<?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-1165385671187493747</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:17:52.307+08:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='mood swings'/><category term='movie'/><category term='survey'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='sports'/><category term='emo'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='events'/><category term='tag'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>dance up a storm.</title><subtitle type='html'>boxers or briefs? ;p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-123343593339843239</id><published>2009-05-15T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:00:16.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused, I'm lost and I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-123343593339843239?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/123343593339843239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=123343593339843239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/123343593339843239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/123343593339843239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-confused-im-lost-and-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6772207506229975208</id><published>2009-03-30T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:36:07.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Harder Than You Know,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Harder Than You Know - Escape The Fate&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Relieved the day is over -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello, today was just a horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with the fact that I had woken up late for school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, and I had definitely missed the bus. Usually, my grandpa would take me, but he wasn't around this fateful morning. And what a morning for him to not be around. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to go to school because this would be the third time I skipped school because I woke up late after my maid had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had the fastest bath ever and practically flew the brush over my teeth. I was ready in record time, but it wasn't fast enough. My mum had been frantically calling me from her dialysis centre for half an hour so I called her back, saying that I'm late and how the hell am I gonna get to school? Of course, my mum being my mum, she scolded first, discussion later. So I just said, mum, I know I'm late, but I'm up now, can you scold me later? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she can't help me since she had already started dialysis. I had to call the bus driver back, but I knew he wouldn't come to just take me. So my mum suggested asking my other neighbors. I have two willing neighbors, both Chinese. Bad news was, both of them were out. I had to ask my other neighbor, an Indian man, someone who I hardly saw or spoke to. Anyways, I woke my sister up since she was supposed to lock the doors then go back to sleep after I left. I said she could sleep on the sofa while I found transport and that's when she snapped at me and said she wanted to sleep. Well I couldn't blame her so I just said fine. But when I got to the kitchen to prepare my Milo, I suddenly felt this funny feeling washing over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, crying and feeling alone. I don't know what that was, I think I might have just been helpless to myself and also upset that I couldn't get myself to school on my own without trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.50am, 20 minutes late from my bus pick-up time, I looked out and saw my Indian neighbor leaving to send his son and wife to the ERL station. This was routine, and I knew he would be back in about 15 minutes or so. So I put on my shoes, finalized everything and woke my sister again. I stood outside my neighbor's house, waiting for him to come home. I stood there like an idiot for about 10 minutes wondering if I had been polite to him the whole four years and three months I've known him, and arranging sentences to say when I was going to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he didn't show up after 15 minutes. At 7.15, I had begun to pace around. I had 15 minutes to ask him to send me, and get to school. Getting to school took 9 minutes with no traffic, around 12 minutes when an old man drives. When he finally arrived at 7.25, I walked up to him and asked him as politely as I could while showing a muka sepuluh sen. Trust me, that wasn't easy. He reluctantly agreed, as I could see the reluctance in his face. He had to change first, and I was just dying to get to school as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was not as torturous as I thought it would be, we actually talked about stuff, and not the weather. HAHA. I got to school, but I was late coz of the extremely slow drive he took. But anyway, the punishment was not bad, I just had my name taken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after school and extra class, I took a bus down to Nilai for tuition. I met up with a friend on the bus, coincidentally, and we went to the nearest mamak since we were still early for tuition. I was really tired, and I was glad to be home at 8.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to top it all of, I was having a pretty bad hair day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6772207506229975208?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6772207506229975208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6772207506229975208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6772207506229975208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6772207506229975208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/harder-than-you-know.html' title='Harder Than You Know,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4243048590681404991</id><published>2009-03-27T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:07:55.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>right round,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Thinking of You - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Dissapointed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/ScyRTVaeQtI/AAAAAAAABvE/trIO-50_woA/s1600-h/Bunkface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/ScyRTVaeQtI/AAAAAAAABvE/trIO-50_woA/s320/Bunkface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317785021369434834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE BUNKFACE :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today might be the last day I'll be wearing braces. I find that kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is sad is that, life has been all about school lately. Extra classes, softball, editorial board stuff, school photography, it's all really tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm hanging on strong, I know what I'm doing all this for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember how I said that my uncle would help me get my camera, and I would pay him back? Well, it seems I'm a spoilt child, and I don't need such an expensive camera. I was totally blown away when I heard that. First things first, I am SO not spoilt, trust me, I know what being spoilt is like, and I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; one of those girls. And, I know that the camera of my choice if expensive, but didn't I say I would pay him back? And it's not like I haven't spent a horde of time deciding which camera would be best. Oh yes, I have. 3 years is time enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, someone in my family mentioned that I couldn't possibly be good enough to be a photographer, and it doesn't matter what camera one uses, it's the skill one posesses. I can't express how dissapointed I am in my extended family. I'm totally speechless and I just don't ever feel like going back to see them and pretend to have a sincere smile on my plastered face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : Last night, I dreamt about going to college. Yeah, scary, I know -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4243048590681404991?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4243048590681404991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4243048590681404991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4243048590681404991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4243048590681404991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-round.html' title='right round,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/ScyRTVaeQtI/AAAAAAAABvE/trIO-50_woA/s72-c/Bunkface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7869770621090008792</id><published>2009-03-18T13:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:31:12.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>one love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently Listening to : One Love - SM Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently Feeling : HUNGRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKk7O-l1Bs4&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/mKk7O-l1Bs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went out, so I took the chance to go online ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing housework -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH watch the video! Yeah, I know its old, but I still screamed when I saw Yun-Ho ♥ ;)&lt;br /&gt;And Jae Joong looks fcking hot, as always *melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, I've got clothes waiting to be ironed. Blerghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit* (9.28pm)&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert is good, but he was painful to watch just now. Haihh.&lt;br /&gt;I love Allison Iraheta and Matt Giraud hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7869770621090008792?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7869770621090008792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7869770621090008792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7869770621090008792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7869770621090008792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/currently-listening-to-one-love-sm-town.html' title='one love,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6312582575546623174</id><published>2009-03-16T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:23:14.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Filling an empty space,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Halo - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : A thump thump thumping headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/Sb5SgXRFQHI/AAAAAAAABu0/6hpracuPxAU/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/Sb5SgXRFQHI/AAAAAAAABu0/6hpracuPxAU/s320/fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313775326298718322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY HELLO HI ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. I've absolutely, completely abandoned my blog. I'm sorry, I've been kinda busy and honestly? I didn't really have anything to inspire me to blog. HAHA. Oh well, the great thing is, I'm BACK. And hopefully I'll last longer this time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nothing has changed much since the last time I blogged properly. School is still school, friends are still friends. I come online often, but I just MySpace most of the time. I don't really have much of a life nowadays since my dad took my phone away on New Year's Day. It's a long story and let's just all pretend that the reason is because of my upcoming SPM exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been extremely tiring. Softball season has started again and I'm staying back at school everyday for extra classes. I'm literally spending more time in school than at home. But oh well, I keep telling myself it's just for this year and then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom! &lt;/span&gt;Hoho. Anyway, other than that, nothing much really. Sports day came and left, my house got first placing. I contributed a bit, I ran 4x100m, 100m, 200m and long jump + perfect attendance for house practice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got my D-SLR camera HAHA. I've been scheming up ways to get one, I really just can't seem to save up my own money. So, I've finally asked my uncle to help me get one, I'll pay him back as soon as I start working after SPM. I'm really excited, I'm hoping I can get it in a week's time or so. I felt it was kinda wasted that I couldn't get to use it for my Sports Day, the school mag pictures would have been clearer. Oh btw, I made Chief Editor, yay me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my maid went back to Indonesia recently, and just two days before that, RM1000+ from my sister and I's combined Chinese New Year money was stolen. We couldn't point fingers at anyone since we had no proof, but who else could it be right? I was pretty upset since I was looking forward to spending that money on my much needed sneakers and cardigan. Oh well, shit happens eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter of my life happened recently, in fact just this morning. I had my Grade 8 Theory of Music exam in SMK Sri Aman and let me tell you this, I am SO relieved that it's over. I stayed over Ms Beh's place and totally hardcored this past few days. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; last minute -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had a haircut the day before yesterday and it is h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e! It's too short and the "stylist" gave me bangs which my round and fat face looks terrible with! Goshh, I'm so glad my hair grows fast :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did anyone watch the game last weekend? I sure did. Manchested United vs Liverpool. The much talked about awaited game of the season. I supported Liverpool since I'm anti-Man Utd :D I can't express how much joy I felt when it was a 4-1 win for Liverpool. 3-1 was bad enough, 4-1 is just embarrasing. And the funny thing is, my friends who are hardcore supporters of Man Utd totally refuse to admit that Man Utd sucks, saying that the hero loses first and stuff like that. Hoyeah, I agree with Hafiz, Man Utd supporters are totally stuck-up :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should prolly stop now before I finish everything in one post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post, lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Denise ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : Allison Iraheta rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6312582575546623174?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6312582575546623174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6312582575546623174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6312582575546623174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6312582575546623174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/filling-empty-space.html' title='Filling an empty space,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/Sb5SgXRFQHI/AAAAAAAABu0/6hpracuPxAU/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7429212225454459730</id><published>2009-01-11T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:05:22.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Denise 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : America's Suiteheart - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Runny nosed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does the last person you commented on myspace mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some crazy friend that i loveee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you last laugh about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who never fails to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of people. i laugh too easily too, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOB's america's suiteheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last have a sleepover with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 girls and a guy hahhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoyeah. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did you last get upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats your mood right now on myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you went to see in the movies and with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after tmrw or something like that with mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could be with someone right now, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any blogs on your myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats your fave thing in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you went out to eat with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anuar azmi adam budak baru that i don't know and hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you were disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longest conversation on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 and a half hours -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you dating the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get mad easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your last text from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does the message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the next time you’ll kiss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoyeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why aren't you going out with the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz he doesn't like me back? hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many months until your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you good at giving directions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to your number 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. boxers and my school tee.Who was the last male you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;farhi on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is someone that can always make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing at 10am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeeeeping ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you plan on moving within the next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im moving on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you wearing anything on your feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next 3 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day alone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did your last hug take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you been to a baby shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What cell phone company do you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nokia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color is your hair brush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transparent. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you watch the Super Bowl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about World Cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with a teddy bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. his name is adam -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What movie do you think everyone should watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaster. hahhahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have your future children's names picked out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color is your mailbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its brown. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to drive over a bridge to get home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What brand is your computer printer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many cars can fit in your driveway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was your Kindergarden teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm erm ahhh puan ong i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you taller than your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any bruises right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. from merentas desa -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you cold right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do any of your close friends have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many years older and younger than you are you willing to date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year younger maximum and older im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What brand are your favorite jeans you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topshop and Dorothy perkins. i only have two -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the closest red object to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite video game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devil kings hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you play games on your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sometimes ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you look more like your mom or dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever broken an pinata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have an iPod or Mp3 player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone doesnt like you its probably because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really loud. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you always lose your keys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many keys are on your keychain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no keys, no keychain -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was your last encounter with the police?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, at the checkpoint whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoyeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you always wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Will update properly soon, I promise.&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/1165385671187493747-7429212225454459730?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7429212225454459730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4515016254409168682</id><published>2009-01-02T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:06:12.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>The Big Oh-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : 1234 - Plain White Tees&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SV2dZLyb5hI/AAAAAAAABt0/8Bz4L00L7k0/s1600-h/6417y0z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SV2dZLyb5hI/AAAAAAAABt0/8Bz4L00L7k0/s320/6417y0z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286554593589454354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho, Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's new year?&lt;br /&gt;Mine was at the Curve and it was just awesome! There was a lot of people though but still, everyone was great. The fireworks were awesome, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on and on about how awesome it was, you should have been there yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its the new year. Some people are saying that 2009 is just a number. I say they should cheer up and move on. It's a new year! Start new, forgive and forget. Why hang on to the past when you can have a great future? You're just being silly if you think everything will be the same. Do something to change it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm really excited about starting Form Five. Not about SPM though. I just can't wait till high school is over and move on to college and start driving. HAHAH. I've got a lot more responsibility now and I really hope I can live up to it. My parents are depending on me to do well for SPM so I can apply for a scholarship. I'm depending on myself too. I just need proper time management *sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and stay in school people! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish things off, I got tagged by Gwen &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules and regulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not copy answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tag questions must be 100% the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tag people after doing tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tagging back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Gwendoline ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag ...&lt;br /&gt;1) Khei Qi&lt;br /&gt;2) Kevin&lt;br /&gt;3) Justina&lt;br /&gt;4) Mathew&lt;br /&gt;5) Hsu Wern&lt;br /&gt;6) Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;7) Audrey&lt;br /&gt;8) Mei Yen&lt;br /&gt;9) Tze Wei&lt;br /&gt;10) Li Bing hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you know 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From piano class. It's been four years already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you never meet 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably be much happier! HAHAHA kiddingggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if 3 &amp;amp; 4 dated you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, erm I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think 7 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoyeahhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anything about 8’s family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only her sister. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What language does 2 speaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil and Tagalog only. Which is why he sucks x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 3 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken-Ji HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old is 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is 6's favourite singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you date number 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah yeah, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is number 9 last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Tze Wei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you consider being in a relationship with 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which school does 2 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME STOOOOOOPID SCHOOL IN NEW ZEALAND!&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Sorry, I just miss you, retard :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why isn't there anything about 10? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4515016254409168682?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4515016254409168682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4515016254409168682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4515016254409168682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4515016254409168682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-oh-nine.html' title='The Big Oh-Nine'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SV2dZLyb5hI/AAAAAAAABt0/8Bz4L00L7k0/s72-c/6417y0z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4492598321920886664</id><published>2008-12-25T17:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:07:35.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to all my friends and family. It's the season of giving, so give. May this be a joyful year for you, and for the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*I promise a proper update soon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4492598321920886664?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4492598321920886664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4492598321920886664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4492598321920886664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4492598321920886664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho!'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6203146120041345974</id><published>2008-12-19T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:19:26.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Hot N' Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : I Wanna - The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Boredd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUtYJKS3dkI/AAAAAAAABts/86PQ9q0u9fQ/s1600-h/1400493108_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUtYJKS3dkI/AAAAAAAABts/86PQ9q0u9fQ/s320/1400493108_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411902427592258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been an absolute B O R E! I haven't done anything productive at all. I haven't went Christmas shopping because parents have been too busy to take me. I haven't finished my homework because I lost my pencil box (seriously!) and I need to clean my room but I've never bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to blog about since all I've been doing is watching TV, reading, going online, eating, sleeping, and more eating. But still, I can't wait for Christmas to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also made up my mind to save up for my own D-SLR camera. So all I want for Christmas is money, money and more money! xD&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to get the Canon EOS 400D or 450D which is much cheaper than my previous choice, Nikon D80. I've used loads of my friends cameras and I found that using Canon was much easier for me and the picture quality was much more awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm really glad that I've taken this much time (around1 year and a half, to be precise) to decide on what camera I want. I'm also really thankful to all my friends who helped me learn how to use one, and told me which camera would be best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since I've been complaining to my mum on how bored I've been this week, she's taking us to watch 'The Day The Earth Stood Still'. Gotta go get ready now. Toodles ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : The MV for Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects doesn't make any sense at all -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6203146120041345974?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6203146120041345974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6203146120041345974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6203146120041345974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6203146120041345974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot N&apos; Cold'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUtYJKS3dkI/AAAAAAAABts/86PQ9q0u9fQ/s72-c/1400493108_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-9096259792708898209</id><published>2008-12-14T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:09:31.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Sometimes,</title><content type='html'>I don't like sharing personal problems or telling my mum things because she'll always end up using them against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-9096259792708898209?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9096259792708898209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=9096259792708898209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9096259792708898209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9096259792708898209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-2089764076357574839</id><published>2008-12-12T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:09:25.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Tis' the season to be jolly :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently Listening to : Last Christmas - Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Greedeeee ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HO HO HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV's promoting Christmas shopping sprees, the radio's airing Christmas carols, people are starting Christmas shopping, what more do you need?&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFd8f_KMmI/AAAAAAAABtk/OB2yzFBTiR8/s1600-h/up.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFd8f_KMmI/AAAAAAAABtk/OB2yzFBTiR8/s320/up.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278603532214874722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clickety click to enlarge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't you feel the excitement? The joy of Christmas filling your souls? C'mon people, where's the spirit? A once-a-year event where families get together to celebrate the birth of our Jesus Christ. The happiness on children faces when receiving gifts, the laughter of older ones, it's just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love it! The food, the songs, the presents, the decorations, the spirit. Every year, I can't wait! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The green&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the red&lt;/span&gt;, the white. It's something I look forward to. And it's coming! I'm saving money to go Christmas shopping for loved ones ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess here is where I become selfish.&lt;br /&gt;My ever-so-expensive Christmas wishlist! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nikon D80/Canon 400D D-SLR camera ((:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A silver Sony VAIO laptop which I know is literally impossible to hope for,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new phone, perhaps?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nike Air sneakers,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new wallet because mine's all torn up,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping money! ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to NZ to meet my cousins ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But of course, one thing I won't afford miss out on, meeting my family for Christmas to celebrate together :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not counting on receiving any of the wishes above, really. I know they're really difficult to get. But what I really want is that D-SLR hints&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hints&lt;/span&gt;hints&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till&lt;/span&gt;eyes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;out* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AND A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO,&lt;br /&gt;Denise Chang (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-2089764076357574839?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2089764076357574839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=2089764076357574839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2089764076357574839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2089764076357574839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly-d.html' title='Tis&apos; the season to be jolly :D'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFd8f_KMmI/AAAAAAAABtk/OB2yzFBTiR8/s72-c/up.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5521934812298308995</id><published>2008-12-11T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:09:13.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>I know some people have been waiting for this post;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think about a week back, I decided to just take a look at the moon, just for fun. It must have been my lucky day, coz amazingly in sight, it was smiling at me ;)&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFaGTWEiWI/AAAAAAAABtc/Fn-W59jk2Ks/s1600-h/IMG_3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFaGTWEiWI/AAAAAAAABtc/Fn-W59jk2Ks/s320/IMG_3458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278599302573492578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFaF1QnFhI/AAAAAAAABtU/JAkpKSaQgs4/s1600-h/IMG_3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFaF1QnFhI/AAAAAAAABtU/JAkpKSaQgs4/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278599294497527314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the internet, it was Venus and Jupiter that made the "eyes" of the smiley. I'm not so sure since I can't remember. But they seemed to frown in America though, I'm assuming its because of the direction the moon orbits? In Malaysia, however, it smiles :D&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the next sighting like this will be in 2052, so I guess we're pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of course I made a wish ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-5521934812298308995?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5521934812298308995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5521934812298308995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5521934812298308995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5521934812298308995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SUFaGTWEiWI/AAAAAAAABtc/Fn-W59jk2Ks/s72-c/IMG_3458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1291752413605071974</id><published>2008-12-07T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:11.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Music For Perfect Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Bella's Lullaby written by Carter Burwell&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Satisfied ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STzquKEvTHI/AAAAAAAABtM/yAjnsbottWA/s1600-h/backdrop.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/STzquKEvTHI/AAAAAAAABtM/yAjnsbottWA/s320/backdrop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277350942070492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I just realized something. My blog is really&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; boring. OMG, I never thought I would be a boring person :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have decided to add more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; and stuff to my post, and we'll see how that works. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over at Beh Beh's place again last night. I woke up kinda early and got ready. We went to UM where it was pretty busy. Everyone was getting ready and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got a message from Sam saying that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daddy was sick &lt;/span&gt;and might not be able to make it for the concert. I called them immediately and daddy said he was really tired. I didn't want to be selfish so I just agreed. But then I didn't know why but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I started to sob really loudly&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't mean to, I guess I was just disappointed coz it was my first performance. But anyway, daddy said he'll try his best. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you, papa &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I changed into my dress but I didn't wear the white wedges that I bought. Instead, I ran around in my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; stilettos &lt;/span&gt;when I was looking for people. It made too much noise so I decided to wear my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; temporarily. Goshh, you don't know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how close to heaven &lt;/span&gt;it was when I was walking in my crocs. I know loads of people hate them, but really, put one on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for my turn to perform, I was so numb to the bone that I didn't really feel anything. It was partly because of the coolness of the hall (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which was like the temperature of a freezer&lt;/span&gt;) but mostly, I was really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think I did pretty well. I didn't make any mistakes at all! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;! I tried to play with more expression but Beh Beh said it was perfect so I'm really glad. I'm also really relieved that it's finally over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that mama and papa were both there for me :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my friends. People that I've known for like half my life but I've never really gotten to know them well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hsu Wern, Hsu Yan, Gwendoline, Hong Lingg, Khei Qi, Khei Sze, Mei Yen, Alyssa, Wen Qi, Tze Wei, Hui Ying, Nicole, Lee Ling, Hillaryyyyy, Kenzo, Li Bing the man-bitch (haha kidding! ;p) and of course, Beh Beh :D &lt;/span&gt; I love you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO UPLOAD PICTURES! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : This post was torture :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Denise (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-1291752413605071974?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1291752413605071974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1291752413605071974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1291752413605071974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1291752413605071974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-for-perfect-harmony_07.html' title='Music For Perfect Harmony'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STzquKEvTHI/AAAAAAAABtM/yAjnsbottWA/s72-c/backdrop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-3537798026606907438</id><published>2008-12-06T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:30:46.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Rock-hard floors and too little blankets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently Listening to : The dialogue of "A Cinderella Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently Feeling : Hyper and sleepy at the same time? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting for you, is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - A Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying on the floor with 5 other girls while A Cinderella Story is playing on TV. Chad Michael Murray ♥, hoyeahh :)&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are already sleeping so it's just me blogging and Nicole watching with me. It's about 4 in the morning and I'm kinda sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update on what I did today;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping at Bangsar with my sister today. Mama and Papa gave me RM100 each so I was really happy. I bought a dress for RM34.90 coz it was on sale from Baci. I got 50% off :DD&lt;br /&gt;I also bought shoes from Vincci in One Utama. A pair of gorgeous white wedges and a pair of blue-beige stilettos. Both for RM80 which I think is a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take pictures, but then again, you know. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no camera :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-3537798026606907438?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3537798026606907438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=3537798026606907438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3537798026606907438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3537798026606907438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-hard-floors-and-too-little.html' title='Rock-hard floors and too little blankets.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-2810791091224489676</id><published>2008-11-30T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:04:54.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially single again :|&lt;br /&gt;I guess all my friends were right, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;rushed into this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really know each other very well when we started out. And because of that mistake, it tore us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, actually. I just want to apologize to him for not giving us another chance.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just tired of trying to "work it out".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-2810791091224489676?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2810791091224489676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=2810791091224489676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2810791091224489676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2810791091224489676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-is-enough_30.html' title='Enough is enough.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-9168128669776187081</id><published>2008-11-30T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:00:21.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>All worked-out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Mirotic - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have changed my blog layout, again. I just couldn't make up my mind about what I wanted. &amp;amp; I also have not been updating. Sorry :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been absolutely hectic. I crashed at 3 different places. I lugged around my bag filled with clothes for a week. And because of that, the clothes I wore were always crumpled up or had a musty smell :/ But anyway, I stayed over at Khei Qi's place for a night to help out with the booklet and door gifts. The next night was at Beh Beh's place, also to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to my aunt's place to help out at my cousin's pet shop. They had moved from their previous location and were opening soon somewhere else. So I helped out with cleaning out the mess and stuff. It was very tiring and I actually slept early every night. Then, I went back to Beh Beh's place and stayed for another night. I practiced my piece that I was going to play for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The booklet, door gift and performance is for Ms Beh's tri-annual charity recital. It's a big thing so I've been helping out as much as I could. I have to get a new dress and shoes for my preformance since the dress code is semi-formal/smart casual. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went for Twilight on 27th Nov, of course. We had bought a total of 21 tickets for 21 people. It was awesome. A lot of parts were cut out though and Rob Pattison is still not hot to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for one post. Here are some pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomlXaC-I/AAAAAAAABsM/NTgxg5ABEOs/s1600-h/Image0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomlXaC-I/AAAAAAAABsM/NTgxg5ABEOs/s320/Image0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463494423055330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My newest niece, Megan Roselyn Lim :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomgRAzTI/AAAAAAAABr8/ReMiPQv8qYQ/s1600-h/Image0044.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomgRAzTI/AAAAAAAABr8/ReMiPQv8qYQ/s320/Image0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463493054057778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite cat of all, Igor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomOHUMfI/AAAAAAAABr0/P677F-BPXQg/s1600-h/Image0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomOHUMfI/AAAAAAAABr0/P677F-BPXQg/s320/Image0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463488181547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a plastic bag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKol2T-ZAI/AAAAAAAABrs/sbNFPqneXBA/s1600-h/Image0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKol2T-ZAI/AAAAAAAABrs/sbNFPqneXBA/s320/Image0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463481792193538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; with the sexiest pose he could ever give ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo-UbBiZI/AAAAAAAABsc/vfP2cRssdes/s1600-h/Image0031.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo-UbBiZI/AAAAAAAABsc/vfP2cRssdes/s320/Image0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463902191683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;showing off his fatness :p&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomvXOd0I/AAAAAAAABsE/ODCdEwnFtGM/s1600-h/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomvXOd0I/AAAAAAAABsE/ODCdEwnFtGM/s320/Image0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463497106650946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew, Cian David Horsely Ling. Looks cute when he's asleep right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo_O6mu1I/AAAAAAAABss/9G6-p_T7rm8/s1600-h/Image0038.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo_O6mu1I/AAAAAAAABss/9G6-p_T7rm8/s320/Image0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463917893401426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even cuter when he's awake ;p&lt;br /&gt;"How bout a cute face for Auntie Dee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo-42d7XI/AAAAAAAABsk/c4vqi9nNz1Y/s1600-h/Image0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKo-42d7XI/AAAAAAAABsk/c4vqi9nNz1Y/s320/Image0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463911970467186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aww, you're so adorable darling :DD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKp9YyTeHI/AAAAAAAABs8/hLRsd1MHmgc/s1600-h/Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKp9YyTeHI/AAAAAAAABs8/hLRsd1MHmgc/s320/Image0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274464985694828658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you (:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKp9uTAnAI/AAAAAAAABtE/l-qrKRHungo/s1600-h/Image0041.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKp9uTAnAI/AAAAAAAABtE/l-qrKRHungo/s320/Image0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274464991469149186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwwwww (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : Sorry I sound so dead in this post. I'm really tired :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-9168128669776187081?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9168128669776187081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=9168128669776187081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9168128669776187081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9168128669776187081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-is-enough.html' title='All worked-out.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/STKomlXaC-I/AAAAAAAABsM/NTgxg5ABEOs/s72-c/Image0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1965277830786405366</id><published>2008-11-22T03:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:37:22.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>dance inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Poker Face by Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Feeling : Dancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes the only way to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is to go a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my whole blog layout, and I even did the header myself. I know its not very professional or whatever, but I'm still working my way through learning Photoshop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have abandoned my blog for a week. But I have a good reason, though, which simply is : I was busy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Fly FM's 3rd Anniversary party thing. It was more of a concert than a party but it was still awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every minute of it with my friends ♥&lt;br /&gt;Bands that performed were Bunkface, One Buck Short, Bittersweet, Estranged, Meet Uncle Hussain and Seven Collar T-Shirt. And the other performers were The KL Stompers, Jaclyn Victor and Faizal Tahir. Some were boo-ed at, but most were perfect :D&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice, despite the stench of sweat from everyone, and the occasional pushing around from the guys who were "moshing". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, I am really glad that I got to meet Mooky from One Buck Short again. And Bunkface's lead singer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4LXIo3I/AAAAAAAABoY/EKAwYOilLPU/s1600-h/3rdflyniversary143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4LXIo3I/AAAAAAAABoY/EKAwYOilLPU/s320/3rdflyniversary143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233431517832050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mooky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu3xvDS7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/RuNLolgCl3E/s1600-h/3rdflyniversary137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu3xvDS7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/RuNLolgCl3E/s320/3rdflyniversary137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233424638823346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Buck Short ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu3gxkGZI/AAAAAAAABoI/-P9x9oNjtZ4/s1600-h/3rdflyniversary135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu3gxkGZI/AAAAAAAABoI/-P9x9oNjtZ4/s320/3rdflyniversary135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233420085959058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love You, Moooooooky :D&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvI9-PZVI/AAAAAAAABo4/BdoIm0PGYbM/s1600-h/l_f29affbab76a4f7e8588c97615dd8b32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvI9-PZVI/AAAAAAAABo4/BdoIm0PGYbM/s320/l_f29affbab76a4f7e8588c97615dd8b32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233719981532498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ever-famous Phat Fabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvIxj3pyI/AAAAAAAABow/Rptwoxf3Apw/s1600-h/l_cb7cbb90334d4ce586e8694d93f04d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvIxj3pyI/AAAAAAAABow/Rptwoxf3Apw/s320/l_cb7cbb90334d4ce586e8694d93f04d77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233716649699106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4Ybmh_I/AAAAAAAABoo/db16_tO4lhQ/s1600-h/l_0cb5d3b7e3954edba37f5fe7310b0e3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4Ybmh_I/AAAAAAAABoo/db16_tO4lhQ/s320/l_0cb5d3b7e3954edba37f5fe7310b0e3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233435026229234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunkfaceee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4bf5nVI/AAAAAAAABog/V7nHGL2Y5Zc/s1600-h/l_0bfe7cdf0af44244ab51f36aebf5af84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4bf5nVI/AAAAAAAABog/V7nHGL2Y5Zc/s320/l_0bfe7cdf0af44244ab51f36aebf5af84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233435849563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Uncle Hussain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvJFBQrnI/AAAAAAAABpQ/P9l-yO1Z9Ho/s1600-h/l_20e34750de264e7891908e7956e58b3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvJFBQrnI/AAAAAAAABpQ/P9l-yO1Z9Ho/s320/l_20e34750de264e7891908e7956e58b3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233721873247858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam definitely had fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvJLD0oYI/AAAAAAAABpA/uV1Rh_-_9dA/s1600-h/lkol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScvJLD0oYI/AAAAAAAABpA/uV1Rh_-_9dA/s320/lkol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233723494605186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So did I ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other than that, I went swimming at dad's place and met some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Qi, Bing, Hill and I planned a farewell party for Mat. We bought him a shirt from OU and made him a card. I'm so sorry the card was hideous, Mat. I didn't have enough time -.-&lt;br /&gt;We had Korean BBQ in SS2 and spent time at the pool and Beh Beh's place (:&lt;br /&gt;I used his DSLR alot. His Canon EOS 400D to be precise ;p&lt;br /&gt;He taught me a lot of stuff about it, so I understand how to use one much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxoQeL-LI/AAAAAAAABqQ/_sRhHnVdOQs/s1600-h/DSC03229.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxoQeL-LI/AAAAAAAABqQ/_sRhHnVdOQs/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236456546564274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxoNu_kkI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZioaXbrMNXs/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxoNu_kkI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZioaXbrMNXs/s320/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236455811748418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mat's DSLR *pictures from his blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxnCqMVZI/AAAAAAAABqA/XLOhvnJLRlA/s1600-h/D_D80_31.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxnCqMVZI/AAAAAAAABqA/XLOhvnJLRlA/s320/D_D80_31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236435658954130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxY2FM-cI/AAAAAAAABp4/hCQmrv20KD4/s1600-h/D_D80_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxY2FM-cI/AAAAAAAABp4/hCQmrv20KD4/s320/D_D80_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236191764412866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYzehg5I/AAAAAAAABpw/73TNFS2DIoo/s1600-h/D_D80_10.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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYzehg5I/AAAAAAAABpw/73TNFS2DIoo/s320/D_D80_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236191065310098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYSEOd7I/AAAAAAAABpo/zCvUUbnyzqc/s1600-h/D_D80_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYSEOd7I/AAAAAAAABpo/zCvUUbnyzqc/s320/D_D80_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236182096639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYDg7rTI/AAAAAAAABpg/Bp-JhiMhmNA/s1600-h/D_D80_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxYDg7rTI/AAAAAAAABpg/Bp-JhiMhmNA/s320/D_D80_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271236178190511410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScxXsd8QcI/AAAAAAAABpY/3A0uGer9J5o/s1600-h/591px-Canon_EOS_400D_9510.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the other camera pictures are shots of my favourite DSLR, Nikon D80 (:&lt;br /&gt;It costs RM3,288.00, to be exact, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and Thursday the 27th is inching closer, and so is Twilight the movie :DD&lt;br /&gt;Just to let everyone know, I'm on team Jacob Black. Simply because he's hot and Edward's just too good to be true. And I have proof that Jacob is hotter than Edward! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, just compare THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc0AFBCGtI/AAAAAAAABqw/uJJfttf4WYg/s1600-h/up.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc0AFBCGtI/AAAAAAAABqw/uJJfttf4WYg/s320/up.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271239064811608786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to THIS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_1Cie7I/AAAAAAAABqg/Se0QF58QL2E/s1600-h/11355566_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_1Cie7I/AAAAAAAABqg/Se0QF58QL2E/s320/11355566_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271239060522957746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry to say, they totally destroyed his hotness by adding long hair :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_ro9DwI/AAAAAAAABqY/5LwkiMamGLs/s1600-h/11355201_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_ro9DwI/AAAAAAAABqY/5LwkiMamGLs/s320/11355201_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271239057999728386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_7lYQJI/AAAAAAAABqo/7lIqGFkVQ3o/s1600-h/h.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScz_7lYQJI/AAAAAAAABqo/7lIqGFkVQ3o/s320/h.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271239062279700626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cast of Twilight the Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I love him, I'm posting pictures of Chace Crawford. Beauty like his has to be shared with the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08d9IuqI/AAAAAAAABrY/LQyA5xD3DWE/s1600-h/11325936_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08d9IuqI/AAAAAAAABrY/LQyA5xD3DWE/s320/11325936_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271240102298303138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08B8VQ8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/W2iD56bKvRk/s1600-h/11239500_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08B8VQ8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/W2iD56bKvRk/s320/11239500_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271240094778737602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08N4cJSI/AAAAAAAABrI/fUnKwYlVHBw/s1600-h/11226265_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08N4cJSI/AAAAAAAABrI/fUnKwYlVHBw/s320/11226265_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271240097983636770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc07wxWuhI/AAAAAAAABrA/65ChaBzg6cU/s1600-h/11100785_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc07wxWuhI/AAAAAAAABrA/65ChaBzg6cU/s320/11100785_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271240090169293330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But of course, there is no one in the world that I love more than the one and only;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08RBSA8I/AAAAAAAABrg/oEvkPjVyVbg/s1600-h/Justin+Timberlake+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SSc08RBSA8I/AAAAAAAABrg/oEvkPjVyVbg/s320/Justin+Timberlake+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271240098826027970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I haven't slept yet and its already 6.30 in the morning and I have a dental appointment with my orthodontist later. And Sam just baked muffins and I'm hungry. So till next time, adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : I spent an hour searching for pics and another hour perfecting this post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Timberlake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics credit to : MySpace Celebrity, Wikipedia, FlyFM.com.my &amp;amp; Sya.&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/1165385671187493747-1965277830786405366?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1965277830786405366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1965277830786405366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1965277830786405366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1965277830786405366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance-inside.html' title='dance inside.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SScu4LXIo3I/AAAAAAAABoY/EKAwYOilLPU/s72-c/3rdflyniversary143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7166382113730314761</id><published>2008-11-15T10:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:38:46.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Everything's been such a drag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently Listening to : About A Girl - The Academy Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently Feeling : Bored to tears :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And after a while you learn that you don't need anyone else in order to survive. No one is ever going to always be there, no matter what they say or what they promise you. You just gotta suck it up, accept it and keep on keepin' on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hey Arnold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5PZqqXH8I/AAAAAAAABoA/YnbUzWwiuJ8/s1600-h/l_993f8c1b5dbf496499af0d56daecaf7f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5PZqqXH8I/AAAAAAAABoA/YnbUzWwiuJ8/s320/l_993f8c1b5dbf496499af0d56daecaf7f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268735916437348290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heyy everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week of holidays and I tell you, I have been so bored!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so repetitive. I sleep and wake up at odd hours, like sleeping at 5am then waking up at 6pm. Or sleeping at 10pm and waking up at 6am. Yes, terrible, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I even stayed awake for 36 hours, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I go online, I eat, sleep and watch endless TV. I have even picked up my cross-stitch (yes, it's one of  those 'grandma' things) that I started back in Form One. Its been four years since I started this project and its finally showing some result (:&lt;br /&gt;As for school homework, I hardly bothered to complete them. My teachers will most probably forget like always.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited yet saddened at the same time about starting Form Five next year. Goshh, I still can't believe how time is literally flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5PMdnDolI/AAAAAAAABn4/X4JrXp8WT8c/s1600-h/Angry+Post-its.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5PMdnDolI/AAAAAAAABn4/X4JrXp8WT8c/s320/Angry+Post-its.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268735689595527762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the only action I get is during the weekends. And those are quite repetitive too. I meet up with Aqil on Saturdays, may or may not go for Teenacity, then I'm home watching TV again. On Sundays I'm at Beh Beh's place having a few laughs with my friends and then I'm home again unless my parent (whichever one I'm staying with for the weekend) decides to go somewhere for something.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am trying to make everyday its best but it keeps backfiring on me. I want to work during the hols but I have no transport since I practically live in the middle of nowhere. Then again, knowing me, I'll probably quit halfway anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathew&lt;/span&gt; will be leaving on Monday :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss him. I'll miss all those moments when we were bimbo or horny with each other. Kevin, Bing, Qiqi, Hill, Mat and me. I love these people man.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I know you hardly read my blog but I've just got to say this, I love you man, and there's definitely no regrets when we became friends. It's been almost two years already and I'll miss you to bits. Kevin has already left us all stranded so you better come back and see us ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And don't forget your SLR HAHAHAHAH ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I customized my blog a bit, coz I was getting bored of the previous look. I spent about an hour searching for a new blogskin but I decided it would be too much of a hassle rather than just making a few tweaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5OGQp52HI/AAAAAAAABnw/b3ejRq37q48/s1600-h/inkheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5OGQp52HI/AAAAAAAABnw/b3ejRq37q48/s320/inkheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268734483526965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the other things I've been doing online this week was looking at new movies coming soon. I was so excited when I saw&lt;a href="http://inkheartmovie.com/"&gt; Inkheart &lt;/a&gt;the movie trailer!&lt;br /&gt;It's a book I read when I was Form One or Two when my cousin brought it back from England for me. It's about a man, Mo, who can breathe life into everthing that he reads. Then he discovers his daughter has the same magic. Only, he never reads out loud again because he lost his wife when he was reading aloud to her. She got sucked into the book, into another world. When Dustfinger, one of the characters Mo read into reality came to find him, Meggie (I think that's the daughter's name) and Mo have to go into the book to save her mother :)&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if what I just said made any sense at all, but do watch the movie when its released. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I already read Inkspell, the sequel but I seriously can't wait for Inkheart, due for release in Jan 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND TWILIGHT IS COMING!&lt;/span&gt; 27 NOV 27 NOV 27 NOV!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo excited. I'll be booking tickets, so whoever wants to watch with me, just let me know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's enough excitement and blabs for one post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Fly FM's party in a few hours, so yay, finally some fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and good luck to my Form 5 friends taking SPM (:&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm kinda late but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : AD and Fuzzie are FINALLY out! * does victory dance* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo, denise (:&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/1165385671187493747-7166382113730314761?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7166382113730314761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7166382113730314761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7166382113730314761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7166382113730314761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/everythings-been-such-drag.html' title='Everything&apos;s been such a drag.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SR5PZqqXH8I/AAAAAAAABoA/YnbUzWwiuJ8/s72-c/l_993f8c1b5dbf496499af0d56daecaf7f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-281019332359977620</id><published>2008-11-07T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:06:06.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Kelsey - Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Nostalgic? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRPVvjgoW-I/AAAAAAAABno/ZAm-mRpNuWU/s1600-h/IMG_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRPVvjgoW-I/AAAAAAAABno/ZAm-mRpNuWU/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265787402288913378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation by Vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school for 2008. I really can't believe that Form Four is over. So much has happened. Photography, skipping classes, exams, boring assembly(s), dating in school, incomplete homework, all memories that will never fade. I loved Form Four ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been yet another year of my life that has passed. I'm still studying in a school I don't really like but I'm still friends with people I love. The year literally seemed to just fly by. It feels like it was just last week when it was the first day as a Form Four, and yesterday seemed like half a year has already gone by. Its already November :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what significance this year was in my short life of sixteen years?&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that leaves a mark ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I managed to be the photographer for my school. Hopefully they'll ask me to be Head Editor next year ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had four relationships. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually convinced my Malay, non English-speaking friends to improve their English by reading the Twilight series. Now they can't wait for the movie to premiere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made a lot of new friends. So many that I can't remember their names ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I've matured mentally and definitely physically x)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had 3 hamsters, a cat and a dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School exams were not a pleasant thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chopped my hair after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 11 month old camera was stolen at Summer Splash :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy moved to a new apartment. Goshh it's been a year already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for things that I wanted to do but never got the chance to ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook without complaining about the heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy an SLR camera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start learning Lukisan Kejuruteraan. I'm starting next year. Hopefully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass Add Maths -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to Miami/Paris.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my Grade 7 practical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to church more often :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Gossip Girl season 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying realy quickly. Everything is happening in such a huge blurr. Are you living everyday to its fullest? I know I haven't. Most days were spent online, eating and sleeping. I never really did anything productive and my year end exams were not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish time would slow down for me to do the things I want to do while still in high school before the real stress starts pouring in. Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live your life to the maximum, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-281019332359977620?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/281019332359977620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=281019332359977620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/281019332359977620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/281019332359977620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-we-look-back-now-will-our-jokes.html' title='When we look back now will our jokes still be funny?'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRPVvjgoW-I/AAAAAAAABno/ZAm-mRpNuWU/s72-c/IMG_2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7554122301696454207</id><published>2008-11-05T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:02:18.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Some things are just not meant to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : If I Were A Boy - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRFPSFKMqFI/AAAAAAAABnY/V89PetB-7DE/s1600-h/Camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRFPSFKMqFI/AAAAAAAABnY/V89PetB-7DE/s320/Camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076611414009938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you'd like. What do ya do? You laugh, you know, I'm not saying I don't cry... but in between... I laugh."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garden State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for a week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYY!&lt;br /&gt;How was Halloween for everyone? I spent it at home watching The Simpsons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, my week has been quite eventless. I went out on Saturday with friends and all. And that was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought with Aqil though. I hope we can pull through. Maybe I'm just not meant to be in a relationship yet. I can't seem to be satisfied. I know its unfair to him for me to be so selfish. But I'm just not happy. I'm trying, I really am. But I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my dearest grandpa was robbed outside my grandma's place. The two Indian robbers slashed his head and took his phone and money. Such a horrible thing to do to a man of his age, isn't it? He was already inside the house porch but they still came in to rob him. He had over 30 stitches and 2 torn arteries. But he's fine now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a small kid steal a bottle of Coke when I was waiting in the car for my mum. He had already paid for the stuff he needed. And as he was walking away he looked kinda doubtful. Suddenly, he turned around and went to the store's fridge and took out a bottle of Coke. He glanced around quickly and put the bottle into his plastic bag. The store owner didn't see because he was dealing with some other customers.  I was laughing my head off. I was looking at the boy because he was my friend's younger brother and he was really cute. I wasn't really surprised though. That boy has 8 siblings altogether and they're really poor. Why not enjoy a bottle of Coke for free, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those were the very few unimportant events in that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;I have one more day of exam tmrw :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the holidays to come. And good luck to all SPM candidates ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7554122301696454207?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7554122301696454207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7554122301696454207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7554122301696454207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7554122301696454207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-things-are-just-not-meant-to-be.html' title='Some things are just not meant to be.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SRFPSFKMqFI/AAAAAAAABnY/V89PetB-7DE/s72-c/Camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5636047110424054517</id><published>2008-10-30T22:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:18:37.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Race Asia 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HENRY AND BERNIE ARE OUT :((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize in advance for the following immaturity :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I DO NOT LIKE VINCE AND SAM AT ALL AND AND AD AND FUZZIE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OUT AGES AGO. I DO NOT WANT TO WATCH THIS DAMN SHOW ANYMORE COZ HENRY AND BERNIE ARE OUT :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GEOFF AND TISH SHOULD JUST GO HOME AND ARGUE THEIR HEADS OFF AND IDA AND TANIA ARE JUST LUCKY! I HATE THIS SHOW :((&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE ALLAN WU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I aplogize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-5636047110424054517?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5636047110424054517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5636047110424054517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5636047110424054517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5636047110424054517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-race-asia-3.html' title='The Amazing Race Asia 3'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4551909449011247298</id><published>2008-10-28T03:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:55:44.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Beauty is made of complete chaos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Miss Independent - Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Feeling : Excited :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't like using words like forever &lt;/span&gt;but I will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;until the end of today, and in the morning when I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;everything you are,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know I'll fall for you all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SQazFD6z9mI/AAAAAAAABm4/R6gjpu3E_Dg/s1600-h/L0ve_by_darkeningXrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SQazFD6z9mI/AAAAAAAABm4/R6gjpu3E_Dg/s320/L0ve_by_darkeningXrainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262090114161702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm back!, and I would like to apologize for not blogging for such a long time. And I would also like to apologize for such a heartbreaking post before abandoning my blog :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are looking just great.&lt;br /&gt;Some top things to be happy about :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SQa2qNRtAsI/AAAAAAAABnI/wCfHAz8M7-U/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SQa2qNRtAsI/AAAAAAAABnI/wCfHAz8M7-U/s320/untitled.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262094050863678146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exams are almost over, I only have one more subject to go&lt;br /&gt;2. Aqil and I hit 2 months last Monday&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to church after 2-3 months :p&lt;br /&gt;4. I've fully recovered from coming-and-going fevers&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm alive? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house had no water for a few days, a few weeks back. That was seriously some nightmare. It was like living in a cave. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad but try not bathing and washing your hair for 3 days and tell me how you feel about that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that's over and I'm glad my house if fully fueled with water. I was having a fever for a few days last week too, during my exams. I skipped school on Thursday and have to retake my Moral exam this week, on Friday. I don't actually have any exams this week so technically I don't have to go to school at all seeing its the Deepavali holidays. Speaking of which, HAPPY DEEPAVALI to everyone, although I don't think anyone who reads my blog celebrates but oh well, its Malaysia, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend with my dad this week. I went to the Curve and spent about RM100 plus buying clothes for my mum, my sister and myself :D I had fun though, I hardly get to spend money shopping anyway. Its always window shopping. Anyway, there goes another batch of money I was supposed to be "saving" for my camera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really find it weird that I really want this camera but I just can't seem to keep the money to buy it. I thought about asking all my family members to skip buying me stuff for Christmas which usually end up under my bed without use, and all pitch in to buy me a SLR camera. But I'm not sure I should coz it costs quite a lot. Oh well. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something random,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is that sort of person who jokes with the waiter/waitress to make their job harder/easier. He's also the sort of person that is really protective over my sister and I that he finds the idea of leaving us alone in a shopping complex without parental supervision absolutely absurd and impossible. Oh, I mean I totally understand with what, all those creepy rapists walking around Pavillion and all those kidnappers waiting to jump on Sam and I at every corner. Geez. C'mon, I guess its okay to take precautions but being overprotective? Nevermind, I could go on all day about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : I used to think that only adults were allowed to used pens. Apparently they don't make silly mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Denise ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4551909449011247298?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4551909449011247298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4551909449011247298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4551909449011247298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4551909449011247298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-is-made-of-complete-chaos.html' title='Beauty is made of complete chaos.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SQazFD6z9mI/AAAAAAAABm4/R6gjpu3E_Dg/s72-c/L0ve_by_darkeningXrainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4421549736287722017</id><published>2008-10-12T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:53:45.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The only people that tear happy people down are those that are unhappy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Hot 'N Cold - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Confused :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How can I fix my life if I don't even know where I went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SPFqvp_7ELI/AAAAAAAABmw/WgKV4xo2opY/s1600-h/z153443595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SPFqvp_7ELI/AAAAAAAABmw/WgKV4xo2opY/s320/z153443595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256099607078441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're telling someone else what's on your mind; a problem, a mistake or whatever it is, that someone would say, "Oh, I know how you feel, I understand", or something like that, right? Well, if they say it, and they DON'T understand how you feel, are they helping? The only way to understand how someone feels in a situation, is to have gone through that kind of ordeal. Which is why you should always say, "I'm not gonna say I know how you feel, coz I don't". All I'm trying to say is, be honest when you're helping someone. Just putting up a caring face without sincerity will just add oil to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you get cut, you bleed and you hurt. You add all sorts of medicine to make the pain go away. After awhile the cut will heal itself, but there will always be a scar. And sometimes things that happen will remind you of how you got cut in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the same with heartbreaks? You cry and hurt. You do all sorts of stuff to make the pain go away. After awhile, the heartbreak goes away, but it will always be there. And sometimes things that happen will remind you of how you got heartbroken in the first place. Is there such a thing as getting over someone completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I imagine my whole life falling apart right in front of my eyes. It all seems so real that when I snap back to reality, the sting in my heart is still there. I even dream sometimes. Its scary to imagine the worst that could happen to you and at the same time, the worst seems so possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So appreciate everyone around you while you have them. For those who has family member who are long-term smokers, please ask them to go for a medical check-up. I know this post sounds like some ceramah but its true. I'm glad that my life is all in place, but hey, things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4421549736287722017?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4421549736287722017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4421549736287722017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4421549736287722017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4421549736287722017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-people-that-tear-happy-people-down.html' title='The only people that tear happy people down are those that are unhappy.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SPFqvp_7ELI/AAAAAAAABmw/WgKV4xo2opY/s72-c/z153443595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1758781468622116541</id><published>2008-10-09T15:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:06:57.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The best of us can find happiness in misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening To : Angel in the Night - BassHunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Feeling : Brain Pain x|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO23gUHn4MI/AAAAAAAABmQ/H6hT_HBX87U/s1600-h/2jcvm07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO23gUHn4MI/AAAAAAAABmQ/H6hT_HBX87U/s320/2jcvm07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255058105995616450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. and I'm not ashamed of it."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWILIGHT MOVIE TRAILER IS OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;WATCH WATCH WATCH &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=39180808"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FREAKING AWESOME DON'T BE DUMB JUST CLICK OKAYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm not sure if the link works. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Elviyo89RSc"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; another one, only it's got the stupid news guy messing up the whole thing. But the trailer is so effing exciting that my butt's itching to watch the movie asap :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Twilight last year already, when it first came out. But it seems the craze just only started recently, all the girls calling themselves Mrs. Cullen now. HAHA. Sorry, to me, he's just too good to be true. I'm on Team Jacob Black ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think Robert Pattinson fits Edward Cullen, he just doesn't seem hot enough. Sorry but really, I think James looked much much hotter. You should know who I'm talking about if you read the book like half the world already has ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I so cannot wait for the movie to be released. I can't wait to watch Edward Cullen in all his gooey mushy lovey thing for Bella, that lucky girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO3CcV95hsI/AAAAAAAABmY/HM3rx8leueg/s1600-h/fsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO3CcV95hsI/AAAAAAAABmY/HM3rx8leueg/s320/fsdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255070132400129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I excepted Rosalie to be much hotter, I think lots of other people did too, oh well. I shall not complain anymore *zips*. And to add to the excitement, one of my favourite bands will be on the soundtrack. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARAMOREEEE!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO3Dur5d7dI/AAAAAAAABmo/MpDqnF299fc/s1600-h/Paramore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO3Dur5d7dI/AAAAAAAABmo/MpDqnF299fc/s320/Paramore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255071547036397010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha best best I can't wait :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been to school for 2 days, Wednesday and Thursday. I had a high fever on Wednesday and this killing pain at the back of my head which has been around for a few days now. It got worse on Thursday so I asked mummy to take me to the hospital for a check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DID YOU KNOW THAT GOVERNMENT HOSPITALS ARE A HUGE BORE?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I waited 2 hours just to see the doctor for 10 minutes! All she did was ask how I felt how long bla bla bla the usual stuff then said it's probably migraine from too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, stress? Exams, maybe? But ohh well. I've got my painkillers and panadol, hopefully the pain will subside.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the time waiting reading Eclipse again, and gossiping with mummy about all the people walking in and out of the emergency room. And there were a lot of kids too. I gave some of them my ChipsMore. Haha, I just love small kids, they really make my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really supposed to be studying for my exam since I skipped school for two days already. HAHA. Time to blow dust off my textbooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone, take care and good luck once again ;)&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I syg Aqil HAHA I tau you bace :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : KFC Nuggets are just a w e s o m e! Especially when they're hot and soft. Oooh, I love those :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Dee Zaster :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-1758781468622116541?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1758781468622116541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1758781468622116541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1758781468622116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1758781468622116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-of-us-can-find-happiness-in-misery.html' title='The best of us can find happiness in misery'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SO23gUHn4MI/AAAAAAAABmQ/H6hT_HBX87U/s72-c/2jcvm07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5831677246190188950</id><published>2008-10-05T10:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:41:41.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A girls heart is full of secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Sweet Tangerine - The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Body-ache :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOgu7ymHZxI/AAAAAAAABmI/UGGWHjBVuvQ/s1600-h/rara.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOgu7ymHZxI/AAAAAAAABmI/UGGWHjBVuvQ/s320/rara.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253500570056484626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it.. I don't know, maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda worn out now. I was out the whole day yesterday with friends and Aqil ;)&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my sister before meeting up with our friends and I managed to buy a top from Dorothy Perkins. How jealous I am of all those rich bratty kids who can buy 4, 5 tops from each store. No offense to anyone, though. I'm just saying. I wanted to get so many stuff but hey, what can I do, right? Money takde :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with Aqil and he looked so hott in his green shirt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me :p&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love youu gedik. I know you're reading this! :)&lt;br /&gt;And he got me this necklace with a "D" on it. He's sooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;ILY! &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, school's starting tmrw, and I'm just too lazy to go. But I will coz I miss all my friends. Haha. And school also means exams are coming up and hooray to that :|&lt;br /&gt;I won't be online during the exam season coz my mum will be taking to modem away. So I'll update after the exams. Don't miss me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and I don't have to remind you why I don't have photos for this post, right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and take care. Nerd time people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : I hate speed bumps on the highways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;denise :)&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/1165385671187493747-5831677246190188950?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5831677246190188950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5831677246190188950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5831677246190188950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5831677246190188950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-heart-is-full-of-secrets.html' title='A girls heart is full of secrets.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOgu7ymHZxI/AAAAAAAABmI/UGGWHjBVuvQ/s72-c/rara.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4752316664145539508</id><published>2008-10-02T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:36:01.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>On a second thought,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Whatever You Like - T.I&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Heavy Hearted (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to point something out.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you people out there who find that I should be treated differently just because I have a Malay boyfriend, I only have one thing to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go fuck yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny it, you know there are many of you who feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up lah, how immature are you?&lt;br /&gt;Please, accept the fact that we live in a multi-racial country.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is Malay. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEAL WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4752316664145539508?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4752316664145539508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4752316664145539508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4752316664145539508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4752316664145539508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-second-thought.html' title='On a second thought,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-8305486812041461278</id><published>2008-10-01T21:46:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:36:23.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Cool isn't a one way street.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening to : Paper Planes - M.I.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Feeling : Raya-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOORkMkRB_I/AAAAAAAABiw/Hq-UIK3leIg/s1600-h/dsfsdf.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOORkMkRB_I/AAAAAAAABiw/Hq-UIK3leIg/s320/dsfsdf.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252201641478785010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've spent so much time thinking about all the answers to the problem, that I forget what the problem actually was.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminiscing a few days ago, when I was looking through some photo albums that I kept by my bedside. They were dusty and all, but still, the images never faded. There were pictures of myself when I was just beginning to make my first few footsteps and even pictures of me in primary school. Ahh, those were the days. I can remember only a tad bit of those times. Most of them were pretty fun and definitely memorable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day of primary school in Std. 1. My mum was registering me in and she was quite busy so she told me to stay put near the playground in the school. I remember watching this cute little Malay guy named Irfan climb the monkey bars with such ease that I got jealous. Plus, I noticed that he was really cute. My first school-girl crush :D He was in the same class as I was, 1 Dinamik. Little did I know that my classmates then were going to be my best friends throughout primary school, all the way to Std 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP4m1_YYOI/AAAAAAAABmA/CllTMwfP5qo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP4m1_YYOI/AAAAAAAABmA/CllTMwfP5qo/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252314936655765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember a girl who always made my primary school life miserable. She always got her way in things and always knew how to manipulate everyone. She got everyone not to talk to me whenever she felt like it. And after awhile, she would start talking to me again, just because she felt like it. I always went home crying to my mum every time she started ignoring me again. This went on all through Std 1 till Std 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding two years, I remember a new girl coming in to our class, 3 Efisyen. I thought she looked much older than all of us. I had the empty seat next to me, so I was her first friend in that school. Whenever the girl mentioned above decided to ignore me again, this new girl was the only one that I could talk to. She didn't care about what others thought of her, she was just being a true friend to me. But I never really appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;I remember taking advantage of her whenever I was in need. I remember she would always, always be there for me. I remember saying bad stuff about her behind her back whenever I was with the "in" crowd again with the girl who controlled everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Std 4, I remember a new guy coming to our class. I was stricken by his looks the moment I saw him. We used to talk on the phone for hours even though we were only 10 years old. When he told me that he likes me after a few months, I panicked and didn't respond. Later after that, he decided to forget about me and went on to liking other girls instead. But I had liked this guy all the way to Std 6 but I never had the guts to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we used to keep "diaries". Writing about our daily lives in log books then exchanging it with our friends to read. We used to share "diaries" too. These were the ones the boys were itching to get their hands on, so they could spread all our secrets. I remember that the guys used to have "diaries" too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first few of us who had our coming-of-age and how scared we were about having periods. I remember us getting excited about the guys whose voices just broken and started getting taller and better looking. I remember those guys who "matured" mentally earlier than all of us, talking about sex all the time, making the rest of us disgusted. I remember gambling in class, playing UNO and batu seremban. I remember the first couple in school. Everyone thought they were going to get married :) I remember the unwritten rule between all of us that girls and guys are not allowed to touch each other. We were like viruses to one another. I remember "the love board", a piece of wood that everyone wrote their crushes on. I remember playing police and thief. I remember loving and hating primary school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I met my ex-crush, the one from Std 4- Std 6. He still had that walk where he looked like he was in a rush to go somewhere. He still pushes his hair back without realizing it. He still had that cheeky smile on his face that can never seem to be erased. All this just reminded me of how much I used to like him, and how sure I was that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him back then. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I also met the girl that I never appreciated properly. She is so mature now, so secure about herself. She's the kind of girl that knows what she wants and is proud of herself. She's an independent woman with nothing to fear. I'm so jealous of who she has grown to become. I miss her so much. D, you know who you are &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was pretty much a summary of my pathetic primary school life. I can't remember every bit of it, but the memory is so precious to me. I loved everyone in primary school. Some may somehow find a reason to still dislike me after so many years. I know I was not a very nice person or a true friend to many back then, but I've changed now. I mean, c'mon, it was primary school. I still do apologize to everyone of course, especially D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the present ;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to Justina, sorry for making you wait for this post for so long :D&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all PMR candidates. PMR is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kacang puteh &lt;/span&gt;compared to Form Four, okay!&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone, Muslim or not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I changed my Blogskin to something else if you haven't already noticed. It's just as simple as the previous one, only different. My profile, links and pretty much everything has been edited so do leave a comment at my tagboard, it's really stagnant! I also did Sam's blog, my sister, so go check it out. She's linked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really have to try and get some sleep now. It's 6 am and I have a full day out planned tomorrow. This "insomnia" has got to stop. Exams are near and I need my rest! -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2gVn8B0I/AAAAAAAABlI/3Y4ln3hwnCg/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2gVn8B0I/AAAAAAAABlI/3Y4ln3hwnCg/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312625865033538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is quite irrelevant. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2hCFTNCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uBU9XJRmLBk/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2hCFTNCI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uBU9XJRmLBk/s320/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312637799347234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benedict, Sue Aun, Deborah, Kartikeyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2hlyVkZI/AAAAAAAABlY/hcY7c95qg1M/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2hlyVkZI/AAAAAAAABlY/hcY7c95qg1M/s320/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312647383486866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benedict, such a cutie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2iNxXHrI/AAAAAAAABlg/e2ani_TSPfE/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2iNxXHrI/AAAAAAAABlg/e2ani_TSPfE/s320/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312658116812466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kok Weng. Nerd then, hottie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2i0ersNI/AAAAAAAABlo/OsCS4NGdQuE/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP2i0ersNI/AAAAAAAABlo/OsCS4NGdQuE/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312668507451602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Aun &amp;amp; Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1sWcLmhI/AAAAAAAABkg/PdHIg6TokTM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1sWcLmhI/AAAAAAAABkg/PdHIg6TokTM/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311732730960402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kin Sun standing, Quan Yan who hardly ever seems to smile and half of Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1tPexEDI/AAAAAAAABko/Vo4GzyacnVY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1tPexEDI/AAAAAAAABko/Vo4GzyacnVY/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311748042625074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Siang (not my age!), Ben, Chee Fai and Kieran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1tlRfaMI/AAAAAAAABkw/kRdEitmGWl0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1tlRfaMI/AAAAAAAABkw/kRdEitmGWl0/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311753892522178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1uvwZ9II/AAAAAAAABk4/n1RiYXyWxi4/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1uvwZ9II/AAAAAAAABk4/n1RiYXyWxi4/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311773886411906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian, Sue Aun, Faiz and Sulaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1vAD6oEI/AAAAAAAABlA/ulDHx_tVDu0/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP1vAD6oEI/AAAAAAAABlA/ulDHx_tVDu0/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311778263212098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheeesh I was such a nerd, LOL :D&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP3hBS-GfI/AAAAAAAABlw/JkkhyqgQkUs/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP3hBS-GfI/AAAAAAAABlw/JkkhyqgQkUs/s320/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313737099876850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebby &amp;amp; Debbie. AWWWW ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP3hwM6rLI/AAAAAAAABl4/J7nz0SvkBLg/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOP3hwM6rLI/AAAAAAAABl4/J7nz0SvkBLg/s320/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313749690952882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LeeYee, Denise, Michelle, Jocelyn, Shikin. BFFs? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course there were much more of us, I just can't find their pictures. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Random Note : I think the contestants in Amazing Race Asia 3 are seriously jakoon ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOOhKRmvBpI/AAAAAAAABjY/D5O_O626k_E/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-8305486812041461278?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8305486812041461278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=8305486812041461278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/8305486812041461278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/8305486812041461278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-isnt-one-way-street.html' title='Cool isn&apos;t a one way street.'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SOORkMkRB_I/AAAAAAAABiw/Hq-UIK3leIg/s72-c/dsfsdf.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-3644104464197478271</id><published>2008-09-22T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:14:17.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I rock so hard, you roll :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Skyway Avenue - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Lethargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At some point, you have to make a decision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries,&lt;br /&gt;don't keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other people out,&lt;br /&gt;they fence you in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is messy, that's how we're made.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can waste your lives drawing lines,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can live your life crossing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I would just loooove to emphasize on how much I HATE sitting in a bus when there's no air-conditioner. Especially in the mornings when I've already combed my hair nicely in such a way that it'll keep the teachers quiet. But noooo, there are just some people who have to open the damn windows like there's no fucking tomorrow and let all the damp cold wind blow at our faces. NO, it's not comforting, its dirty, cold, smelly and it screws my hair up! I'm sorry but I've just got to let this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now since's that's done,&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Aqil and my family was okay. No, actually it was perfect :D&lt;br /&gt;My family loves him, as he was polite and had that perfect-kind-of-boyf attitude that I've never seen before. We watched the Liverpool vs Stoke City match in the house and my grandfather took him to the LRT Station to go home at about 11 plus. Everything was fine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh btww the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt; match was worth watching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sign off, Kylie's tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a huge fan of football. I play sometimes, but I watch more often. And I looooove Chelsea :D&lt;br /&gt;2. I may/may not have insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't speak Chinese to save my ass but I can understand it. Especially when my family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kutuks&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depan-depan&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like using the internet in the dark. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5. Majority of my closer friends are Malays and I'm not ashamed to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love pigging out in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;8. My camera was stolen during Summer Splash 08 and I want it back :(&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to travel the world, take pictures of cultures in different countries like India, China, Thailand, Africa and so on.&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to help stop global warming.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have eczema. Look it up.&lt;br /&gt;12. I cry easily, even the soppiest commercials can make me tear.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm afraid of fire.&lt;br /&gt;14. I used to take ballet for about 5 years but I couldn't stand it so I dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;15. I like Malay guys but I can't stand Mat Rempits xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tag,&lt;br /&gt;No one :)&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know people dislike doing tags nowadays. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-3644104464197478271?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3644104464197478271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=3644104464197478271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3644104464197478271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3644104464197478271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-rock-so-hard-you-roll-p.html' title='I rock so hard, you roll :p'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6991616831381166826</id><published>2008-09-19T13:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:53:45.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hold on to your words coz talk is cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening To : Change - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Very Hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The only logical reason that people talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind your back is because you're already ahead of them. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SNNCWfLFlqI/AAAAAAAABFI/d7U1yRnruX4/s1600-h/l_165a9c5896bfa5b3b180aec4d7816a93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SNNCWfLFlqI/AAAAAAAABFI/d7U1yRnruX4/s320/l_165a9c5896bfa5b3b180aec4d7816a93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247610944909317794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey everyone. I'm sorry for not blogging for such a long time. Everyday I'm thinking, I should blog today but I just never got around to doing so. But anyway, here I am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, nothing much has happened these past 2 weeks. I went out with Aqil again, I studied in school like normal and just lived my life like every other teenager. I come online for about 4 hours a day, bang on my piano for about an hour or so, eat in front of the television while watching movie after movie, attempt to work out on the treadmill thingy, sing loudly on the shower and yeah. Basically, every day's the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out at all! I want, no wait, scratch that. I NEED to go shopping. I'm so deprived of window shopping or splurging all my money on something that I don't need or that will be gathering dust in my closet. It's been 4 to 5 months since I bought something other than groceries for my mum. And since I've been complaining non-stop to Aqil, he promised he'll take me raya shopping this Saturday. Which is tmrw. YAAAAY! Hahaha :p He's the sweetest thing ever, always working both ways just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also currently so addicted to The Academy Is... and We The Kings. They're brit pop bands and they just make awesome music. Check out their videos on YouTube or ask me for their best songs :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though its the puasa month, I'm doing everything but puasa. HAHA. In fact, I've been pigging out more than ever. Breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, supper and 3am snacks. Ice cream and chocolate cake, pasta, instant noodles, more ice cream, hot milo with Hup Seng crackers, mooncakes, chicken pies, char siew paus, chocolate and pretty much everything that's in my kitchen. And the bazaar Ramadhan is not helping either. I go down at least twice a week with my sister and we always come back with our hands full of plastic bags with kuihs in them. I'm getting fatter when I'm trying to slim down more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is tomorrow, I'm bringing Si Boyfriend to my aunt's house to buka puasa with my family. And he's going to get to see me gobble down all the yummy food my aunt never fails to prepare. Can't wait for that, eh -.-  It's going to be awkward seeing him sitting at the dining table with Chinese people all around him eating food he probably hasn't seen in his life. But I'm sure it'll be fun. I hope. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've finally completed my zoo. Haha, no, I'm just kidding. What I mean is, in addition to my 4 year old dog which still looks like a puppy, I recently adopted a cat named Monkey and my sister bought a hamster named Sniffles. SUPER DUPER CUTE! Haha. And they all get along pretty well. At least they don't attempt to eat each other. I'll upload pictures of them soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's our one monthiversary whatever tomorrow! I'm so excited :p&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stuff happening tmrw. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note : I MISS TAKING SHIT LOADS OF LAME SYOK SENDIRI PICTURES OF MYSELF!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I want my camera back :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;denise(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6991616831381166826?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6991616831381166826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6991616831381166826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6991616831381166826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6991616831381166826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-on-to-your-words-coz-talk-is-cheap.html' title='hold on to your words coz talk is cheap'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SNNCWfLFlqI/AAAAAAAABFI/d7U1yRnruX4/s72-c/l_165a9c5896bfa5b3b180aec4d7816a93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1654359191381289287</id><published>2008-09-07T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:12:15.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Make up your mind la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Pissed Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SMLzmz_kXQI/AAAAAAAABFA/3QjB3FJFKnA/s1600-h/2828415817_157c881f1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SMLzmz_kXQI/AAAAAAAABFA/3QjB3FJFKnA/s320/2828415817_157c881f1d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243020764330089730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SERIOUSLY, IGNORE THE HUGE JUGS AND FAT ARMS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I finally got a chance to spend the whole day with Aqil and our friends. It was a lot of fun but that's not what I wanted to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I went out to meet Aqil, my dad insisted that he took me to KLCC and meet my boyfriend. And YES my parents finally agreed that I was old enough to have a steady boyfriend, as long as studies are first and we don't go over the line. And by that they meant sex. HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywayyy, all I really cared about was thier approval of Aqil, and since my dad didn't complain much after meeting him, other than the fact that Aqil was Malay, I assumed he was okay with me dating Aqil. Now all was left was for my mum to meet him and for me to get her approval. In fact, I have no idea why I want their approval, I guess it just helps me sleep better at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from the day I told my parents about Aqil until the day my mum finally gets to meet him, this is what happens. She threatens me. How? Like for example, that night when I was on the phone with Aqil at about 1am plus, when it was a freaking weekend and the whole damn house was awake, she said that if Aqil continues calling at night like this, she'll get the wrong impression of him and I can forget about seeing him. I was seriously WTF-ed at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, just now, (its5.30amnowI'llexplainlater) I was super savers-ing with Aqil when she walking in on us and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise, what did I say about talking on the phone in the middle of the night? Give me your phone now.&lt;/span&gt;" So I had to hang up, and turn off my phone and give it to her. It's okay, I understand, it WAS my fault, after all. But the thing I can't stand most was that later, in her room, she told my sister the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Aqil continues calling in the middle of the night, I'm going to get the wrong impression of him" WTFFF I'm so phucking shit pissed off about this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Look, if she really sincerely wants to give us her approval, then okay. But if she keeps saying stuff like that, it only seems like its an obligation on my part for her to give us her approval. I don't know if that makes sense but what I'm trying to say in simple words is, if she wants to like him, then like him. If she doesn't want to, then just say it to my face. I'm not rolling on the floor crying my eyes out for her approval, I just would appreciate it if I could get it. I don't understand why she has to give me such a hard time when all I want to do is just have some fun with a guy that I really really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and btw, about the part where I explain why it's 5.30am, I just had my braces done. My dentist changed the wires and they effing hurt like shit right now. I can't sleep at all plus the fact that Aqil is most probably freaking out as to why my phone's turned off without explanation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting everything, Aqil and I made plans to study at the National Library next weekend so I can pull up my grades. My mum said if I'm failing this year-end exams, she's taking away my phone and modem. No way that's happening man, I'll go crazy. So yeah, Aqil's offered to help me study coz did I mention that HE'S A FREAKING GENIUSSS?? He's got like almost straight A's for his mid-term exam. Shit you, Aqil. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh and raya's coming up, he invited me to his house to meet his parents. HAHAHA takot oh ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-1654359191381289287?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1654359191381289287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1654359191381289287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1654359191381289287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1654359191381289287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-up-your-mind-la.html' title='Make up your mind la!'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SMLzmz_kXQI/AAAAAAAABFA/3QjB3FJFKnA/s72-c/2828415817_157c881f1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1678902957443715199</id><published>2008-09-02T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:34:13.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Please,</title><content type='html'>All I ask is that you guys don't judge me after reading the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take anymore suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-1678902957443715199?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1678902957443715199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1678902957443715199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1678902957443715199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1678902957443715199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/09/please.html' title='Please,'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7011026552380558752</id><published>2008-08-27T15:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:19:49.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently Listening to : Unbreakable - Fireflight&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Very full o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SLUNNwHUiwI/AAAAAAAABEY/EvxFphGsxys/s1600-h/Sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SLUNNwHUiwI/AAAAAAAABEY/EvxFphGsxys/s320/Sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239108271420508930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm here to finally clear the air about my relationship with Hafis, the boy that I apparently loved so much, and who apparently loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a third person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I was. I didn't want to be. I felt disgusted with myself the whole time. I knew it would just kill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the other girl&lt;/span&gt;. But he promised he would leave her, and I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; enough to trust him and became &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; to all his words. I did many things for our relationship to work. None of which I will mention. But NOOO it had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing to do with sex&lt;/span&gt; okay. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, he never really treated me nicely. I was constantly crying myself to sleep like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;, thinking about the last&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hurtful&lt;/span&gt; remark he made at me. We hardly spoke to each other, and when we did it was only briefly. We didn't message much coz he didn't like texting. I can go on and on about why we weren't a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two months together, I knew it in my heart that he won't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave her&lt;/span&gt;. So I ended it. Being a third person in his relationship took a huge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional toll&lt;/span&gt; on me. What was worse is that I could see his girlfriend writing all those sad stuff about him cheating on her on her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. And I could imagine the hurt I would feel if I were in her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I left him. And now he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hates &lt;/span&gt;me. Well I can't blame him really. I DID &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promise &lt;/span&gt;never to leave him bla bla bla but I just couldn't take the way he was treating me and also the fact that he was probably using me to break up with his girlfriend. So yeah, he hates me, and never wants to see my face ever again. He also regrets knowing me and he'll never want to meet anyone like me again. I'm a liar, and can never be trusted again. And NO, there's no way we shall ever be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things he said to me after the break up really hurt me and bruised my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; big fat ego&lt;/span&gt; so I cried quite a lot. But there was this guy who was there for me. He called me and talked to me and assured me that everything was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a friend for almost 6 months but we've never met. He's really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;and the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caring &lt;/span&gt;person I know. So we finally decided to meet up. He turned out to be really tall, nicely built, sweet smile, blurrish face, cute hair. HAHAHA. Okay, getting to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he has had a crush on me for a long long time. And honestly? I felt the same for him, I just didn't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realise&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? He asked me to be his girlfriend and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed me&lt;/span&gt; after that ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how happy I was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you may think whatever it is you want to think of me, but yes, I have a new boyfriend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohammad Aqil,&lt;/span&gt; you're the only one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7011026552380558752?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7011026552380558752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7011026552380558752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7011026552380558752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7011026552380558752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SLUNNwHUiwI/AAAAAAAABEY/EvxFphGsxys/s72-c/Sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-3426205541215008094</id><published>2008-08-18T03:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:49:13.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Olympics 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Listening to : Closer - Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Feeling : So-so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, Malaysia finally got a medal, although it wasn't gold, but hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei &lt;/span&gt;did his best and we're all proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I were jumping in our seats as we watched the match. Haha, Lin Dan was super good, and gave no mercy at all. But I think Lee Chong Wei could have done better. Oh well, I was kinda looking forward to listening to our national anthem if we won gold :D&lt;br /&gt;It would have been our first gold ever in the Olympics eh. How awesome would that have been lol.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, does anyone know when softball/baseball will start? And also that dancing thing with the ribbons? What are those called again? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed them match, here are some pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEjQGmKQI/AAAAAAAABDw/kqRv6o1YkoQ/s1600-h/82391449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEjQGmKQI/AAAAAAAABDw/kqRv6o1YkoQ/s320/82391449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580307971123458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lin Dan was super happy when he won. I think he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kecoh sangat&lt;/span&gt; laa, he knew he was gonna win whaat -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEjoUF6pI/AAAAAAAABD4/7X_KCy3aRMc/s1600-h/82391728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEjoUF6pI/AAAAAAAABD4/7X_KCy3aRMc/s320/82391728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580314470181522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEji_9hDI/AAAAAAAABEA/kH-gb0MWuFY/s1600-h/82391938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEji_9hDI/AAAAAAAABEA/kH-gb0MWuFY/s320/82391938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580313043567666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEkLfFa_I/AAAAAAAABEI/ztc6iCji3-k/s1600-h/82392434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEkLfFa_I/AAAAAAAABEI/ztc6iCji3-k/s320/82392434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580323911527410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEkGDrmFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3BwoO6YAUwU/s1600-h/82393540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEkGDrmFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3BwoO6YAUwU/s320/82393540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580322454411346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go Lee Chong Wei! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got this off Beatrice's blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you think you eat more than you should?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I do. Too much for lunch, too much for dinner and always too much for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is your favorite meal?&lt;/span&gt; Lunch, I have no idea why. Always looking forward to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What did you have for dinner today (or yesterday)?&lt;/span&gt; Hokkien Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your favorite dessert? &lt;/span&gt;I like ice-cream. And brownies to go with that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Can you cook well?&lt;/span&gt; I hate fire, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Are you a fruit or veggie person?&lt;/span&gt; Both. I eat healthy when I can ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What is your favorite restaurant to go to?&lt;/span&gt; Anything that serves good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Do you feel comfortable with your weight? &lt;/span&gt;No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Are you vegetarian or vegan?&lt;/span&gt;  Erm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Describe your normal eating habits.&lt;/span&gt; I eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How much do you find yourself thinking about sex?&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA quite often, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Are you a virgin? &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If not, who did you lose your virginity to and when?&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you believe you should be in love to have sex? &lt;/span&gt;Of course. How dumb not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Have you ever cheated on your significant other?&lt;/span&gt; Oh, erm. No comment lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What's the first thing you look for in a boy/girl? &lt;/span&gt;Fashion. No idea why. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you have any special fantasies? &lt;/span&gt;Woooh, yes I dooo ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Have you been in lust more than love?&lt;/span&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Would you have sex with more than one person?&lt;/span&gt; At one time? Hahahah noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Who have you lust for?&lt;/span&gt; For me to know, For you to not know :D [Ayat Beatrice :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/span&gt; A SLR camera la grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Does money play an important part of your life? &lt;/span&gt;Of course. Same goes for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What are your goals for the future? &lt;/span&gt;I wanna be useful. Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you think money is more important than love? &lt;/span&gt;Oh, not to me. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If you were given one million dollars right now, what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt; FIRST THING'S FIRST. A SLR CAMERA LAA FCKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Has anyone ever called you spoiled or greedy? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, but I'm not thnkuvrymch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do your parents have a lot of money?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. How much money do you spend in one week?&lt;/span&gt; I try to save as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do/would you share with people that are less fortunate?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Have you ever robbed someone?&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Have many people called you lazy?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, teachers, friends, parents and even my sister. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How much sleep do you get at night?&lt;/span&gt; 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you often take naps in the middle of the day? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, coz I only sleep 3 hours every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What was the most depressing time of your life? &lt;/span&gt;Exams + a break up. At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What is the best way to relax?&lt;/span&gt; Singing at the top of my lungs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Would you consider yourself more of a follower or leader? &lt;/span&gt;Leader. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Would you consider yourself a caring person? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I care alot about stuff. Even petty stuff. Coz those are the things that matter most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What time do you go to bed at night?&lt;/span&gt; Erm, school nights about 2. Holidays, I hardly sleep. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What do you waste most of your time doing?&lt;/span&gt; Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Would you rather go out somewhere or stay home?&lt;/span&gt; GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Who was the last person you were upset with?&lt;/span&gt; My grandfather. Still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is the meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone? &lt;/span&gt;Ohh, loads of stuff. Most of them in primary coz I would just do stuff this girl would tell me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt; Sorry to say, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Are you angry a lot? &lt;/span&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What was the last thing that made you mad?&lt;/span&gt; Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Have you ever been in a physical fight with someone? &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA yeah. Funny now, to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Has there been a time that you wanted to seek revenge?&lt;/span&gt; Loads of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is your biggest pet peeve? &lt;/span&gt;What's that? lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. How do you express your anger and frustration? &lt;/span&gt;Screaming into a pillow or just crying till I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Is it easy for you to forgive?&lt;/span&gt; Too easy. But it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Who are you most jealous of?&lt;/span&gt; No one really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What is something you want that your best friend has?&lt;/span&gt; Her brains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is one thing you think you are lacking in life? &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm, that's a good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you think of yourself as an envious person? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I am. But I always always hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How would you consider yourself lucky?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Unlucky?&lt;/span&gt; Most of the time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Have you ever felt sorry for yourself?&lt;/span&gt; Hardly ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Overall, do you think you have everything you need?&lt;/span&gt; For now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is there anyone that has been envious of you?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, and she actually told me :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you want a better life than what you have?&lt;/span&gt; Well, honestly, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your best physical feature?&lt;/span&gt; My boobs. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What do you like most about your personality?&lt;/span&gt; I'm too friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning? &lt;/span&gt;15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you wear a lot of make-up?&lt;/span&gt; I never used make-up. Natural beauty bebehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. How often do you go shopping?&lt;/span&gt; It's been tooo long mann. Crapp. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are your looks very important to you? &lt;/span&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Would you ever like to be a model?&lt;/span&gt; Nope, stressful la for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What could be improved about your body?&lt;/span&gt; My weight x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do you think that you’re better than others?&lt;/span&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What is your most embarrassing moment?&lt;/span&gt; Waaaay too many to bother remembering them :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-3426205541215008094?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3426205541215008094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=3426205541215008094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3426205541215008094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3426205541215008094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-2008.html' title='Olympics 2008'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKiEjQGmKQI/AAAAAAAABDw/kqRv6o1YkoQ/s72-c/82391449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7464008198758185128</id><published>2008-08-13T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:51:17.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>cheer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKLX7tSgCqI/AAAAAAAABDo/sQrmc0y-BCA/s1600-h/l_396f9bbf6897512ea620ed4fc69d0ceb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKLX7tSgCqI/AAAAAAAABDo/sQrmc0y-BCA/s320/l_396f9bbf6897512ea620ed4fc69d0ceb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233983137727384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my friends and I at Cheer 2008.&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand why I chose to hang out with these people, but hey, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;They're my friends and I would prefer not to discriminate between races.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, my Chinese friends or my ex-DJ friends were somehow too "shy" to say hi to me.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there were more people but they haven't arrived yet. For the picture, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! ;)&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/1165385671187493747-7464008198758185128?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7464008198758185128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7464008198758185128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7464008198758185128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7464008198758185128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheer-2008.html' title='cheer 2008'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SKLX7tSgCqI/AAAAAAAABDo/sQrmc0y-BCA/s72-c/l_396f9bbf6897512ea620ed4fc69d0ceb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-606375152303805614</id><published>2008-08-08T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:16:42.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>where were my true friends? :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening to : Cobra Starship - Guilty Pleasure on repeat&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Hungry :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mzvDbvxonk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mzvDbvxonk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE this song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came here to make you dance tonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you&lt;br /&gt;shut up cause we won't stop&lt;br /&gt;and we're getting down till the sun's coming up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I was just being silly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography with the help of Rafiq was done in a week.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky he had the sudden need of studying, therefore rushing to finish photography.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we make an awesome team&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things with the boyf are much much better.&lt;br /&gt;We're back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I can see him really soon cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss him loaaads&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, sayang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my friend, he finally called me :D&lt;br /&gt;I guess he missed me as much as I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm was really glad he called&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"thank"&lt;/span&gt; all my friends who had been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;And that would make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm just as surprised that the people I expected to call, or message or IM me, didn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;Not even to ask how I was feeling or lend a shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; really have any true friends.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some are just too busy with their own lives that they couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't be bothered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for being such "true" friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people KNOW who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there were people who I didn't expect to care, cared.&lt;br /&gt;They were really nice, doing everything they could to understand me, even though they didn't know me well.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people, I owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out who my true friends were, and I didn't really like the results.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; life isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-606375152303805614?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/606375152303805614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=606375152303805614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/606375152303805614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/606375152303805614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-were-my-true-friends.html' title='where were my true friends? :|'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-8420631414835961744</id><published>2008-08-04T16:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:40.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>some people have it so easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Listening To : Walk Away - Paula DeAnda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Feeling : Awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJbArO1mJdI/AAAAAAAABDA/u88q8YEp3io/s1600-h/Bad+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJbArO1mJdI/AAAAAAAABDA/u88q8YEp3io/s320/Bad+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230579866187212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; does life give you things that are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so amazing, so awesome&lt;/span&gt;, that it makes you feel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; complete&lt;/span&gt;, and maybe for once, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;truly happy&lt;/span&gt;? But of course, there's a catch; it only lasts for awhile. Such a short while that you only manage to get&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a small taste of its beauty&lt;/span&gt;, just like an orgasm. It's just for the moment. And once you're addicted, life takes it all away, just like pulling a tablecloth from underneath everything, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creating a huge mess&lt;/span&gt;. It takes it all away, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaving you in the cold and the mud&lt;/span&gt;. Alone, with nothing else to put a smile on your face. Its like a beautiful day with the sun shining and all you can think about is that wonderful day you're gonna spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the one you love most&lt;/span&gt;, and all of a sudden the rain starts to pour down, washing away any glint of having fun. Or like you're gambling your life's savings coz things are looking good, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucks on your side&lt;/span&gt; and you feel great. But suddenly the tables turn around and you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lose everything&lt;/span&gt;. One moment, you're on top of the world, confident that there's nothing that can pull you down. Then gravity, or in other words; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;, strikes, and you land face down in the gravel and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hearing, "Enough with the emo-fied  metaphors already, get to the point!". But really, all those above is what I feel right now. I really felt that way, that everything was taken away from me. Could it be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;? Have I done something to deserve this heavy feeling in my heart? Maybe I did this to myself. Or I should have known things were way too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things were going awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I finally finished my photography duties in school, it was now up to the Head Editor to finish up everything. I've done my part. I had skipped loads of classes because of this, causing me to fail miserably in my exams. One month later, and I'm finally catching up with my studies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but my boat was still sinking&lt;/span&gt; and the water level in it was not going down much. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was doing whatever I could to stay afloat&lt;/span&gt;. I've made a promise to myself AND my teachers that I'll do whatever I can to improve my grades. I even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had counsellings&lt;/span&gt; for heaven's sake! I thought that that wouldn't be so impossible, I'd just have to lessen my online time and start sweeping the dust off my textbooks. And of course, pay more attention and STOP SLEEPING IN CLASS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooo, some stupid law in this universe decided that I'm not allowed to have a normal student life. Guess what? Today, my Head Editor shoved a list of classes and societies that pictures need to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RETAKEN.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;-TA-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REEEEE TAAAAAYYYYY KERRRRRRRN. &lt;/span&gt;BOOOOM, there goes any chance of even showing up in class. And the worse part is, the Form 5's and Form 3's will NOT be taking part. Why? Simple. &lt;span&gt;PMRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span&gt;SPMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;! Rawrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's one big huge problem. WHYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY.SCHOOL.NEEDS.MORE.PHOTOGRAPHERS.THANKYOUVERYMUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the tip of the iceberg. MY BOYFRIEND is not helping at all. I made a mistake, the kind of mistake that you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; should have thought twice &lt;/span&gt;before making that decision. But I didn't think twice. Why? I have no idea either. Then I made another mistake, one that I was S T U P I D enough to make. And now my boyf doesn't even want to look at me. Well, technically, he can't coz he lives miles away. But what I mean is, he doesn't treat me the way he used to. Maybe he doesn't realize how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him&lt;/span&gt;, how much he means to me and what I would do to bring things back to normal. It's been a month and a week. That's not very long, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he stole my heart, and I'm not intending to take it back&lt;/span&gt;. But why he's treating me like this, I have no idea. You may think he's just having a bad time, but I'm all ears and he just won't say anything. Not even "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;" when he hangs up the phone. Not even those "I love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more than anything else&lt;/span&gt;" messages that he sends to me at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; three in the morning&lt;/span&gt; for me to read when I wake up for school. Those messages absolutely makes my day. I smile the whole day everytime I think about it, and nothing spoils my mood. Well, none of those anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. Is he playing me? Have I made a mistake? I'm not ready for another heartbreak. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you, Hafis&lt;/span&gt;, but why are you doing this to me? Its no use anyway, he doesn't even know what a blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through all this, I have this friend, who has been there for me a lot. But he told me he wanted to be more than friends. I told him I couldn't cos my heart was already with someone else. And he couldn't accept that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he left me&lt;/span&gt;. I can't treat him as more than a best friend. But he's gone now. And I know he's not coming back anytime soon. He was my shoulder to lean on whenever I had times like this, and now he's gone. I miss him more and more every minute and I'm just waiting for his phone call :/ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please call me, D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may all think these are just petty stuff, but these are the little things that is carving holes into my heart, making more holes in my already-sinking boat. And I can't swim. Not if I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;All I need is someone to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me that they love me&lt;/span&gt;, and that I'm not all by myself. I've been waiting for that one person to get me back up on my feet and wipe away my tears and say that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being silly&lt;/span&gt; and that everything's gonna be okay. Where is this person that I need so much?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHERE ARE YOUU? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feeling extremely awful, I'm not a pessimist, I still can put on a fake smile :D&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; truly happy about one thing today, which is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJcpZsbVkpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8Q5WcyOdclI/s1600-h/DSCN1760d%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJcpZsbVkpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8Q5WcyOdclI/s320/DSCN1760d%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230695013613408914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;LEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;KHEI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;QI'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15TH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgg, dear I'm so sorry I'm being such a self-centered emotional bitch on your birthday. You know I love you right sayang ♥ !&lt;br /&gt;Have fun getting ready for PMR HAHAHAHHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; we'll go shopping one day and buy each other b'day presents yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you okayy! muahh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and fyi that picture was taken donkey years ago. My hair was still long -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and btw,&lt;br /&gt;Panic At The Disco is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;performing tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I just found out yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANNAAAA GOOOOOOO! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJcqUpyCBHI/AAAAAAAABDY/5ap5yHfRexI/s1600-h/PATD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJcqUpyCBHI/AAAAAAAABDY/5ap5yHfRexI/s320/PATD.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230696026515571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COULD I NOT HAVE KNOWN EARLIER :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang bodoh. I'm such a terrible fan!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE DURIANS OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They rock. Love the smell. Dunno why others hate 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my braces colour again. They're now&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;light blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;light green &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news is, I'm TRYING to talk to my ex again. I mean, why not right? What's wrong with being friends with the guy who stole my heart and tore it into a million pieces? No, I don't see anything wrong with that picture. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, perhaps I AM going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with tears and fake smiles,&lt;br /&gt;denise(:&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/1165385671187493747-8420631414835961744?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8420631414835961744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=8420631414835961744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/8420631414835961744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/8420631414835961744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-have-it-so-easy.html' title='some people have it so easy'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SJbArO1mJdI/AAAAAAAABDA/u88q8YEp3io/s72-c/Bad+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7329019617802461047</id><published>2008-07-29T18:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:40.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Chelsea FC vs Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Listening to : Say (All I Need) - One Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Feeling : Disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SI7wcYgC6sI/AAAAAAAABC4/qcMPx-DMMsQ/s1600-h/Malaysia+kena+sepak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SI7wcYgC6sI/AAAAAAAABC4/qcMPx-DMMsQ/s320/Malaysia+kena+sepak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228380587827587778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SI7wQqPeCJI/AAAAAAAABCo/hEjGPe6S-0Y/s1600-h/Chelsea+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SI7wQqPeCJI/AAAAAAAABCo/hEjGPe6S-0Y/s320/Chelsea+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228380386431469714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chelsea FC  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ALL know who's gonna get their butt kicked right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOOOOOVE CHELSEAA WOOOOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see carefully enough, it says Persatuan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kena&lt;/span&gt;sepak Malaysia not Persatuan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bola&lt;/span&gt; Sepak Malaysia :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AM disappointed &lt;/span&gt;that I don't get to see my FAVOURITE football club live in action :|&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EZRUL&lt;/span&gt; has fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and Hsu Yan's tag x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.What are your goals/dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be an architect, to travel the world and for now, OWN A SLR CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The most happiest thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing? Well, the thing that makes me happy is well, erm, actually just my family and true friends. They're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lime green&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; light green :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you have a crush now? How did you know each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh I do and we met through my ex. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Where do you wish to go the most? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, China and India. "Coz it's CULTURAL LIKE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is your weakness that you can't stand the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get hardly get angry and when I do, it's only for the moment and that makes people think they can step all over me. I also have this soft spot for anything pitiful, even sad commercials can make me cry. I also procrastinate too much. But hey, wiseman says procrastinators are leaders of tomorrow x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What will you do if you face something sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, I'll just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Most afraid to lose..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY. And friends. Also my phone. And virginity ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What is the practical target within this 5 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish up my Grade 8 for piano, do well in my SPM, and get into an awesome college or university. Yes, very kwai, I know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Ask yourself, do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm fine with myself, there's nothing that I regret doing and I won't hate myself if I met myself on the street :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Thunder by Boys Like Girls. This changed occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.What weird things that you wish to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird? Erm, I'm not that creative right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.What age do you wish to live until?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I happily can ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. You Hate which type of people the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbers and hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Are you satisfied with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What do you wish to do the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO FOR THE MATCH IN SHAH ALAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.Prefer to be alone or in group?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be in a group, but sometimes you can be in a room full of people and still feel alone. So it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.If you can have a wish, what will you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wish for more time to think about my wish. Really, I wouldd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.What are you doing at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing this thingg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.Have you found yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The five people I wish to know more about is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew Woo so that he has another reason to blog,&lt;br /&gt;Sofea cos she tagged me many times :)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Woo , when he can,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie cos I miss her,&lt;br /&gt;And You ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7329019617802461047?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7329019617802461047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7329019617802461047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7329019617802461047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7329019617802461047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/chelsea-fc-vs-malaysia.html' title='Chelsea FC vs Malaysia'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SI7wcYgC6sI/AAAAAAAABC4/qcMPx-DMMsQ/s72-c/Malaysia+kena+sepak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5700250185593240779</id><published>2008-07-28T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:35:48.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>bring on the thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening to : Thunder - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling : Period Cramp Pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're unlike any other&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't wanna ever love another&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain, bring on the thunder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boys Like Girls - Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO POST A VIDEO OF THE SONG BY BOYS LIKE GIRLS BUT YOUTUBE IS STUPIDDDDD. NUFF SAID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;[insert video here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this song is kinda old, and loads of people are already over its awesome-ness but I don't care coz this song just rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;Listen listen I don't know how just listennn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my weekend was fairly boring.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Teenacity and just stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in late on Sunday and went for piano like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having period cramps like crazy right now I can't even walk properly I'm just gonna sleep so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-5700250185593240779?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5700250185593240779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5700250185593240779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5700250185593240779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5700250185593240779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/bring-on-thunder.html' title='bring on the thunder'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5326256426862616472</id><published>2008-07-25T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:41.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Deezastrous :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening to : The sound of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood : Excited! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SIlzUbIjFLI/AAAAAAAABCc/yNQsF_HuBq8/s1600-h/z155916562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SIlzUbIjFLI/AAAAAAAABCc/yNQsF_HuBq8/s320/z155916562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226835637258359986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky of me to not have a camera on the day that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JAPANESE STUDENTS VISIT MY SCHOOL. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, there were 16 students from Japan visiting my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lousy screwed-up school&lt;/span&gt; which miraculously became not-so ugly after hearing news of these "visitors". We had a whole day gotong-royong yesterday, repainting walls and replacing things that needed to be replaced. Just for these cute Jap students. I was really really excited as&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; MY CLASS &lt;/span&gt;was chosen to chaperon these students around the school. As soon as they got off the bus, my heart leaped when I saw how smallish and cute these Jap girls were. There were 15 girls and one miserable boy. HAHA. But anyway, we got around to making friends with them eventually but it was difficult coz they didn't understand much English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school was nice enough to get the Zapin, Dikir Barat, Kompang, Silat and even the traditional Indian dance groups to perform for our guests. They didn't really seem to enjoy it though. Haha. But then after the performances, THEY CHANGED into their kimonos and did a routine too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; I WAS SO OMGWTF-ED AND BAFFLED! They looked like they could hardly walk in their kimono while doing their own cultural dance. Then after makan we taught them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to play congkak &lt;/span&gt;and some Sarawak game. After spending three hours mostly signing autographs and taking pictures, they left :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SIlw1Qy2PjI/AAAAAAAABCU/KwfACJPweQI/s1600-h/z156481014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SIlw1Qy2PjI/AAAAAAAABCU/KwfACJPweQI/s320/z156481014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226832902883786290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schoolmates took loads and loads of pictures with these girls. I managed to get some emails and phone numbers. But I can't imagine myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trying to explain&lt;/span&gt; what I'm saying to them over the phone -.-  But I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously damn pissed &lt;/span&gt;coz I didn't have my own camera to take pictures with them. So I tried to squeeze in as many pictures as I could. I will uploads asap. They have really cute names too, some that I remember are, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Areesha, Nachika, Natsumi, Anni, Naoko,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Naomi &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was today. I had lots of fun and I'm really tired now. *Sigh how I miss my camera. Those girls were really really cute. Oh, and if you're wondering bout that one miserable guy, he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT HOT&lt;/span&gt; like those Jap guys you know. HAHA KESIAN HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, you know that guy I like from church? I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gave up&lt;/span&gt; coz I realised that I don't stand a chance coz I hardly see him, and also he already likes someone else.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'd hate to be a third person.&lt;/span&gt; BUT there's also another reason. There's this guy I met through a friend, and we're really close. I DID like him but not as much as I like the guy from church. This guy was really nice to me, and I could tell that he really cared. Last month, he asked me "the question". AND I SAID YES :)&lt;br /&gt;SO YAY, a new relationship. I really really hope this lasts. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, HAFIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. He's Malay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lovelovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Denise ;)&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/1165385671187493747-5326256426862616472?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5326256426862616472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5326256426862616472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5326256426862616472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5326256426862616472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/deezastrous.html' title='Deezastrous :)'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SIlzUbIjFLI/AAAAAAAABCc/yNQsF_HuBq8/s72-c/z155916562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-4195522111354593048</id><published>2008-07-22T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:18:35.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>malas nak update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Currently Listening to : Cartoon Heroes - Aqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mood : Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Denise Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sisters:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah who's also my best friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers:&lt;/span&gt; TAKDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; I think its a 6 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not too short or too tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live:&lt;/span&gt; SEPANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast:&lt;/span&gt; Roti Bakar. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane :&lt;/span&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swam in the ocean: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, and been to the beach as well. Love it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen asleep in school:&lt;/span&gt; E V E R Y D A Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone's heart: &lt;/span&gt;Ermm, yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell off your chair: &lt;/span&gt;HAHA, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;/span&gt; No, I call people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved e-mails: &lt;/span&gt;The funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like:&lt;/span&gt; Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate cake xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had Chicken pox: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah when i was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat:&lt;/span&gt; OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitches:&lt;/span&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's right beside you:&lt;/span&gt; Telephone, Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I kinda do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like picnics:&lt;/span&gt; Sure, they're fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with:&lt;/span&gt; Haha can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last made you smile:&lt;/span&gt; A phone call with Azree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You last yelled:&lt;/span&gt; In class to no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk to someone you like:&lt;/span&gt; Yeahh almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: &lt;/span&gt;SECRETTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get sick: &lt;/span&gt;What get sick? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talked to an ex: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Best feeling in the world:&lt;/span&gt; Sex. HAHA. No meh? Oh, and LOVE too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, my oversized Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's under your bed:&lt;/span&gt; EMPTYY SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you really hate : &lt;/span&gt;CIKGU TOOOOOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time is it now: &lt;/span&gt;4.22 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Qs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you want children :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you smile often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOO IT SCREWS UP WHEN I WANT IT TO BE NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, too short and stumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's. I'm jealous of her duvet okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: I can't wait till :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I see him again. BWAHAHAHAHA :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, most people think I'm snobbish. I'M NOTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Do you have any pets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Scottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Have you ever crawled through a window?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. THAT WOULD BE A SCENE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Can you handle the truth?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Are you too forgiving?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Are you closer to your mother or father?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Who was the last person you cried in front of ? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. I hate crying in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:How many people can you say you really loved?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Minus my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Do you eat healthy? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't. AT ALL. Trying to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that why people cry most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azree! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q:Are you confident? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sofea.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyway, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SKIPPED SCHOOL TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DENISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-4195522111354593048?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4195522111354593048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=4195522111354593048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4195522111354593048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/4195522111354593048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/malas-nak-update.html' title='malas nak update'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-2660818178819482569</id><published>2008-07-15T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:41.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>1st tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHxnU6gXwzI/AAAAAAAABB8/isa4uba4DF8/s1600-h/Breeze+by+LaraJane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHxnU6gXwzI/AAAAAAAABB8/isa4uba4DF8/s320/Breeze+by+LaraJane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223163276843008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 10 people to do this survey&lt;br /&gt;Answer these questions honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[ACT 1 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Are you allowed to have a bf/gf ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allowed ? What a weird question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Randomm :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Who would you pick , someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who really loves me, coz I would rather the person I love be happy without me if he doesn't want me (dunno if that makes sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 . Have you ever loved someone BEFORE but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Does it feel good to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, while it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. God is giving u just 5 more minutes to live, IF you love someone special what will you say to that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm dyingg! SAVE MEEEEEEEEE :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What will you say to someone who doesn't want to believe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHA, tak caye sudahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.What's your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get a life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.What can you say about playboys/playgirls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[ACT 2 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Best place to cry ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God. Bwahahah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Tell us your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YEAHH. Teachers especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAST PERSON]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a beer with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mum. HAHA. Well, it was just shandy so yeah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the movies with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talked on the cell phone with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hafis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You hugged ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hafis too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You yelled at ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hafiz and Khuzai for screaming in the bus ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed someone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAH SECRETTTTTTTTTTT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing/Sang/Sung ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danced crazy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, thanks to my new iPod :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Think of the last time you were angry. Why were u angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not an angry person :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. You will die in 3 mins. Last call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY must you talk about dying and not living? Pessimist !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE CREDITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAAH YEAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Are you old fashioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not love them back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I do not love them backk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What things would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,  I tagged no one cuz this tag is just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, sorry Sofeaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, since that's donee.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much this week &lt;- that's a liee. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ulu Yam with my mum for her work thingg. Some 4x4 Jamboree thing. It was muddy, and smelly and not fun! Well, okay, it was kinda funn. But I was forced to play tug-of-war so that was the only fun thing. HAHA. Other than that, it was pretty boring, there no no hot guys! And I had to skip Teenacity, and didn't get to meet himmm :/   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on Sunday was awesome though. I went for cheer. For those who don't ALREADY know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Shirtliff &lt;/span&gt;won. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dynamitez &lt;/span&gt;were second :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I met loads and loads of people. TOOOO MANY people actually. Too many to mention. But I met people I haven't met in a long time, people who i missed, people who I see too much of, and new people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People people people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And cheerleaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was just a w e s o m e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, no camera : no pictures  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Denise (:&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/1165385671187493747-2660818178819482569?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2660818178819482569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=2660818178819482569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2660818178819482569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2660818178819482569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-tag.html' title='1st tag'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHxnU6gXwzI/AAAAAAAABB8/isa4uba4DF8/s72-c/Breeze+by+LaraJane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6266581487274736165</id><published>2008-07-10T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:18:24.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>my sweet sixteen :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WAS BORING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it WAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school like usual, had my stupid add maths and biology exam, went for recess as usual and went home as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get flour-ed (Thank God) but still, that would be something different.&lt;br /&gt;Came home as usual, took a nap as usual.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yes it was like every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to thank everyone who wished me ;)&lt;br /&gt;Late or not, I still love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;So thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love Azree for cheating and calling me at 11.55 and talking to me till 12.15 causing a traffic jam on my call waiting list :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, I love you la bodoh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6266581487274736165?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6266581487274736165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6266581487274736165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6266581487274736165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6266581487274736165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sweet-sixteen.html' title='my sweet sixteen :)'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-2408836914779484224</id><published>2008-07-07T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:42.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>yellow kaler :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHXU5xzzHI/AAAAAAAABB0/UeWv4b3xGlA/s1600-h/DSC03011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHXU5xzzHI/AAAAAAAABB0/UeWv4b3xGlA/s320/DSC03011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220190197206207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea what I was doing LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I did last Saturday. I woke up kinda late, and then got ready for my dad to pick me up. I was going to the dentist's to check on my braces :DD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we arrived at the dentist, I wanted orange braces but there was no more , so I had to go with yellow, hence the title :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a mamak stall for something to eat. And there was this stupid inconsiderate car that caused us 10 minutes waiting for a parking when we could just have parked there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDHpWDZI/AAAAAAAABBU/y2Q_f6Sc2a8/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDHpWDZI/AAAAAAAABBU/y2Q_f6Sc2a8/s320/DSC02996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220188792179527058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left for church and like we do everytime before we go to church, we stop by the tandas even though we don't have to pee. Haha. Camwhores. Biasa la tu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDfyzy3I/AAAAAAAABBc/LMijUCTHbO4/s1600-h/DSC02997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDfyzy3I/AAAAAAAABBc/LMijUCTHbO4/s320/DSC02997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220188798661675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was awesome, as usual. You wanna know more bout my church, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenacity.theactschurch.org/blog/index.html"&gt;teenacity :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's updated every week by our very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey Chew&lt;/span&gt; who never fails to tell us a detailed 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDoLcJwI/AAAAAAAABBs/RNHz5Z4535Q/s1600-h/DSC03004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHWDoLcJwI/AAAAAAAABBs/RNHz5Z4535Q/s320/DSC03004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220188800912467714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Inkkie my sayang :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was normal, I woke up really late, like I always do when I stay with my dad. Then I went for church. My dad and I like almost the same kind of music and we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both shouting the wrong lyrics to Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt; in the car while my sister was irritated as hell. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, piano was like normal, but I arrived late. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathew Woo&lt;/span&gt; decided to show off his stupid SLR  so now I hate him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH and I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; finally have my own iPod&lt;/span&gt;, jiejie Jill bought me one for my b'day. Which is tmrw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tmrw, but I have to cos we're having our exams :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna get flour-ed :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-2408836914779484224?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2408836914779484224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=2408836914779484224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2408836914779484224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2408836914779484224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellow-kaler.html' title='yellow kaler :)'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SHHXU5xzzHI/AAAAAAAABB0/UeWv4b3xGlA/s72-c/DSC03011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-2393555580932295415</id><published>2008-07-05T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:34:10.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>its</title><content type='html'>3.47 in the middle of the night and I'm not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel naughty. HAHAHAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO , I'm not gonna be watching porn , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt; ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, dentist appointment tmrw, gonna be changing to orange colours ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-2393555580932295415?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2393555580932295415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=2393555580932295415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2393555580932295415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/2393555580932295415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/its.html' title='its'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-3194109098699780940</id><published>2008-07-04T14:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:42.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>oh, crappy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SG3Fg0cx8QI/AAAAAAAABBM/7NHXZeSnXOA/s1600-h/Sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SG3Fg0cx8QI/AAAAAAAABBM/7NHXZeSnXOA/s320/Sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219044710818115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :)&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to come and try to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;To see if I could blog without giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , let's start. Today, something somewhere decided I should be in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crappy&lt;/span&gt; mood today, so I was. I was crappy when I waited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the bus, crappy when I was standing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; the bus and crappy when I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off &lt;/span&gt;the bus. I was just crappy. And for no particular reason at all. When I got to school, I was crappy when there was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stupid bacaan Yaasin thing&lt;/span&gt; the Muslims do on first Fridays of the month which causes 30 minutes of stoning for me. I was crappy when there was almost a spot check, my nails are super long right now, also making it hard for me to type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crappy when Puan Khalijah, the teacher I hate most&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wouldn't believe I lost my karangan book&lt;/span&gt; and made me take out all my books so I couldn't hide it. When the actual fact was, I really didn't lose it, I just left it at home on purpose so I wouldn't have to pass it up. Speaking of which, I have three 500+ words per karangan to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crappy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I couldn't sleep&lt;/span&gt; during Chemistry cos all the others were too busy singing and making noises. My teacher wasn't around and that was the perfect time for me to sleeeeep! But no, my classmates decided today would be the day that they attempt to perfect their horrible singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also crappy when during recess I realized &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgot to bring any money&lt;/span&gt; in all my crappy-ness. So I kindly asked Faris my recess partner to belanja me since I do it for him all the time but he too was crappy today and said he also didn't bring any money in his crappy-ness. So the both of us just sat there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling crappy and hungry&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crappy when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to skip Moral&lt;/span&gt; after recess but Puan Norani caught me and not only made me pass up my undone homework but also made me erase the whiteboard. On normal days, I would be happy to do so, but I just felt c r a p p y today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I still feel kinda crappy now and to make things worse&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have no credit&lt;/span&gt; to call anyone to complain. Oh well, I guess that's life la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, I managed to finish my post :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, that's an achievement. Yay me ;)  &lt;- yes, not so crappy-ish. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-3194109098699780940?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3194109098699780940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=3194109098699780940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3194109098699780940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/3194109098699780940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-ive-decided-to-come-and-try-to.html' title='oh, crappy-ness'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SG3Fg0cx8QI/AAAAAAAABBM/7NHXZeSnXOA/s72-c/Sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7997226921833917918</id><published>2008-07-01T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:42.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGoUrVkdOZI/AAAAAAAABA4/OCqA1Yvha1g/s1600-h/Blocks.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGoUrVkdOZI/AAAAAAAABA4/OCqA1Yvha1g/s320/Blocks.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218005853019126162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you have noticed , but there's a difference in my old blog , and my new one . Yeah , there is . Not in the way I write , or how often I update , but a difference in me . It's something big , it's something that represents how I chose to live my life . I changed , because of a reason .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what this huge fuss is about , and you haven't already realised ,  I used to be a HUGE bitch . Yeah , a bitch . That's because I used to change my crushes like I was changing underwear . I would talk and rant about a guy for a week or so ( and NO , that's not how often I change underwear ! ) , then when I tell him I like him but he doesn't like me back , or I just get bored , I'll just move on to the next available , good-looking guy . Really , the thought of that kind of attitude makes me disgusted at my own self .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what changed me ? This was what changed me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this new guy in our school earlier this year . He was tall , extremely good-looking, a shuffler ( I liked shufflers at that time hahahaha ) , and he hung out with my group of friends at that time . At first , we were just friends , we hardly spoke to each other except when we occasionally asked each other to belanja something ( if that makes any sense at all ! ) .  I would steal glances at him as many times as I could , and I found myself really enjoying his company .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the day , it a Saturday and our school had the Annual co-curriculum meeting . So my sister and I went , but we did mostly lepaking at the playground near our school . In this playground , was a concrete landing where we all sat laughing and joking around . Then someone put on some shuffle music and the above said guy started shuffling away .  My best friend asked me to join , so I did ( yes , amazingly enough I can shuffle without falling or looking like a fool , yay ! ) . We all ended up landing on top of each other laughing . When the guy helped me up , that was it . I felt that stupid spark telling me I officially liked him . And I know it was such a stupid thing to fall for , but it must have been something in the way he looked at me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days , we would talk even more and spend more time with each other even though we were in different classes . Then there was one day , I told my best friend , who also happened to be closest to him at this point , that I liked him . So being the blabber mouth my friend was , he told that guy I liked him . After that , I tried as much as I could to avoid him , I had no idea why , I usually liked to spend more time with the guy I liked . But anyway , one day , his sister told MY sister that he likes me too . I was really really happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , one day in a packed corridor after recess , I walked pass him and he called out to me . He said that he wanted to meet me after school , at the usual place we hang out at . I was super stunned and I just stammered out an "Okay." . He prolly thought I looked weird standing with an O on my face . But ANYWAY , after school , I rushed out of the class and half walked , half ran to the place . I sat next to him and asked what was up . He asked why have I been avoiding him and my heart fluttered at the thought that he noticed I have been avoiding him . And I couldn't answer so I just smiled and looked down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked for quite a bit when he finally popped the question. This was how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So , Ezrul told me you liked me . Is that true ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Erm , did he ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah he did. *smiles that stupid smile that had got me into this situation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , I guess I kinda do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh really , that's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Haha yeah , it is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay , I'm just gonna get to the point , I like you too , so will you be my girlfriend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , no I didn't faint , but I felt like it . Anyway , of course I said YES ! Btw , the conversation was in Malay , I just translated it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first two weeks were just amazing . He said he was in love with me , I was just on top of the world . After a while , I made the biggest mistake ever . I fell in love with him too . He was c o n s t a n t l y  on my mind , and I would spent every waking second without him thinking about when I was going to see him again . I loved the moments we were together , holding hands and him telling me how cute I was while pinching my cheeks . I was seriously in love . I told him everything about me and he told me everything about him , including that he smokes . My picture was on him MySpace and his picture was on mine . We called each other everyday and sat together everyday in the canteen . We were kinda inseparable . And lots of people hated it . People talked about us and some girls really bitched about me . But hey , I didn't care , they were just jealous .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Sports Day . A few days before that , he was already showing signs of being bored with me so I tried my best to make him happy . But during the whole of Sports Day in the stadium , he totally ignored me . I couldn't take it so I walked up to him while he was playing a game on his phone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah, hey. *without looking up from his game*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What's wrong ? Are you okay ? I'm kinda worried about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's nothing, Dee, I'm fine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Really , then , why are u avoiding me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Is that it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah , I'm playing my game, can you talk to me later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , you've been playing your dumb game the whole day , can we talk now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*looks up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Can I help you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm your GIRLFRIEND , why are you doing this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What, do you wanna break up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*looks down* Do you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , no , unless there's a perfectly good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think I'm not ready for a relationship Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why ? Did I do something wrong? Please , I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No , Dee , its got nothing to do with you , I love you too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then WHY ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't know , I just can't be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What ? Cos other people don't like us together ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kinda .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why do you care bout what they think ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't know Dee, I just DO . Is it okay that we break up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well , I don't see logic in staying in a relationship with you when you already don't want me , so fine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's not that I don't like you anymore , I still do , I just can't be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it . The rest was just us agreeing to still be friends and me running off 5 minutes later to the toilet crying my eyes out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But months past after that , and we never spoke a WORD to each other , I couldn't even be in the same place as him , let alone look at him . And the worst part about it was that my best friend just broke up with MY SISTER so it was kind of awkward to see him . We were all just falling apart . And I still wasn't over him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later , I found myself being more comfortable around him than I was , and I didn't mind hanging out with my best friend again . Things were getting back to normal , but I still knew I still wasn't over him . This was because , I knew if he coupled with someone else , it would just kill me . Finally , the time came when he did , he was with this girl he met at during Zapin . She was average , and kinda unknown so people didn't talk about them . HAHA I know that is really perasanted of me , indirectly saying that I was known , but its the TRUTH . Haha .&lt;br /&gt;But strangely enough , I didn't find myself falling apart , or crying my heart out cos he was with someone else . I was actually happy that he was . I was over him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NOW , I'm kinda lazy to like anyone just as much . I'm fine with being friends but nothing more . Although , there IS this guy I met at church that I really enjoy being with . We'll just let time tell huh  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I know this was a really cheesy love story to you ( if you read any of it at all ) but it was big enough to change me . I fell in love and it broke me . But I'm okay now so thank God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7997226921833917918?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7997226921833917918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7997226921833917918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7997226921833917918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7997226921833917918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/07/difference.html' title='the difference'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGoUrVkdOZI/AAAAAAAABA4/OCqA1Yvha1g/s72-c/Blocks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-6857369329397751335</id><published>2008-06-30T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:43.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>Euro 2008</title><content type='html'>I know many, many people don't know this , but I'm actually a HUGE football fan. Since Std 4 during World Cup in 2002. I supported Germany at that time. Then as time passed, I fell in love with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CHELSEA&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as everyone should probably already know, its Euro 2008 now and I'm supporting SPAIN! Fernando Torres, David Villa and Fabregas rocks !&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMGGG THEY WONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Germany sucks ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha , see what happened to my love for blogging ? I'm like totally blank right now. Shyte.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ,  pictures then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqLROI1wI/AAAAAAAAA_k/cYetDXyZlOk/s1600-h/Fernando+Torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqLROI1wI/AAAAAAAAA_k/cYetDXyZlOk/s320/Fernando+Torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217959122607593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqLgi2SzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ip5hz2xmvfY/s1600-h/Fernando+Torres+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqLgi2SzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ip5hz2xmvfY/s320/Fernando+Torres+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217959126720990002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqL-BdTvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BbADSDKZPxE/s1600-h/Fernando+Torres+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqL-BdTvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/BbADSDKZPxE/s320/Fernando+Torres+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217959134634004210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is very hot. Must have something to do with the hair :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-6857369329397751335?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6857369329397751335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=6857369329397751335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6857369329397751335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/6857369329397751335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008.html' title='Euro 2008'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SGnqLROI1wI/AAAAAAAAA_k/cYetDXyZlOk/s72-c/Fernando+Torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5980604683060676925</id><published>2008-06-08T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:43.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Roxy Summer Splash 2008</title><content type='html'>SUMMER SPLASH 2008 , in two words :&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IT SUCKED !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , honestly , it didn't . But what really sucked was my phone and camera was stolen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPID CHEEEEBAAAAAIII TOOOOOOOOOOOTT $%^&amp;amp;*%^&amp;amp; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry , I tried my best not to curse . But really weyh , I LOVED MY CAMERA ! And the worst part about it that it's not even a year old and the phone is my dad's phone :/&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like crying but luckily I had my friends to be there for me . But I wasn't the only unlucky one , 5 other phones just from my group of friends were also stolen and I later found out that tons of other people had their stuff stolen . Including some SLR cameras . Damn , I was glad that I didn't have an SLR to lose . But I really want one , so I'm saving money :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end , there was SO many people that I couldn't find all the people that I really wanted to meet . Although , I still got to watch awesome performances by Altered Frequency , Bittersweet and Pop Shuvit . But I really wanted to meet some people , which I didn't get the chance to . Even so , I met loads of new people and friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;AND I HAVE NO FREAKING PICTURES TO POST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos I didn't have a camera to take pictures with thankyouverymuch :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , here's what I'm saving money for (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SE5LUDUFbaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pTfw8xH4B08/s1600-h/sony-alpha-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SE5LUDUFbaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pTfw8xH4B08/s320/sony-alpha-350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210184626773257634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHUNTEDD RITEEE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovee , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;denise :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1165385671187493747-5980604683060676925?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5980604683060676925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5980604683060676925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5980604683060676925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5980604683060676925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/roxy-summer-splash-2008.html' title='Roxy Summer Splash 2008'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SE5LUDUFbaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pTfw8xH4B08/s72-c/sony-alpha-350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-5582858545608749293</id><published>2008-06-01T22:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:48.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>teenacity revolution camp!</title><content type='html'>So hey , I got back from Teenacity's Revolution Camp weeks ago , and sorry I just never took the time to sit down and update about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway , it was awesome . But I'm not gonna do a day by day update cos I know all of you won't read it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some highlights were the Crazy Games by Darren Soh and Arthur Keng who made us dip our hair in flour , water and eggs . Yes , it was disgusting and it cost us and hour and a half in the toilet pulling at each other's hair . Us , being Charlotte , Sam , Vanessa and myself . We were roomates . And I tell you , these people just rock la . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that , there were the awesome heart-touching sermons by Pastor Andy and Rev. Kenneth . And there were awesome worship sessions and singing out of tune-ness . That's what I really love about Teenacity . You can scream or sing out of tune , jump around like a monkey doing what you love most , without looking like some idiot on drugs . Well , we WERE high , but high on God's love . Bwahahaha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that , there was the sketch which my team miserably failed at , even though we won 2nd for the whole camp :) And there was the Guardian Angel game . I love that game lahh . It's awesome . Although this year , my angel was Yong Pin this small 12 year old kid who didn't give me anything . Ohh well , but my mortal was Chan Tong and I spent loads of money and paper and ink on him kayy . He should be Grateful :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway , there's nothing else . I'll post the pictures that i took there myself , but the group pictures and all , I'll post them later kay .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byee peoples ! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK__vHxqaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6JkCwRLN8Hs/s1600-h/DSCN4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK__vHxqaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6JkCwRLN8Hs/s320/DSCN4982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206935220895459746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vania , my teammate last year and this year too :) Love ya babe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK__vHxqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/B0v9iNDNK0c/s1600-h/DSCN4970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK__vHxqbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/B0v9iNDNK0c/s320/DSCN4970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206935220895459762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy Yap , the sumo with the bling bling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SELAAPHxqcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RX-b1k6tijU/s1600-h/DSCN4939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SELAAPHxqcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RX-b1k6tijU/s320/DSCN4939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206935229485394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Inkkie , the hottest chick ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CfHxqVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/947ADVswK_k/s1600-h/DSCN4981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CfHxqVI/AAAAAAAAA-c/947ADVswK_k/s320/DSCN4981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931969605216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chan Tong , my Mortal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CvHxqWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/aG57JRkQ4G0/s1600-h/DSCN4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CvHxqWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/aG57JRkQ4G0/s320/DSCN4978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931973900183906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schaefer , who's hair is longer than mine :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CvHxqXI/AAAAAAAAA-s/E0RwcL9Wpjs/s1600-h/DSCN4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9CvHxqXI/AAAAAAAAA-s/E0RwcL9Wpjs/s320/DSCN4971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931973900183922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joneil Joseph , who was kind enough to bend to take a picture with me ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9C_HxqYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZwMVLwKZsJ4/s1600-h/DSCN4972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9C_HxqYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZwMVLwKZsJ4/s320/DSCN4972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931978195151234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philip Gan , the craziest adult leader ever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9DPHxqZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/mFJlRmVOELw/s1600-h/DSCN4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK9DPHxqZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/mFJlRmVOELw/s320/DSCN4975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931982490118546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun "The Sheep" Kang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8c_HxqQI/AAAAAAAAA90/fGIeX3WkWrY/s1600-h/DSCN4989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8c_HxqQI/AAAAAAAAA90/fGIeX3WkWrY/s320/DSCN4989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931325360122114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheng Nam , the cutie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dPHxqRI/AAAAAAAAA98/_y13NCUkFBw/s1600-h/DSCN4988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dPHxqRI/AAAAAAAAA98/_y13NCUkFBw/s320/DSCN4988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931329655089426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken-Ji :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dfHxqSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/C6wT6EgFIsw/s1600-h/DSCN4985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dfHxqSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/C6wT6EgFIsw/s320/DSCN4985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931333950056738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin , who is so cute i could just eat him !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dfHxqTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wi2gYLnIBgc/s1600-h/DSCN4976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dfHxqTI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wi2gYLnIBgc/s320/DSCN4976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931333950056754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingrid , the hottie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dvHxqUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nHd9NW2yeuQ/s1600-h/DSCN4979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK8dvHxqUI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nHd9NW2yeuQ/s320/DSCN4979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206931338245024066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JUSTINa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7y_HxqLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DDAMOZh9zeg/s1600-h/DSCN4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7y_HxqLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DDAMOZh9zeg/s320/DSCN4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930603805616306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey , who's so lame , her name is the name for lameness disease . Makes sense ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zPHxqMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/7qR22aifoog/s1600-h/DSCN4963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zPHxqMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/7qR22aifoog/s320/DSCN4963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930608100583618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexaa , who I only meet once a year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zfHxqNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LOhx3X7j3nA/s1600-h/DSCN4973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zfHxqNI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LOhx3X7j3nA/s320/DSCN4973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930612395550930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pastor Andy , the coolest pastor ever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zfHxqOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dhhJHzd4G3A/s1600-h/DSCN4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7zfHxqOI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dhhJHzd4G3A/s320/DSCN4964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930612395550946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren Soh , the geek who's not so geeky ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7FvHxqGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/PjLPVAkTcfw/s1600-h/DSCN4943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7FvHxqGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/PjLPVAkTcfw/s320/DSCN4943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206929826416535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis Loh , who makes me melt everytime I see him ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7GPHxqHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/9PwLlEU2h70/s1600-h/DSCN4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7GPHxqHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/9PwLlEU2h70/s320/DSCN4954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206929835006470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7HfHxqII/AAAAAAAAA80/q2qsz4v5c2k/s1600-h/DSCN4944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7HfHxqII/AAAAAAAAA80/q2qsz4v5c2k/s320/DSCN4944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206929856481306754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priyaa , who looks wayy older than she really is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7H_HxqJI/AAAAAAAAA88/2tRqkt0xV-E/s1600-h/DSCN4955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7H_HxqJI/AAAAAAAAA88/2tRqkt0xV-E/s320/DSCN4955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206929865071241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken-Ji again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7IPHxqKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/fVvnV-fOu68/s1600-h/DSCN4956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK7IPHxqKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/fVvnV-fOu68/s320/DSCN4956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206929869366208674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chai Tze Lin&lt;br /&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/1165385671187493747-5582858545608749293?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5582858545608749293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=5582858545608749293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5582858545608749293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/5582858545608749293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/06/teenacity-revolution-camp.html' title='teenacity revolution camp!'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SEK__vHxqaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6JkCwRLN8Hs/s72-c/DSCN4982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-7419781146499366234</id><published>2008-05-25T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:49.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>yay !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDpTXPHxqEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/CaN1GzW8sgs/s1600-h/David+Cook+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDpTXPHxqEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/CaN1GzW8sgs/s320/David+Cook+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563978041272386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAVID COOK WON !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOOOP-DEEDOOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was gonna win , I just knew it .&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta is Okay , but I can't stand him . I just don't know why .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanyway, it's the holidays ! I'm excited ;D&lt;br /&gt;I've got my whole two weeks completely planned , starting off with Teenacity's REVOLUTION camp , and I'm damn sure its gonna be as awesome as last year's . I really can't wait .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDpTXfHxqFI/AAAAAAAAA8c/S1bLRyh4bwo/s1600-h/Teenacity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDpTXfHxqFI/AAAAAAAAA8c/S1bLRyh4bwo/s320/Teenacity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563982336239698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going to Langkawi with my dad . Hope to do LOTS AND LOTS of shopping ! Books , chocolate , clothes and loads of other stuff .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's Summer Splash aaaaand ............. tuition .&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting tuition this holidays . Hahaha . Anyway , it'll be good seeing how extremely terribly I did in my mid year exams . Oh well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today . I hope my blog's not stagnant anymore ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-7419781146499366234?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7419781146499366234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=7419781146499366234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7419781146499366234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/7419781146499366234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay.html' title='yay !'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDpTXPHxqEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/CaN1GzW8sgs/s72-c/David+Cook+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-1269430423007818628</id><published>2008-05-19T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:49.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>let's celebrate :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDDqTa731uI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hevPUdKJGcQ/s1600-h/Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDDqTa731uI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hevPUdKJGcQ/s320/Balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915188981782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOMGASDWTFJKLLOLUIOBBQ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I passed my Grade 7 theory exam ! yaaaaaay ! another thing less to worry about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDDtVa731vI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VdzCV5A93JY/s1600-h/ssplash08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDDtVa731vI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VdzCV5A93JY/s320/ssplash08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201918521876403954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway , I'm going for Roxy's Summer Splash 2008 in Sunway .&lt;br /&gt;mainly because I wanna meet long lost friends aaaaand &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Buck Shor&lt;/span&gt;t and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Altered Frequency&lt;/span&gt; will be performing ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw , Altered Frequency's vocalist is my church's Youth Pastor and he's really cool :)&lt;br /&gt;so , go there , and meet him . and me too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : sorry i abandoned my blog again :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-1269430423007818628?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1269430423007818628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=1269430423007818628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1269430423007818628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/1269430423007818628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-celebrate.html' title='let&apos;s celebrate :)'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SDDqTa731uI/AAAAAAAAA8E/hevPUdKJGcQ/s72-c/Balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-163685781171765058</id><published>2008-05-06T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:11:51.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>just our luck :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone remembers , but last year I quit softball for debate and I regretted like shit .&lt;br /&gt;So this year , I made sure I was on the Under-18 team .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , off we went to Kuala Selangor to rep Sepang .&lt;br /&gt;We left on Sunday , and arrived at around 5 .&lt;br /&gt;We rested the rest of the whole day in the apartment that the MSSD people had prepared for the players .&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was very strict , we weren't allowed to go out , go for swims or sit at the balcony without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt; (for the Muslims , of course) .&lt;br /&gt;So , I just sat most of the day at the balcony watching other districts arrive .&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT , from the bus that came from Gombak was this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; EFFING HOT GUY WITH SUPER HOT SUNGLASSES AND SUPER TONED BODY&lt;/span&gt; ! I could have just screamed with joy but of course I had to control la kan ?&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing was , one of my teammates from SM Teknik Sepang knows him . How lucky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , enough about that .&lt;br /&gt;The next day , I woke up around 5 which was waaay earlier than my usual wake up time on a non-school day .&lt;br /&gt;Got ready , bla bla bla and we left for the school .&lt;br /&gt;Here were the results .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;Sepang vs Gombak P18 - Gombak won with 14-1 .&lt;br /&gt;Sepang vs Sabak Bernam P18 - SB won with 17-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oookay , u can say it to my face , we SUCK .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah , we really suck .&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happened , we seemed fine at practice .&lt;br /&gt;I play 3rd base , if anyone knows what that means .&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher was so dissapointed , she didn't even wanna say anything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today , we decided to start anew , kinda like prove that Sepang isn't all that terrible .&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;Sepang vs Kuala Langat P18 - K. Langat won with 22-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is extremely WTF kan ?&lt;br /&gt;I mean , HELLOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO PROVING SEPANG WASN'T THAT TERRIBLE ?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play this round cos I was too tired from yesterday's games so I just cheered on my team .&lt;br /&gt;Oh well , I guess if we suck , we suck la .&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , our L12 guys did really well , they won 2 out of 3 games .&lt;br /&gt;P15 and L18 arrived today , hopefully they'll do better than us ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah , pictures from the beach after our Monday games . See how happy we are even though we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalah teruk&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA65ngkL8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/_QS1fi6qEw8/s1600-h/DSCN4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197218731518078914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA65ngkL8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/_QS1fi6qEw8/s320/DSCN4617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA653gkL9I/AAAAAAAAA6M/xbrQlC2ZtU4/s1600-h/DSCN4615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197218735813046226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA653gkL9I/AAAAAAAAA6M/xbrQlC2ZtU4/s320/DSCN4615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA67HgkMAI/AAAAAAAAA6k/dn1SovviS_E/s1600-h/DSCN4625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197218757287882754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA67HgkMAI/AAAAAAAAA6k/dn1SovviS_E/s320/DSCN4625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197222682887991314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-fngkMBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/PUJ60aQmZfI/s320/DSCN4620.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a very polite laugh , now don't I ?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-f3gkMCI/AAAAAAAAA60/CxwZiCuBnKc/s1600-h/DSCN4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-f3gkMCI/AAAAAAAAA60/CxwZiCuBnKc/s1600-h/DSCN4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197222687182958626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-f3gkMCI/AAAAAAAAA60/CxwZiCuBnKc/s320/DSCN4619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-gXgkMDI/AAAAAAAAA68/Bol83Dpun6k/s1600-h/DSCN4618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197222695772893234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-gXgkMDI/AAAAAAAAA68/Bol83Dpun6k/s320/DSCN4618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-gngkMEI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bhIZD1EfB-Y/s1600-h/DSCN4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197222700067860546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-gngkMEI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bhIZD1EfB-Y/s320/DSCN4608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-g3gkMFI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JTOBoHyd4lE/s1600-h/DSCN4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197222704362827858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA-g3gkMFI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JTOBoHyd4lE/s320/DSCN4622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCBDZngkMGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/NLqJLRAiFTY/s1600-h/DSCN4604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197228077366915170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCBDZngkMGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/NLqJLRAiFTY/s320/DSCN4604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCBDaHgkMHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/7gCUHAU_7ug/s1600-h/DSCN4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197228085956849778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCBDaHgkMHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/7gCUHAU_7ug/s320/DSCN4607.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;titanic la konon :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-163685781171765058?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/163685781171765058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=163685781171765058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/163685781171765058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/163685781171765058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-our-luck.html' title='just our luck :)'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SCA65ngkL8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/_QS1fi6qEw8/s72-c/DSCN4617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165385671187493747.post-9145822694596549269</id><published>2008-05-02T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:32:25.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>everyone say YAY :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM BLOGGING AGAIN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah , okay i'll admit i DID miss blogging .&lt;br /&gt;and besides, some stupit ad has taken over my old blog so just ignore it okay ?&lt;br /&gt;anyway , here's my blog !&lt;br /&gt;if u want me to link you just drop a tag yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEVIN WOO SHIN YEE&lt;/span&gt; , i told you i was blogging not watching toooooot .&lt;/div&gt;hahha .&lt;br /&gt;i miss you la you freaking toot .&lt;br /&gt;and all of my friends at beh beh's .&lt;br /&gt;when can i see you guys again la frick .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , kevin , i just wanted to say some stuff about you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the person that can tell a straight faced joke without laughing at/with me .&lt;br /&gt;you are the most sickly sarcastic person i have ever known .&lt;br /&gt;you bully me the most besides li bing .&lt;br /&gt;you have given me the best advice ever : "GO TO SLEEP , YOU'LL FEEL BETTER :)"&lt;br /&gt;you suck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I FREAKING MISS SO CAN YOU PLEASE COME BACK SOON ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hillary jgn marah , i still love you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy , i'll stop here now .&lt;br /&gt;i would post some pictures but i don't have them in this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way , KEVIN , im gonna be brace faced so there's a new nickname for you to tease me about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : SHOUT OUTT TO MADDIE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165385671187493747-9145822694596549269?l=total-deezaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9145822694596549269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165385671187493747&amp;postID=9145822694596549269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9145822694596549269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165385671187493747/posts/default/9145822694596549269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-deezaster.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-say-yay-d.html' title='everyone say YAY :D'/><author><name>Denise (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13343115884143190081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VmbZP05ik/SL-gjB7uSSI/AAAAAAAABEo/QtRPzTs3JUo/S220/DSC02997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
