented I am and let me not show my most annoying side of me. If pushing aside others' complain would keep me on track, then why did you spit so much on to me? That'll let me off the track cuz my path got to wet with those spit. I'm looking forward for your tolerance as how much I had gave you before. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay2..let's get myself back on track. A lot of things sure did happened at school today. The memo I was told to do, I missed out an important info that I was suppose to include. The memo was about to gather the members and to report themselves to a friend of mine. I did mention on Monday to meet my friend but I left out " on 17th Nov". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;("-_-)&lt;/span&gt; see..they will notice very much of my mistakes instead of what I'm trying to show to them. I can only pray "God,help me in anyway. Just show me some sort of sign and let me out of this misery.". I missed my best friend so much. She was the only girl I will let my problems shared. It was not her words that motivate me, it was how much she meant it and how bad she wants me to show my smile to her. We are going each other's ways and we live kinda far from each other. which obviously is not as close as we were last year. That soft tone of her voice chills me everytime and her cute face made it cooler. hehe.. o'oow... Maybe I should stop for now. huh...pink box buddy. ehe..nah..I just wanna stop cuz my eyes are 'low power' right now. So, be typing more next time. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-702656963186721883?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/702656963186721883/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=702656963186721883' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/702656963186721883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/702656963186721883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-2947990837283528529</id><published>2008-11-13T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:58:45.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the ordinary day is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That' what i feel about today. My 3 days of holidays is wasted with work. And not on one of these days I'm in the holiday mood. If my teachers saw my face so totally 'not-in-the-class',i might just say "I did not have my holidays". How can you get up early during the holidays? There's no such thing as the night is still young, and we still have tomorrow. It's the only time to chill and I can't do that. I need a holiday refund. I was complained for not doing my job well and I took 'overtime'. See if that's gonna make it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm gonna talk a lil bit about today. Today,is much ordinary that the previous days. Thank God!! Maybe Yuen's birthday is a bless. hahah. Happy birthday yo! But really, my mood is pretty good and I don't feel that stress when I'm doing my things. That's cool. Maybe God understands me and wants to give me a day off. I dunno about tomorrow. Just thankful my day is ordinary. Less stress and relaxed. I'm telling ya, I'm never ready whats gonna happen tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yea,I forgot. I went to school for a purpose. I know I'm not required to come to school during these holidays but school events are coming. 5 of them in a week! So the teachers might need help. I kinda volunteered myself see if anything can be done. But I didn't get myself a task for today and that rocked my day! \m/ ow yeah..show me the horny rock hand sign. hahah. Hisyam's choir practise didn't turn out so good. Almost none of his members came for the prac. How in the world can that be? So, what's next.. Right, the songs I was supposed to transfer to my friend, I failed to do it today as promised. I came early to be on a 'standby' mode for her. Maybe once I saw her at school, I'd ask for her pendrive and transfer the songs right away. And of course,her audition video. Hoho.. She really can sing. Her voice? Lovely. I mean, come on. I just knew her this year and she never showed her talent which is singing. She did mention she got into a singing competition and she got the forth place. So,I was like "she really can sing?". No doubt, now I'll say "She really can sing" (without questioning). hehe..cool. Your gonna get through the final of the competition (SMSA Idol). Should I post her video here? haha..better not. Respect la privacy nya. ehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-2947990837283528529?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/2947990837283528529/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=2947990837283528529' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2947990837283528529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/2947990837283528529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-ordinary-day-is-back.html' title='Finally, the ordinary day is back.'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-6232390395213346658</id><published>2008-11-12T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:05:10.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This thing ain't alive but it kinda bother me. I place my laptop on a little black table with some space under it for putting some stuffs and one of it is a pink box. And keeping &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coloured stuffs is so not me. I know pink is a cute sweet colour applying to a guy like me,we don't match. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; box is not for me obviously. It's for my cute best friend (and it's a she). I was supposed to give this box to her about two months ago. Since the exam was on, then I can't find myself a good time to give her. I'm living in KB and she's currently at Bandar. How am I supposed to pass this thing? So,okay..she said that I can give her whenever she's back home at Seria. That kinda chilled me down. How can I not be eager to give her this stuff? As a friend who used to be her 'consultant' whenever she got problems, I miss her. hahaha..If she's reading this, she might be laughing.hehe..and I'm fine with that. The last time I saw her was at school. She was going to fetch her niece (if I'm not mistaken). Her innocent looks really was melting me. If I was in a liquid state, I know I will evaporate. ehe..I'm just too embarassed to take mandarin class that time. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Pink Piggy Box" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/itik_lan/IMG_0228-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup..that's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; box. Don't wonder much of whats inside. It won't kill if you don't know what is it. oh yea..The message hanging on the ribbon may don't fit. It says "Forever and always. Please always know that I love you more than anything else in the world.". I can't say that to her. But what am I supposed to do? I just don't wanna pull that off from the box. It was already there by the time I bought it.But that message can be applied onto 'friendship' we have. How can you not love your friend? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This gift ain't specifically for an event or occasion. We were chatting on this one day. We talked and we came to a point that I told her that I'm going to the Mall to buy a gift for my friend's coming birthday. So I was joking to her and said "u wan me to buy for u also kah?hahah".Then I remembered she said something like "yea.buy me piggy.big one if have. :P". Eventhough I knew she was joking, I really wanna buy for her one with the reason "I haven't gave u anything for your birthday.". She then said fine enough, and can give her when she's free. Too bad till now,I haven't meet her. =p soon enough i'll see you. can kah?? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-6232390395213346658?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/6232390395213346658/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=6232390395213346658' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6232390395213346658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/6232390395213346658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-box.html' title='Pink Box'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1738128204852952627</id><published>2008-11-12T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:29:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy or Dictatorship??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't wanna get so paranoid but it ain't much of a paranoid feeling but it's for real. I can say it is more towards confusion. Was I too personal in performing my job? I guess so. I considered too much on how others' feelings rather than mine. But I'm not the type of guy who would make myself happy while the others suffer. Seeing people suffering is so not my thing. It's eye-soring and heart-tearing. I realised this so much as a joker. I joke a lot and my friends refer me as 'happening' type of guy. That tells me that they can hardly see me frowning. It's everytime they approach me, they would joke first instead of saying "hey,wassup?". They will be like "There goes Mr.Ducky".Somethin' like that. I love that happy spirit going on around me. But stress has always been my good friend and always there for me. I believe keeping people around me happy would keep my good mood. I always feel very sorry for myself. Why? At times when I'm sincerely trying to lighten their burden, it goes the other way round for others. Especially the view of others. And so I seek advice from my buddies. I kinda grouped the types of people I know, for those who considerate and those who are self-centered "to-view-the-world-with-your-own-eyes-and-don't-care-what-others-say". Since I'm more to the type of who consider others' feelings, I went to the 'second' group. Just the usuals, "do what you want","follow your heart","as long you're happy" and "don't care what the others think". I put myself on an experiment involving other 'volunteers' such as my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started with a random joke. I compared my friend with the other person I knew. I can't say who but this is a real story. I was like saying "You're like the opposite of her." with the perspective I keep in mind "Don't care what others think, follow your heart and as long as you're happy". Oh yeah, I felt great sayin that. I remember that look on her face when I said that. The other case will be another friend of mine. She's a happy-go-lucky kinda girl. and her cute height is always a thing I used to tease her. I was like "Hey..where's your mommy?". I kept on with this joking stuff until this one day. It was the day when we let out our problems. We all let out our probs and it turned to be that each one of them got worser problems than mine. One of them was crying and was saying "do u think i liked being called short? i know i'm small and always smiling..". It was from there, I got much more softer at heart and reconsidering what have i done to my friends. Force and do not care what they feel?? Or put the burden on me and understand what they feel?? Maybe my next post will be 'should I tell the truth which no one will believe?or tell lies and let them hate me more?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1738128204852952627?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1738128204852952627/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1738128204852952627' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1738128204852952627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1738128204852952627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/democracy-or-dictatorship.html' title='Democracy or Dictatorship??'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-1474273356936735948</id><published>2008-11-11T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:56:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime...Typing..wth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okei..so it was an interesting experience i had at school. I watched and i recorded their singing. Some of the participants got potential. Cool tho..some I must say can't sing but they got guts to try and that was respectful. Make up an amazing experience, at least you something to tell to your sons or daughters.hahaha..but really. Don't make your life boring but don't embarass yourself. Good try,singers. ehe..Just too bad my batteries ran out. I missed two or three participants un-recorded. And I just knew my webcam could record videos!! Damn it! How can I not know my laptop well?? hahah..thanks a lot to Chan Leang Seng (I can't just mention Chan as your siblings are 'Chan's too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should've posted this post in the afternoon,but since there was a 'distortion' of the internet wireless network,it all stopped for a while and only now I could continue.And I forgot where did I stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a lot more to do than just this.but I got so tired, I decided to stop for today. Cracking my fingers since the morning. Typing down things was one of my hobbies and not so much right now. What I did for the pass few hours was typing the school event programme, chatting and now with this blog. Can laptop one day will read mind? I can just think of what I wanna do, the lappy will do the thing. Nothing is impossible in this ever developing technology world. hahah..maybe which could remind me in a better way so that I won't be repeating the same mistake such as thinking today's date is 12th when it actually is 12th. My friend came to school because he wanna witness the pro evo soccer game matches in which he expected today. I gave him the wrong info. The match was actually tomorrow. heheh..sorry Jon.haha..salah info. I'm almost 18 and I'm thinking like 80. How does an 80 year old man think? ehe..Yawning,yawning!! I'm not sleepy!! I better stop now..zzzzz...snore snore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-1474273356936735948?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/1474273356936735948/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=1474273356936735948' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1474273356936735948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/1474273356936735948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/everytimetypingwth.html' title='Everytime...Typing..wth'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7489374466558580684</id><published>2008-11-10T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:00:29.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Exam week over for now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my first time to come back home by 6 o'clock from SMSA. Kinda cool that I'm hanging out with my buddies at school. I had nothing to do at home if I went home early. So, I stayed at school for a while and there they were, just done with their group meeting. I chilled out with 'em and laughed so much with their stories. Me, Dullah, Ajiz, Ameng, Yuen, Hilal, Pipit and Leena. It's been a while since I have not hang out with them. As in hang out as a group. I was told, there will be further briefing on coming events and that kinda turned me off as I was thinking "is this some kind of extension of meeting we just had just now?". but wth,what's wrong with it. I didn't mind much, I need the briefing anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoho..it was interesting that I thought we're gonna perform a stage drama, but it's not. We're planning to make a 'movie'. I am quite clear with the storyline but I prefer not to tell you guys about it for now. The acting is not done a bit yet. Finally the time to reveal the media team's creativity. At least the video editing skill that my friends have (Yuen and Khalaf) now could come into use. Chayo chayo!! hahah. That will boost your confidence,guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acting, just another thing I love to do. I can be very comical and that was what a friend of mine use to tell me. It doesn't make me a complete fool of myself. That's what I love doing (as I typed it down earlier..ehe). When I was studying in my previous school, I got involved with a stage drama and played as a very soft male director (almost like a woman kinda behaviour a.k.a 'pondan'),Mr.Dopeson. Which I felt I was only playing a minor role in the whole story. It all shocked me when I got the Best Actor award. Was I an actor or an actress in the story?? hahah. Making a complete fool of myself was somehow an 'investment' to win the Best Actor award. It's everytime I look at the trophy,I'll be thinking "I was a 'pondan' that time." Hahahaha. Damn it. I know who I am. I'm a straight man and I am a guy.wawawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow's kinda cool for me. I'm expecting it though. Should be worth getting up early and get ready to school. I'll come as a report and oh yeah.. I get to experience the live audition of SMSA Idol. Wohoo!! hahaha.. I'll be listening to those beautiful voices of SMSA students. Could I be experiencing the history in the making?? I don't know..ehehe. And..if I'm not mistaken PES (Pro Evolution Soccer) matches will start tomorrow. Games, games, games. I love 'em. sure thing, it's gonna be fun. Oh God,please let be my November this year will be the coolest one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7489374466558580684?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7489374466558580684/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7489374466558580684' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7489374466558580684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7489374466558580684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-week-over-for-now.html' title='Exam week over for now..'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-4421932520989321666</id><published>2008-11-08T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:43:49.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updated post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop cs 3'/><title type='text'>Updated Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey hey.guess what.I just updated my blog!! (as stated above). You'll realise this is you visited my page before.hahah. What appears in my blog is what others have too. Only my crap is much crappier than others. You won't even read it if you have that extra time. Anyways,it didn't take much of my time doing the new template. I got the code from Pyzam.com. Credits to them. I just modified it a little bit, change the background and stuff. I used to do HTML (HyperText Markup Language..did i get that right?) coding but not as much as before. Now, I'm more to editing and manipulating pictures using the Photoshop CS 3. I got so addicted to it and wish that it'll help me for the future. I wanna be a graphic designer!! (wish i could be a rockstar too..) Photoshop CS 3 is the only application I know quite well of how to use it. My friends told me I'm good at it but I must say I got lots more to learn. Do drop by to my deviantart page. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teardrop-tissue.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://teardrop-tissue.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) xD Be typing more later. I got stuffs to do.ehe..Cheers. *QuacK!!*&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/2565275306598616428-4421932520989321666?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/4421932520989321666/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=4421932520989321666' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4421932520989321666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/4421932520989321666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/updated-layout.html' title='Updated Layout'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-7549779165476058588</id><published>2008-11-04T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:00:48.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY DevianTarT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i thought that i posted the post i was supposed to post.damn...but cut the crap.it's fine.it ain't gonna take my life for it.anyways,i just created my own Deviantart a/c a week ago..maybe a week ago.i don't really remember.but what i remember i was so not well that day.i was having this agony that kinda spin my head.my vision was damn blur even with my specs on.despite the pain,i didn't get any rest cuz it was afternoon and i don't like taking afternoon nap.i know it feels good.it forgets your stress for the time being.it kinda pause your pain for a while but it'll come back after the sleep. took 2 doses of paracetamol,which took me a couple of sips of mixed juice just to get the medi in.dude..it felt awful when i left the medi for quite a while in my mouth.i dunno how in the world the medi didn't get into my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about medications, why aren't any of the medicines taste good? maybe cough syrup which tastes like cadbury chocolate? that way kids and a teen like me would like to consume those whenever we're sick. wait..maybe i know why. to get rid of addiction? damn..i never gonna solve this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crap..the weather tonight ain't that good.it's almost 10 pm,i know i should be in bed now as i am quite sleepy currently. i love the raining part of the night,but not the thunder. hoho..just the time to share horror stories."it was one chilling stormy night when..." hahah.that'll be cool,man.but ain't be so cool if i'm scared.that is so not manly. xD LOLZ. right,gtg for now.the frogs are croaking,"we want rain! more rain! and don't strike us,thunder!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565275306598616428-7549779165476058588?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/7549779165476058588/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=7549779165476058588' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7549779165476058588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/7549779165476058588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-deviantart.html' title='mY DevianTarT'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565275306598616428.post-234717824798661566</id><published>2008-11-03T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:56:04.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>NeW bLog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yea..of all the time i need to create another blog.it is in the middle of my last school term examination days.what the heck?i know.i'm supposed to be revising now but instead i'm typing this crap.i'm not the type of guy who likes o loves to stress.right..back to the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm starting off with a simple un-HTML-ed text or blog (whatever..).wish this neighbour of mine keeps his/her wireless connection turned on 24/7.i kinda need.KINDA. it's just kinda stupid that i dunno what and where to surf in the net while the internet connection is available.but it starts to bother my mind when this connection is unavailable.you know..in my mind was like "i should download this..that.i wanna do this one and that one..if only the internet connection is around..".bullcrap.once i knew my laptop is connected to the internet.i dunno wat to do.what i always do is click my msn messenger,and online.and what's next?nothing! i got absolutely nothing to do! if doing nothing is as stressful as while i am studying and revising,how in the world can i get rid of this boredom???&lt;--this question really needs to be printed in magazines.i wish there would be "WAYS TO GET RID OF BOREDOM".maybe one day i will be an expert in Boredomology.get a a Bachelor degree or Ph.D in Boring Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe that's it for now.i'll be posting some of my artworks and graphics i did using my Photo Shop CS 3 and be asking comments from you guys.right.gotta go have my shower.my mum's home! *QuacK2!!*&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/2565275306598616428-234717824798661566?l=teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/feeds/234717824798661566/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565275306598616428&amp;postID=234717824798661566' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/234717824798661566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565275306598616428/posts/default/234717824798661566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teardrop-tissue.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog.html' title='NeW bLog!!'/><author><name>Lan Itik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190361708452464333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVfQ7Q1SC-o/SV3L3V0WcaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aV8O_xzcmyU/S220/Picture0013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
