<?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-38886053</id><updated>2011-09-19T22:43:55.186+08:00</updated><category term='fasya&apos;s checklist'/><category term='FALSE ALARM'/><category term='lessons fasya learnt at parent&apos;s shop'/><category term='SCHOOL:D'/><category term='the challenge for the readers at the post dated Monday 22 December 2008'/><title type='text'>fasyajamal:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>429</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-3416077488973763981</id><published>2011-02-16T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:44:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worst part. When I close my eyes and try to imagine how I want it to be like in the near future, I see nothing. Just a swirl of colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-3416077488973763981?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3416077488973763981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3416077488973763981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2011/02/worst-part.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8892364717672790811</id><published>2010-12-23T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:17:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100709200730AABOdSV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens to me all the time and it scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8892364717672790811?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8892364717672790811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8892364717672790811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/12/httpanswers.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2156155819123224907</id><published>2010-12-18T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:36:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mother says I am sick because my mind is too crowded with so many unnecessary, stressful things.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's .....&lt;br /&gt;- financial problems&lt;br /&gt;- family problems&lt;br /&gt;- ending 2010 without a bomb&lt;br /&gt;- ending 2010 with ton of regret&lt;br /&gt;- ending 2010 without a special someone&lt;br /&gt;- ending 2010 feeling fat&lt;br /&gt;- ending 2010 sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Not THAT stressfull uhh..&lt;br /&gt;But I know. 2011 has more in store for me. He has wonderful plans for me. I just need to believe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2156155819123224907?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2156155819123224907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2156155819123224907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/12/mother-says-i-am-sick-because-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1742943788005280353</id><published>2010-12-13T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:49:22.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloatedness and aches. Best day ever. NOT! Nehmind. Will be meeting Ry and Shar later♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1742943788005280353?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1742943788005280353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1742943788005280353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloatedness-and-aches.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2214105286547056839</id><published>2010-12-07T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:02:19.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm PMS-ing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Period is only due in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;The people I despise.. Either I hate them even more or I actually get along with them. The people I usually can tolerate becomes untolerable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably not save for me to meet anyone intentionally around this period of time. I'll just be frowning, telling the person off and sulking. You little flaws will seem worse. If you are a generally loud person, your voice is like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. I will feel like slapping you. Nobody wants to spend time with a person like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until everything is fine, I'll just have to take caution and not hurt someone out of anger and regret it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2214105286547056839?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2214105286547056839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2214105286547056839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-pms-ing-like-nobodys-business.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6203402506879727990</id><published>2010-12-07T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:55:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25 days left to Uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 23rd day I must already lose 5kg!&lt;br /&gt;I must, I must, I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so depressed about how the clothes are getting tighter and how Adik is constantly telling me how fat I am that I broke down crying. It was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna listen to mother's advice. If I really am depressed about it and hate feeling fat, I must not lie down and mope all day. I must go out and do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did! Yesterday, I left the house at 645 and went to Jurong Lake Park to jog. I am so out of stamina, I could only run so little and I walked the rest of the way. I was perspiring like nobody's buiness and my whole body was red/itchy.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reach home, mother gestured me to come in very quickly because Jllian, the toughest trainer, popular among celebrities, 's morning show was on. When she started using the weights, I felt a rush going through my head and it went black for a few seconds. Mother made me stop. My body probably was "shocked" from the sudden exercise. Well, I haven't really exercised for about 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.. Today, mum &amp; I planned to wake up and follow Jillian's circuits. But no thanks to an uber late night las night, we both didn't do it. Mum continued sleeping, I completed my assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Nehmind. I have 23 more days ^^&lt;br /&gt;If I've got time, I'll probably go jog for awhile before class :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6203402506879727990?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6203402506879727990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6203402506879727990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/12/25-days-left-to-uncles-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2987365137101230665</id><published>2010-11-29T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:25:37.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So November's coming to an end. So I thought I'll write a post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November have been an interesting month for me. And the most significant events for me are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I wrapped up my first year of teaching/working at PCF Boon Lay - Blk 528.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I've worn my black Skecher's wedges countless of times this month.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I slept over at gramma's to help her send out Uncle's wedding invitation cards.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got an uber terrible news when I was there and it made me not want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I hate to see mother cry. As much as I complain that she is far to emotional, I can't stand it when she cries!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got Taylor Swift Live In Singapore tickets!&lt;br /&gt;   But sad to say, my best friend might be mad at me because I didn't get her one. It was sold out! One must be crazy if one says I rather go alone than to go with my bestest girlfriend ever! She says she's over it but she sounded really sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an examination I haven't studied for tomorrow. I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just have to hold my head up, smile and think extra positive as for now.&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and persevere &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;for mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/38886053-2987365137101230665?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2987365137101230665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2987365137101230665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-novembers-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1149415335017923241</id><published>2010-11-19T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:58:01.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is officially the last day of school for the kids and I.&lt;br /&gt;This path I must say is uber challenging but awesome at the same time. There are moments where I doubted myself and felt like giving up. Thank god I didn't! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I received a letter from HQ which states that I am a confirmed staff now which means I can go to all the courses that the other teachers can go to but don't want but I want to but can't. Get it? :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hopefully higher pay (not likely but hehh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first K2 Graduation Concert. UNDER THE SEA~&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were not my students but it was really an enriching experience for me to have been part of such a memorable day for the kids. And Joyce, she is just the awesomest most dedicated teacher who loves her children to the corest! Serious. *salutes Joyce*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only 1K2.&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Matin. Dewi Eryani. Erin. Lee Pei Wen. Liew Jie Lin. Li Ming Yang. Muhammad Syazwan. Muhammad Zikry Danial. Nur Maria. Nur Ain Mahdiyah. Nurin Danisyah.Rafy. Safirah Balqis. Seri Jaznanie. Tamami Claire Saunders. Vijayakumar Sanjay.&lt;br /&gt;My first form class &lt;3 They will forever be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year End Parent Teacher Conference.I had difficulty completing the kid's portfolios and confused myself from time to time. But I managed! And it went rather smoothly. :D&lt;br /&gt;The moment I had with the kids the day before, the last hugs and wishes for one another, their innocent eyes looking at me. That was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;As I type this in, I am actually crying as I remember the K2s faces looking up at me.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul, Syalinah, Andre, Auf, Ryshah.. That's just some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, next year, I will be teaching a fresh batch, the NURSERIES!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it will be challenging. However, I am up for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pfft. I am so emotional laaaa. Stop crying can?)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it anymore. I shall stop the post here.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me! I survived the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Teacher Farah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1149415335017923241?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1149415335017923241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1149415335017923241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-officially-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4403182732649795122</id><published>2010-10-26T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:35:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflection Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got probably what I wanted when I was even younger. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;But MONEY CAN'T BUY LOVE HONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm happily unhappy. Say whut?!&lt;br /&gt;hahah. I'm so messed up, I don't know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To the doctor's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, fasyajamal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4403182732649795122?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4403182732649795122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4403182732649795122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflection-time.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4704434672185632126</id><published>2010-10-14T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:06:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I should take up a sport or at least go running. Exert myself or whatever. I have to much negativity stored in me. I must redirect and letit out else where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do that, I must:&lt;br /&gt;- do monthly financial planning&lt;br /&gt;- plan reasonable schedule that includes work, school, new activity, study time, est time and enjoying time.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeps! 24 hours don't seem sufficient! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I must strive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4704434672185632126?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4704434672185632126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4704434672185632126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-should-take-up-sport-or-at.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1860190947010329369</id><published>2010-10-14T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:47:22.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uhrg, I have flu, cannot take it."*rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;From what I see it is just a minor flu. Not like you are sneezing continuously or your mucus is dripping non-stop or your eyes are so watery you have to take the medicine and sleep. Honestly, I thought you would realise that my constant blaring at you is not a joke and I mean it when I say I want to strangle you. Stop laughing. It is so not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having bad flu constantly throughout secondary school. I had a classmate who came to school with packets of tissues &amp; she is allowed to complain or whine. But did we skip school? No, we went to school anyhow and suck it up. At least I was a student, you are a freaking teacher. You talk about caring for the kids la, complaining about other teacher's irresponsible behaviour la. Please eh. Even though that other teacher's teaching method/behaviour might seem unfavourable, she still come to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprise if one day I will just scream at you, slap you across your face and never speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;However, I must persevere and put up with it. If not, I might be seen as rude and unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1860190947010329369?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1860190947010329369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1860190947010329369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/10/uhrg-i-have-flu-cannot-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2858383817373354742</id><published>2010-09-28T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:51:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was babysitting Matin for some reason. It started raining crazily with strong winds and all while we were walking beside a huge drain. It was slippery and the stupid traffic was scaring Matin. So I held his hand while he walked on my left, the side where the drain was. Suddenly, Matin slipped. I was helping him up but because of the slippery floor, his foot kind of slide and he fell into the drain. The huge drain was full of water and he was washed away. I dropped everything I had (bag, umbrella, etc) and ran after him. The water was so very fast. I cried and ran to the point where my legs could not take it, I fell down on the floor. I blamed myself and I was never really myself after that. All I could see was Matin drifting even further away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest dream I have had this year. I woke up sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness. This seems like the incident years ago where a lady was fetching her son from school and he fell into the drain and was only found later at a reservoir or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm sick, I'm hungry &amp;amp; I'm all dressed to go to the doctor's but I'm locked in my house. LOCKED IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2858383817373354742?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2858383817373354742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2858383817373354742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-babysitting-matin-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6524899626142070604</id><published>2010-09-08T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:38:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I came out of the shower and somehow, my legs were extra long. I was changing in my room when I herad music from outside my window. The voice was so very familiar. I open it up &amp;amp; saw 2 of my guy friends and a couple other people I didn't know singing beautiful songs. Then, they waved, stood up, &amp;amp; walk away. 1 of them shouted, "See you at the beach!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took me ridiculously long to dress up. Probably because I had a gorgeous view of the beach! Jyeah! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I finally am ready I took a last look in the mirror. Guess what? I'm wearing a tudung! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to my parent's room and they were shocked but happy to see my change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went out of the house and just as I was about to see the reaction from my friends, I woke up.&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;So am I afraid othes will not accept my choice to change? Is that why its taking me soo looong to make up my mind? Then I must be a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother has gazillion nice tudungs for me to wear but I have very little clothing that passes as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tutup aurat&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;3/4 lenght skirts &amp;amp; dresses..I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;Short sleeves tees, knee length dresses, 3/4 pants... they just won't do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to but I don't think I'm ready. I just hope Allah gives me more time for this change.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, He gives me until next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, FasyaJamal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6524899626142070604?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6524899626142070604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6524899626142070604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-came-out-of-shower-and-somehow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7068589258137778008</id><published>2010-09-01T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:44:38.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TH5YehRhSII/AAAAAAAAAVM/y60C4_9wnQk/s1600/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TH5YehRhSII/AAAAAAAAAVM/y60C4_9wnQk/s400/sunflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511940275299240066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I secretly wish the kids gave me tons of sunflowers instead of roses..&lt;br /&gt;Me love sunflower more.&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/38886053-7068589258137778008?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7068589258137778008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7068589258137778008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-secretly-wish-kids-gave-me-tons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TH5YehRhSII/AAAAAAAAAVM/y60C4_9wnQk/s72-c/sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1510214377351575600</id><published>2010-09-01T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T05:43:55.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God I miss being around people my age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1510214377351575600?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1510214377351575600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1510214377351575600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-i-miss-being-around-people-my-age.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-817757594168084610</id><published>2010-08-21T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:48:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worst thing to witness is adults acting like secondary school bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Is is very sickening knowing the working environment is just like secondary school. Just the degree of seriousness differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sets me worrying. If that is how adults act, I never ever want to be an adult. I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, tha back is killing me softly!! Pfft. How to play at snow city tomorrow seyy??&lt;br /&gt;and later we are all going to Nenek's place, iftar with nenek, atok, bibiks, uncles &amp; cousins.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I wanna go perm my hair again! It is way time for me to go repair this thingy on my head!&lt;br /&gt;SPIRAL CURLS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, FasyaJamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-817757594168084610?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/817757594168084610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/817757594168084610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/worst-thing-to-witness-is-adults-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4695360751406453491</id><published>2010-08-10T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:23:35.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is Ramadhan!&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Ramadhan. It is the bestest month ever!&lt;br /&gt;Every year during Ramadhan, I will try my best to be the best muslim I can be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other year, I will try to control my obnoxious anger, I will wear conservative clothing, I will do all my 5 prayers and I will try to read at least 4 pages of the Al-Quran everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, after Ramadhan, I will continue to do these things as well. I might have more patience, I might receive the hidayat from Him and wear the tudung forever ever; hence wearing clothing more like a muslimah, I might turn to be a better muslim and do all my 5 prayers religiously and read the quran everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Insya'allah :D Amin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ramadhan because it gives me an opportunity to be a better muslim. I am greatly thankful to Him for granting me yet another chance to change and improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is good comes from Him and all that is bad comes from our mistakes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, FasyaJamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4695360751406453491?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4695360751406453491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4695360751406453491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-ramadhan-i-absolutely-love.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8417280833065936473</id><published>2010-08-09T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:27:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 45TH NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my country so very much :)&lt;br /&gt;I was so devastated when I saw how ridiculous they dressed the artistes and motivators in stripes and checkers of black, red and white. I hate it when people do not take the pledge/anthem seriously! Grr!!@#$%&amp;&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the segment I look forward to every single year didn't disappoint me :D&lt;br /&gt;The parade, the part where singapore shows off their awesome gadgets/machinery, taking the pledge/singing the anthem, singing HOME *hearts* and obviously the FIREWORKS! It would have been awesomer if I got to see it live.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I LOVE SINGAPORE ^^&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful to live in a home where I am safe whichever part I go, whatever time of the day it is; PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, FasyaJamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8417280833065936473?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8417280833065936473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8417280833065936473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-45th-national-day-singapore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-738041951763394452</id><published>2010-08-07T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:37:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah! by right, i lost the challenge already sey.&lt;br /&gt;nehmind. i shall continue with it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;when i have the time that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-738041951763394452?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/738041951763394452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/738041951763394452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hahah-by-right-i-lost-challenge-already.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7015122029028987851</id><published>2010-08-02T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:06:27.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two: Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbYmzaFk9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fimSW7l_cNc/s1600/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbYmzaFk9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fimSW7l_cNc/s400/taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500822156025893842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melts.... :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to BFF Dayah, I am obsessed with you!&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there are more guys as hot as you in Singapore. :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT no worries.. If my love is hot, it is just a bonus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I don't think. No I can't imagine how I will react or what I will say to you if I were to really actually meet you in real life. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drools:)&lt;br /&gt;THE SMILE, THE EYES, THE BODY ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have one thing to tell you. My sister calls me crazy for going gaga over a guy that does not have space between his eyebrows and eyes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TAYLOR LAUTNER!♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, FasyaJamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7015122029028987851?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7015122029028987851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7015122029028987851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-two-your-crush-taylor-lautner-melts.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbYmzaFk9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/fimSW7l_cNc/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-3399201092047374196</id><published>2010-08-01T23:02:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:34:50.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One: Your Best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to first clarify that there is a huge difference between best friends, close friends and friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to not want to have a best friend. I was afraid of the idea of having ONE friend only. But as the years go by, God was kind to me and blessed me with not ONE but MANY best friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbWU2tlrGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4WpUIx8pqWc/s1600/dayah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbWU2tlrGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4WpUIx8pqWc/s400/dayah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500819648652094562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SITI NURHIDAYAH BINTE OSMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been best friends since Primary 4. That's 8 years and counting. We are 2 very different people with very many similarities.&lt;br /&gt;You are more of a social butterfly and I'm more like a ... what's the opposite? hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies! You were the butterfly queen! Caring for caterpillars and watching them turn into beautiful butterflies :) I hated the sight of caterpillars. But thanks to you, I'm not disgusted by them as much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say how blessed I am to have you in my life. You've made me cry, laugh, scream and shush. No matter how much I might say I hate you for doing certain things, I will never hate you enough to stop loving you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to doubt our friendship and I really thought we were done for when we separated after primary school. But then we reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my first best girl friend ever ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbVtQKj87I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Vo-IXnL35rw/s1600/zul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbVtQKj87I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Vo-IXnL35rw/s400/zul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500818968289735602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZULKARNAIN BIN AZMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say this is one of the few pictures I have of the 2 of us! Next time, we shall take more pretty pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. You've made me pull my hair out dozens of time back when hormones were high! But you've never failed to cheer me up even though you are at your lowest point yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such a extraordinary personality alright. Thank you. You are one of the possible reason Dayah and I got back together. :)&lt;br /&gt;And due to that, I gained another best friend. My first best guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;Many people thought we were a couple or we would end up to be one but nehh.. We are too comfortable with one another to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thank you again for being my first best guy friend ever! &lt;3&gt;Gosh.. We 3 must meet up uhh.. Not meeting for a long time is UNHEALTHY sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my secondary school love; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theRecessTablers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFWYLJChflI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NCCbvabBXxo/s1600/rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFWYLJChflI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NCCbvabBXxo/s400/rt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500469837075414610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are many different but very similar people smashed together.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh, words will never be enough to express my love for this people.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I wish I can say we are NOT a clique. But what the heck we are one.&lt;br /&gt;And I love every single one of this angels :)&lt;br /&gt;BUT I can't deny that I am much closer to some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbOCy5KJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZID6rAvjOvA/s1600/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbOCy5KJ4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZID6rAvjOvA/s400/abby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500810542296213378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigail Chow SuXian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You must be one of the most strong girl I have ever met. Everyone depends on you so freaking much. And you are just too freaking kind to push them away and you rock for that.&lt;br /&gt;You are an awesome girlfriend ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbPCYXqNXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sApHtiW_zuU/s1600/roshie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbPCYXqNXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sApHtiW_zuU/s400/roshie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500811634688013682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roshinie Silvanathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You surprisingly turn out to be one of my closest best friends ever. When I first met you, I hated you. But the reason for that turn out to be the same reason I so freaking LOVE you now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I can be so open with you and talk about everything! I've said everything to you, I have nothing left to say now -_- Goshness. I am soo going to miss you! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sucks to the core-est i can't share anything to the others about you know what. Urgh! I hate you laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are just too unique. I doubt I will ever ever find someone like you ever.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbRhJZeACI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gWrM1Dpa_qs/s1600/ry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbRhJZeACI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gWrM1Dpa_qs/s400/ry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500814362268270626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Loh Jun Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see things different from others. You are soo sweet! And I love your very high self-confidence. I LIKE! You just know when something is wrong. You take absolute care of your friends and you treasure them like nobody's business! When you are around, I feel safe, protected and I can't help but be happy :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LA.♥&lt;br /&gt;Ok I shall make up for the lack of words with tons of hearts for you :D&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry. I'm sleepy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&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/38886053-3399201092047374196?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3399201092047374196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3399201092047374196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-one-your-best-friend-allow-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TFbWU2tlrGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4WpUIx8pqWc/s72-c/dayah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2084854697365131352</id><published>2010-08-01T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:01:59.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know the 30 day letter challenge is meant for tumblrs but bloggers can do it too what!:)&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it? We'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;Heck. It wouldn't matter nor will I get into any kind of trouble because who the heck reads my blog anyway. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2084854697365131352?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2084854697365131352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2084854697365131352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know-30-day-letter-challenge-is-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8917819586059073575</id><published>2010-07-30T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:48:35.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I may have overreacted over this whole issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I know things are going to turn out right very soon. (I hope :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I must think more positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I think I need to be more decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I should find a way to destress! Stress is destroying my body. I fall sick and I eat more! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I must convince myself I will be happy when I start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, why the heck did i decide to write my post in this manner?._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth, I want to go shopping again leii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, i wanted to write about 10 things but I'm running out of things to say. Goshness, have my life turned THAT boring?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth, I think I'm hungry again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, Fasya Jamal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8917819586059073575?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8917819586059073575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8917819586059073575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/firstly-i-may-have-overreacted-over.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-3831656942251706245</id><published>2010-07-28T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:43:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going back to work after 2 days of MC.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I am ready for work. How I wish I could turn back time and go back to Secondary 1. I would totally be an awesome student!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to travel back in time so much, I dreamt of being a time traveller. I've had this dream when I was in Secondary 1 but I paid no attention to it. But last night, when I dreamt of it. It sets me thinking. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so frustrated with how the working environment is like. And I'm starting to hate going for my course because of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to give me a huge hug and tell me everything is going to be fine. I need someone to tell me they are there for me. I want to just shut myself from the world. If a tiny bit of problem sets me up like this, what would happen if some life changing event happened to me? I'll be a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-3831656942251706245?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3831656942251706245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3831656942251706245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back-to-work-after-2-days-of-mc.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4756821899521024192</id><published>2010-07-27T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:31:31.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leading an uncommon teenage life might have wiped the smile off my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4756821899521024192?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4756821899521024192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4756821899521024192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/leading-uncommon-teenage-life-might.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6496952594184840533</id><published>2010-07-27T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:40:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick again la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says I don't think about my health. I haven't fully recovered from my cough/fever &amp; I am putting even more stress on myself. I should take it slow. My body sort of rebel to tell myself to rest. Also, I have to start planning and exercising. My stamina level is horrigible! I must build it up but how? I don't know how to start!-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, ASSIGNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;The first was done horrigibly, the second's due date was 24 July and I haven't even started on it. The 3rd assignment will be due in 2 weeks. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years of this, I don't know how I'm going to cope. Allah help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6496952594184840533?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6496952594184840533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6496952594184840533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/sick-again-la.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2253458964091099300</id><published>2010-07-25T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:02:47.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Esprit Polo Dress, 1 Uber Duper Soft Esprit Baby Doll Jacket, 1 Skechers Black Ribboned Heels, 1 Skechers Beige and White Sandals, 2 new bras, 3 new undies later, I AM A HAPPY HAPPY GIRL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2253458964091099300?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2253458964091099300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2253458964091099300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-esprit-polo-dress-1-uber-duper-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8364820941925300089</id><published>2010-07-16T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:35:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok now. It is so time for me to post some positive energy into this blog of mine. Well, I'll try (._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking too much into things, stressing and focusing more on how things wouldn't work out, and the consequences of my choices.&lt;br /&gt;BUT since when have i thought of CONSEQUENCES?&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a smiling girl who takes risks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change, people change uhh..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really truly, I've seen a lot of change in myself too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the lecturer I have for this unit is plain awesome. She's teaching history and I swear I was sooo devastated. However, after the first lesson, i was excited for the next and the following.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are going to have yet another enjoyable lesson! i wont really call it lesson. its more like story telling time.. and Saturday classes are much longer then Tuesdays and Thursdays..So, more stories! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! 1K2 and 1K3's Racial Harmony Celebration: Fashion Show!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Could the children be more adorable or what?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Me likey.. the back ground music? UNDER THE SEA (instrumental)! Yes. The Little Mermaid one. The one with the singing crab! hahah! And so, Under the Sea have been playing in my head and insist on staying!We are so going to rock the show on Wednesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under the sea&lt;br /&gt;Under the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling it's better&lt;br /&gt;Down where it's wetter&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me&lt;br /&gt;Up on the shore they work all day&lt;br /&gt;Out in the sun they slave away&lt;br /&gt;While we devotin'&lt;br /&gt;Full time to floatin'&lt;br /&gt;Under the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8364820941925300089?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8364820941925300089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8364820941925300089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4952608459473297669</id><published>2010-07-16T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:26:57.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've said this before and I'm going to say it again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this pressure alone. I broke down crying infront of my lecturer!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah, please help me to be strong and smoothen my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4952608459473297669?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4952608459473297669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4952608459473297669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-said-this-before-and-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8713727638792168957</id><published>2010-07-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:32:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had gazillions of things I wanted to blog about. HAD.&lt;br /&gt;Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically about:&lt;br /&gt;. How awesome and exciting, but at the same time tiring and annoying, night classes are;&lt;br /&gt;. How much I love children;&lt;br /&gt;. The interesting things I recently learnt from the children and the lecturers! I will still share them some other time.. :D&lt;br /&gt;. Terrible news I received when I got to the office this morning.&lt;br /&gt;. Our fieldtrip to SNOW CITY tomorrow morning! 8.30am and I get to meet my sweethearts!+, no class in the afternoon! SHEEPS! That reminds me! I didn't get the gloves. DEAD. Hehh.. at the most I'll have frozen popsicle sticks for fingers.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.. I forgot the other things I wanted to say..&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT DARLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARAH SYAFIQA BTE JAMAL, INDEX NUMBER 2510.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8713727638792168957?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8713727638792168957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8713727638792168957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-gazillions-of-things-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5908443138482342459</id><published>2010-07-04T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:43:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TDBrVI5SVjI/AAAAAAAAATc/w2Fk-T1j_TA/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TDBrVI5SVjI/AAAAAAAAATc/w2Fk-T1j_TA/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490005956673820210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5908443138482342459?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5908443138482342459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5908443138482342459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/TDBrVI5SVjI/AAAAAAAAATc/w2Fk-T1j_TA/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8535581761466872544</id><published>2010-07-03T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:36:39.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine I'm not going to pretend I don't know why I am moody this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Main reason: I am an impatient, ungrateful girl who needs anger management classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy with myself considering the fact that I have more than what other typical 16 year olds have, right?&lt;br /&gt;This question will never get an answer uhh.. &lt;br /&gt;Heck, good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8535581761466872544?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8535581761466872544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8535581761466872544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/fine-im-not-going-to-pretend-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2943832837573465630</id><published>2010-07-02T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:14:40.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Pink and Green combination is getting common and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bunnies and giraffes are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't usually make the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There should be Tuesdays, Wednesday, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, For what ever I what over the weekend day, Sunday. See. Still 7 days in a week but we have no Mondays and 3 days for the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to get a new shiny bracelet with bunny charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My obsession with bunnies is NOT a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Losing weight is a must for now. The ___ comments I've been getting are getting to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I feel ashamed of myself for wanting more material possessions -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I should learn to stand up for myself and not be taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wished colour pencils &amp; crayons are a compulsory part of my pencil box when I was in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. 10 random thingys I thought of after I pressed the "New Post" button. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2943832837573465630?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2943832837573465630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2943832837573465630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8007134911909823117</id><published>2010-06-30T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:16:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm bored of you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored of Your Love is stuck in my head again. I've been listening to on repeat! And I bet I'm going to go to sleep listening to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night classes have been wearing myself out real bad! Like DUDE.. I'm a kid! I should be in bed by 10 or atleast 11.&lt;br /&gt;But I only REACH home at 10/10.30. How like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh and another thing. I really want our centre to have more relief teachers! It is affecting my malay lessons.. 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9 July is going to be ... Fuh!&lt;br /&gt;But problem is, I can't think of anyone who can/wants to do relief teaching! Especially when I say preschool! -_-&lt;br /&gt;697 *7@5 &amp;!:3 59 $43!(8/% $9))92 5&amp;3 )3@@9/ 0)!/ !/# 3/@743 5&amp;343 8@ @9'39/3 5!(8/% +!43 9$ 5&amp;3 +&amp;8)#43/" '!(3 @743 5&amp;36 #9/5 (8)) 3!+&amp; 95&amp;34a.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! Nehmind. Everyone is trying hard to find teachers.. Vicky brought in her friend.. ONE relief teacher..Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I LOVE BUNNIES AND GIRAFFES! ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8007134911909823117?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8007134911909823117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8007134911909823117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-bored-of-you-bored-of-your-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4871077983556295872</id><published>2010-06-25T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:29:49.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alamak busy laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have I been?&lt;br /&gt;Alright. If it really actually happened according to my wish, I would have killed 2 bus drivers, 1 taxi driver, thrown a bangla's handphone at oncoming traffic, cursed and swear til I go coarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very temperamental la this days. So know I really know why Dad is always so fussy when he comes back from work.. TIRED LAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Yeah now, I have difficulty differentiating school (work) or school (klc) :D&lt;br /&gt;When I narate stories I will always confuse people. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLC is ok good la. But then the down side of working and schooling at the same time is that I have lesser time for myself and the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just very recently, I had a very long talk with my colleague about the work environment and teaching techniques. Ok la. Nobody is perfect lor. Its hard to play the nice one. You bitch bout me, I bitch bout you. At the end of the day, everyone also same. Mehh, nemind. Like I said before, you need time to get the know the real person.&lt;br /&gt;We can say its kinda like a Roshinie thing :D (Roshie! ILY HOR. NO WORRIES:D)&lt;br /&gt;So in my opinion, work is like in secondary school. Secondary school prepares you for work! So listen, observe, study and cherish your secondary school memories kids! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people who would want to bring you down, there will always be competition, there will always be homework wherever you are even if it is not exactly refered to as homework! Hehh!&lt;br /&gt;But, there will also be people who will help you, guide you, understand you,people you are more comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la I admit I had a different picture in my mind when I have not started the job. But it is still ok. One man can make a difference if he wants to.. not that I'm saying me alone will change anything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Blogging on the bus is not fun! And I'm getting off so yeah. Cheerios! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4871077983556295872?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4871077983556295872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4871077983556295872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/alamak-busy-laaa.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7581956114450612790</id><published>2010-06-19T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:16:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really really really really hopefuly wish I get my 2 months pay tomorrow. T.T&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7581956114450612790?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7581956114450612790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7581956114450612790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-really-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1534489904724615753</id><published>2010-06-14T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:15:07.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Try to take in as much positive energy from your surroundings and ignore the negative to build a positive aura around yourself. - Mother&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Fine. I'll try but I won't promise I will stop being mad at things that occurs against my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness classes at AMORE LIVING: CITY SQUARE have been amazing! Apart from the expected muscle aches..&lt;br /&gt;It is sucha a pity my 1 week trial is ending this Wednesday.. Hehh.. When I finally get my payslip, I can enrol myself for the membership allowing me unlimited access to the classes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You need both WEALTH and HEALTH!- Mother&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I can't wait for my movie date with the cousins :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1534489904724615753?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1534489904724615753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1534489904724615753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/try-to-take-in-as-much-positive-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6952593554346112147</id><published>2010-06-13T21:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:55:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It bugs me not knowing if I am getting my freaking pay on the 20th June.&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me! I have so much to buy with so little money.&lt;br /&gt;How in the world did I ge so materialistic! Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. Stupid la k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I FREAKING WANT TO GO SHOPPING SO FREAKING BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; put aside for transportation ($100) and food ($100). Not to forget those fcuking bills ($100). I don't even know where the fcuk my white sony ericsson phone is. I am paying for something I am not using. Its ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to save up for braces! And if I want to continue having fitness classes to go to, I would have to hae money for AMORE membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have to pay back Mum and Dad a total of $700. Wtf is that?&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a working 16 year old who has to pretend to be an adult just because she is working. Its lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intending on posting something much positive, my 1-week trial at AMORE LIVING: CITY SQUARE MALL (Farrer Park). Well, I'll post that tomorrow or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I hate my dext's batt for being able to last for about 6hrs only. I should have considered the spec much more thoroughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6952593554346112147?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6952593554346112147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6952593554346112147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-bugs-me-not-knowing-if-i-am-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8139174932204386133</id><published>2010-06-10T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:19:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! Such an adorable way of asking someone for their number :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 10 June is finally over. We are going to the Duck Tour/Singapore Flyer tomorrow with Mummy, Ian, the colleagues and the kids! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, let's count down to the 20th.. 10 days to go. Woohooo~&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! I just don't want to owe Mummy &amp; Daddy any more money.. I don't want to add any more burden!&lt;br /&gt;Ok night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8139174932204386133?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8139174932204386133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8139174932204386133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-i-lost-my-phone-number.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7552720545764491854</id><published>2010-06-09T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:18:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's going to be really really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Wakey wakey at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the house at 8.30.&lt;br /&gt;Start gym classes at 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;End gym classes at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly shower by 12.&lt;br /&gt;Rush to NP's main entrance to meet the sweethearts at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Leave at 4.30 for Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;Go to SATA to make appointment for Pre-Employment Checkup.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive slightly early for my course orientation, supposedly scheduled at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;Finally crashing into bed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!10th June..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been behaving like an ungrateful brat.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy have been toiling and I just can't accept the fact that we aren't like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for hurting the parents. I hate myself for being such a cry baby. I hate myself for crying buckets full of tears over such a tiny matter. My behavior just now is very unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crying thing is going to be affecting my eyes really bad. Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP FASYA. QUIT BLAMING PMS FOR YOUR FCUKING ATTITUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7552720545764491854?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7552720545764491854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7552720545764491854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrows-going-to-be-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-149684390360106447</id><published>2010-06-07T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:01:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, all I need is YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-149684390360106447?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/149684390360106447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/149684390360106447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/actually-all-i-need-is-you-d-fasyajamal.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5679720656474338370</id><published>2010-06-04T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:39:14.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How would life be if I had chosen to go for Electrical Engineering at NP?&lt;br /&gt;Am I right to have chosen Early Childhood at a PRIVATE SCHOOL NOBODY'VE HEARD OF BEFORE instead to "pursue my passion"?&lt;br /&gt;Heck. I only REALISE I have the PASSION for teaching this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5679720656474338370?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5679720656474338370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5679720656474338370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-would-life-be-if-i-had-chosen-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7066306959813538658</id><published>2010-06-02T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:39:24.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Eclipse's trailer. Yup its the twillight saga thingy.&lt;br /&gt;What? Taylor's hot!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I don't freaking get why Jacob is in love with Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want laaaa. Introduce some hot girl in the movie can? Haiyo! Bella is just not worth fighting for uhh..&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how pale Edward is! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. Brief update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ian says I sound like Doraemon!!&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepover at Gramma's was awesome! BUT the aircon makes me sick -_-&lt;br /&gt;- I made Kueh Lapis at Grama's! Still need some improvements. I shall try again tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okk. Flu getting worst. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7066306959813538658?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7066306959813538658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7066306959813538658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-finished-watching-eclipses-trailer.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7848301487608783049</id><published>2010-05-30T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:58:24.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KARYA 2010! Gereks seyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really truly miss MALAY dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I really have a soft spot for traditional malay dance ever since I was a little girl due to exposure by dearest aunt.&lt;br /&gt;And I am truly honoured to have been part of an awesome dance troupe and dance the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JOGET MIANG-MIANG REMAJA&lt;/span&gt; by Cikgu Azmi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one thing I look forward to when I see a performance is... THE COSTUMES!&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll just be awestrucked by the dancers' grace and vibrancy.&lt;br /&gt;I especially HATE IT when dancers don't smile. But not that much anymore ever since I starting dancing and find it SLIGHTLY difficult to manage so many things at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now. Back to yesterday, I am very very honoured to have shared the stage with AZPIRASI. They are the best!&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget YUAN CHING! :D Yuan Ching MD boys are really sweethearts and the girls, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night performance, I made countless mistakes but at least I didn't pause and panic XD&lt;br /&gt;And according to the audience, they don't seem to realise them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, 290510 will forever be in my heart &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster load up the pictures!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Why do you want to do it? You don't get anything..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm doing it for fun, the experience and the memory ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7848301487608783049?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7848301487608783049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7848301487608783049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/karya-2010-gereks-seyy-i-will-really.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5073105346683082427</id><published>2010-05-28T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:49:48.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eventually, I ended up NOT going to the 4E3 outing that I oh-so want to go! Sentosa will make me fall even more sick and ruin my holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! We went to watch SHREK:FOREVER AFTER :D&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Truthfully it was a little bit dissappointing.. I expected more. The other ones are better. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I met my darlings! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole other subject, FASYA HAS FINALLY GOTTEN HER ACCEPTANCE LETTER!&lt;br /&gt;10 June : Orientation&lt;br /&gt;17 June : Commencement of course&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will have school every Mondays, Tuesdays and Saturdays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be performing at Yew Tee CC on 29 May. Meeting time: 11am. Performance time: 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;I will be glee-ing and 90210-ing every Wednesday night from 10pm starting 9 June.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going for a Malay course on 8 June.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to the Duck Tours/Singapore Flyer on 11 June.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going toys shopping with the colleagues on 15 June.&lt;br /&gt;I will be getting my pay hopefully on 20 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my June Holidays are all planned out already. Some what :D&lt;br /&gt;Ouh! And I hope to finally go for the fish spa thingy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh! Ohh! And I REALLY REALLY WANT TO CATCH UP ON MY SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. GOOD NIGHT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5073105346683082427?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5073105346683082427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5073105346683082427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/eventually-i-ended-up-not-going-to-4e3.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5237432843321596854</id><published>2010-05-25T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:49:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm in deep financial shit.&lt;br /&gt;1. I MUST go for movie's with darling because I miss them like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;2. I MUST go for 4E3's outing because I miss hem like crazy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT outing costs money and I didn't receive my pay!&lt;br /&gt;So, back to asking Dad for money.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pay phone bills samore.. Totally forgot about them lor!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will start spending next month uhh.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5237432843321596854?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5237432843321596854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5237432843321596854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-im-in-deep-financial-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7352637363597987539</id><published>2010-05-23T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:49:12.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THAT WAS STUPID FASYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I deleted you on msn. Then I got carried away deleting whoever I haven't chat in the past few months. And its ridiculous. Now msn is just my few close friends and family. Smart fasya smart...&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of it now? Add back everyone? Pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those Mondays tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7352637363597987539?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7352637363597987539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7352637363597987539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-was-stupid-fasya-at-first-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-998757300532067838</id><published>2010-05-23T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:58:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRACES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need braces because I have very deep overbite.&lt;br /&gt;My top set of teeth are too &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jongang&lt;/span&gt; it covers my bottom set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I went to research about is because it suddenly felt different when I bite my teeth shut. Then, I became more concious about my teeth and feel uncomfortable laughing. And that is really sad! I love to laugh! Now I feel like I'm like :B whenever I open my mouth! :'(&lt;br /&gt;Utterly sadded lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school don't want to give me my letter of acceptance! No letter of acceptance, no pay.&lt;br /&gt;No pay,no braces.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stop shopping and save it up for braces. The less I shop, the more I save, the faster I can get my braces on. Yups I am obsessed with this idea right now. So fasya's turning from :B to :D.. Just you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-998757300532067838?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/998757300532067838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/998757300532067838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/braces-i-need-braces-because-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-659445867920640574</id><published>2010-05-22T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:33:37.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now.. Let's think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll BE RICH ON THE NEXT PAY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-659445867920640574?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/659445867920640574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/659445867920640574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4704447620400268549</id><published>2010-05-20T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:43:12.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not happy uhh!&lt;br /&gt;I want my pay!&lt;br /&gt;If I have to wait for next 20th, I am going to q***! Well, maybe not. Still!!!!@#$%&amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;Sadded. Utterly sadded.&lt;br /&gt;I cried luh.&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if I was cheated. It felt as if I was dumped, picked up and dumped again!&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if I was not given my pay! It felt as if I was forbidden to go shopping ever again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound very dramatic and exaggerating. But seriously, put yourself in my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;I toil hard for a whole month only to find out I don't get to spend my pay? That is RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;I even fall sick more often than ever ever since I started working there.&lt;br /&gt;You know how much time and money I've wasted on medical expenses?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. I'll calm down. The P is checking things out with the HQ. THEY BETTER NOT TELL ME I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE NEXT 20TH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I think I'm gonna be sick :#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4704447620400268549?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4704447620400268549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4704447620400268549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4623932090416764437</id><published>2010-05-18T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:23:31.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I wasn't working, I wouldn't have to worry on how I want to spend my pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. W O R K . work. Krow.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to press on for the portfolios and in about 1 week, its over!! I mean holidays are here uhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the pay issue, I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;I will take up a facial package, go every month.&lt;br /&gt;I will save up for braces.&lt;br /&gt;My motivation to carry on working is to get my braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces.&lt;br /&gt;1. Private, immediate service.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dental Care or whatever it's called, cheaper but long waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my final answer is......... OPTION 2!&lt;br /&gt;Why? It would be my motivation to work. I work so I can save up for braces!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to loan dad, fix and then pay slowly. I've learnt from my mistakes and decided, save and purchase is the better choice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my pay increase, soon I hope, I will plan my schedule carefully and apply for gym membership! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Pay week always makes me happy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4623932090416764437?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4623932090416764437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4623932090416764437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-wasnt-working-i-wouldnt-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-690614185161920790</id><published>2010-05-17T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:20:13.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 1/2 hours at Jurong Polyclinic makes me cranky. It was tiringly depressing to wait at such a sickly place! -.-&lt;br /&gt;So the lung x-ray proved that they are normal. Only thing it pointed out was my backbone is slightly slanted. "No need to worry, nothing serious.. It is just your common cough" Hehh.. Thanks for wasting my time doc -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to work tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;I will not be a quiter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-690614185161920790?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/690614185161920790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/690614185161920790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-12-hours-at-jurong-polyclinic-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7632112923339963838</id><published>2010-05-17T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:03:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadded ttm lor!&lt;br /&gt;1. It is 1am and I am still wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not going to work. Mummy insisted I go for check up. Lungs x-ray! :/&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been coughing as if I just breathe in dust! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I finally yawned!!&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7632112923339963838?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7632112923339963838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7632112923339963838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/sadded-ttm-lor-1.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2530483613828224839</id><published>2010-05-16T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:32:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, these annoying pimples are stupid and has got wrong timing! Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Debra loved my brownies. And I really pray for her hand to get better or at least stop worsening&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to spend much time with the others, family matter. Sadded. I was actually looking forward to hanging out.. hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only reached Yew Tee CC at almost 5. The 5th floor toilet is really dirty and stinky!&lt;br /&gt;I managed to remember the steps THANKS TO KAK HAINI. But I still fumble at the last part :/&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu decided to ADD VOCALS FORTHE GIRLS! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;We had to giggle LOUDLY (anyone giggled loudly before?-.-) and had to flirtatiously call the guys over.&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR FAIL! We sound monotonous. If not, we sound like we want them to come but we can't really be bothered. I think our problem is, we wait for the other to say. Hence sounding rather robotic. But what to do? I don't know la Cikgu!!  Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a year or so, I had body aches uhh then-.-&lt;br /&gt;Alright now.. Sunday. I have a strong feeling I was supposed to do some "work things today.. But I can't seem to remember what it is exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2530483613828224839?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2530483613828224839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2530483613828224839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/firstly-these-annoying-pimples-are.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6442251639197927919</id><published>2010-05-12T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:29:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T FREAKING WAIT FOR THE DIPLOMA TO START.&lt;br /&gt;17th JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is like 1 month away T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck la.. I can't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;STOP FASYA STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we distract ourself k?&lt;br /&gt;8 days more only!&lt;br /&gt;8 days to pay day! Weehee!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we can go... SHOPPING! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still not working. Shit la. This is annoying laaa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fall sick already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6442251639197927919?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6442251639197927919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6442251639197927919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-freaking-wait-for-diploma-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6010676676263654690</id><published>2010-05-11T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:44:38.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate scolding. I was so upset with the children's behaviour, I lectured them real hard. Then my eyes swelled and I was about to burst. Fortunately, I could still control it. I send the children off to their classes instantly.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a pathetic teacher am I? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this routined life of mine. Its tiring and dull.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I have not undergone any proffessional training/course does not help either.. It makes it far worst.&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, office politics, GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, I would go back to secondary one and worked extra hard then, worked the next 4 years like my life depended on it (it does:/) and do my O Levels differently. A positive different. I would work harder and smarter. I would score better and get into a polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes mother.. I still feel that I want to go to polytechnic.. I am NOT ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;The only fcking thing that is pushing me on is the pathetic salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6010676676263654690?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6010676676263654690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6010676676263654690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-scolding.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7377966251024049707</id><published>2010-05-08T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:19:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy lor!:D&lt;br /&gt;Somebody went shopping today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am, we left for City Square at Farrer Park.&lt;br /&gt;2pm, I went shopping! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok set. This would make me feel high for about 1-2 weeks? By then, its pay day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. When pay day comes, I need to put aside for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mummy's birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Nenek's birthday&lt;br /&gt;3. Adik's birthday&lt;br /&gt;4. Sharon's birthday&lt;br /&gt;5. Debra's birthday&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. That's a lot of birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;6. Phone bill $50&lt;br /&gt;7. June food expenses $100&lt;br /&gt;8. Ezlink $50&lt;br /&gt;9. Miscellaneous $50&lt;br /&gt;10. Mum &amp; Dad&lt;br /&gt;11. Savings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah! Now I realise how little my pay is. I MUST NOT COMPLAIN. I LOVE MY JOB! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7377966251024049707?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7377966251024049707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7377966251024049707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-lord-somebody-went-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2563881291020994917</id><published>2010-05-07T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:20:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Elson's is adorable, his mum is gorgeous &amp; his dad is irresistable! Hahah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My 1st Mother's Day celebration was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. By 5pm, I was feeling rather moodless. Hence, I decided to WALK home. The usual 15 minutes journey home took me 45 minutes today. It really reminded me of the secondary school days. Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to go shopping. It has come to the point where it is the only thing that would cheer me up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Marcus is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate irresponsible parents who take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want this cough to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2563881291020994917?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2563881291020994917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2563881291020994917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6427717384951154939</id><published>2010-05-07T06:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:24:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has become a tiring routine for me to go to sleep early, wake up at 1, stare at the ceiling, fall asleep again and wake up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, last year's dream is back to haunt me. It is the exact same dream :(&lt;br /&gt;I used to love dreaming.. but now, I despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the Mother's Day Celebration. I HAVE to meet the Mothers. I can't help but feel anxious. &lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm meeting the parents! Heyloooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I totally miss my friends, especially my Darling Dayah. I haven't seen her for a very very long time now.&lt;br /&gt;I also terribly miss Nami, Sharon, Debra &amp; the usuals, Abby, Ryan, Roshie, Theon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy with their own lives. We don't seem to have a little time slot we can meet. There would always be an inconvienience. Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me I can get through today wonderfully &amp; rest over the weekends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6427717384951154939?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6427717384951154939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6427717384951154939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-become-tiring-routine-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1874642150495034987</id><published>2010-05-06T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:05:28.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goshness. Today is really not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The kids asked for it! Made me scream and shout. PMS possibly? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Missed 98, two 240s &amp; 246 by seconds on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the student's STUPID BROTHER forgot to fetch the poor boy home. ASSHOLE! (I would have felt worst if he was my student and I had to go through what Joyce went through just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Flu suddenly got worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tomorrow is the Mother's Day Celebration. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That dream from the other night is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope after a good night's rest, I am all set to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1874642150495034987?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1874642150495034987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1874642150495034987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/goshness.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1871749380242887018</id><published>2010-05-05T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:59:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The day I get MY OWN ROOM with;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A CORNER EQUIPED WITH DRAWERS OF RIBBONS, COLOURFUL PAPERS, TRINKETS, STICKERS, ETC.&lt;br /&gt;(So I'll have 2 desks in the room:D One normal desk &amp; one with a huge cutting mat on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. PROPER SHELVING UNITS (the one I have now is dented metal -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. 2 WARDROBES! One for work &amp; one for non- work. DUH! AND it must not have too many sheves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A MEDIUM SIZED GLASS PANELLED CUPBOARD for my mini library; a place for me to store my favourite reading materials :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Make that 2 MEDIUM SIZED PANELLED CUPBOARD! I want another one for - its a little project I've always wanted to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A comfy SOFA! (Preferable a sofa bed :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A huge trendy magnetic whiteboard :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. 2 fans, STRATEGICLY PLACED. (My fan's current position is directly IN MY FACE! It makes me fall sick! Why 2? One for my top bunk &amp; one for me when I'm not on my bunk? DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. BRIGHT YELLOW WALLS &amp; BABY BLUE CEILINGS :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A little shelf right next to the door with 2 strong hooks. for the wallet, the phone, the must-haves when I go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. An adorable WALL CLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A proper rubbish bin -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;will I be genuinely elated &amp; will ignore all that annoying feeling/thought as I come home from work to a wonderful room I can call my own, as physical proof to myself I AM SUCCESSFUL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW. &lt;br /&gt;Let's go to LaLa Land and dream the wonderfullest dream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa wait!&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dream was EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I was in love with the one person I never would have imagined would steal my heart.&lt;br /&gt;(He had an awesome body! *drools* Too bad he ain't like that in real life -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Other parts of the dream are just too pfft to be shared. Hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope tonight's dream won't be a continuation/repeat/anything similar!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really mind that much because of his hot body...KHEHEHE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1871749380242887018?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1871749380242887018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1871749380242887018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-i-get-my-own-room-with.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4152724107772848289</id><published>2010-05-05T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:59:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 6 yr old sang: "Shawty's like a melody in my head....NaNaNaNa everyday.."&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston's Replay. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;Previously, he sang: "and I was like Baby, Baby, Baby, Noooo"&lt;br /&gt;And later, he sang: "I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart"&lt;br /&gt;Cute uhh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Joyce has got to come to work TOMORROW! PLEASE BE WELL! :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOYCE! I bought her chocolates and when I reach the office, I found out she on MC -.-&lt;br /&gt;Right. Now let's post something that is NOT bitter..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind. Have a nice day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So much for a sweet post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: What is worst than sitting beside a dude who opens his leg up so wide, you have very little space to sit?&lt;br /&gt;A dude who opens up his leg so wide, has real bad body odour &amp; keeps nodding his sleepy head in your direction T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4152724107772848289?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4152724107772848289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4152724107772848289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-yr-old-sang-shawtys-like-melody-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7048369918872412444</id><published>2010-05-04T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:10:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, it is just too dumb for guys to HAVE to open up their legs real wide! I barely had enough space to sit comfortably in my seat in 98 just now. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it is soo unfair that guys can get away with stupidity since its their nature! They can do something really really stupid and say "Well, I'm a guy. What'd you expect?" What the fcuk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Hilary Duff's Break My Heart is my song of the moment. It keeps playing in my head. Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, this stupid cough has got to go away. Honest. Its affecting me negatively in every way I could possiby think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hate it when someone wants to say something but decides to complicate everyone else's lives by making a "general" statement and expect people to get it. Wa wait.. I am doing it myself now! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I have to start posting sweet &amp; nice posts. Honestly, what has become of me? Awful, miserable and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7048369918872412444?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7048369918872412444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7048369918872412444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/firstly-it-is-just-too-dumb-for-guys-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-460910501329286885</id><published>2010-05-03T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:24:45.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enough movies for the extended weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;. Fame&lt;br /&gt;. I Hate Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;. The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;br /&gt;. Post Grad&lt;br /&gt;. I Love You, Man&lt;br /&gt;. The Lovely Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. There's more! I don't even remember all the movies I watched -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Whatever happens in movies, stays in movies. My life ain't picture perfect happy ending like in the movies. Heck, nobody's is. BUT we have a choice to be miserable or suck it up &amp; live life. Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING'S FOR SURE, I SHALL STOP COMPLAINING. Well,as for now :D&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, my left _ is larger than my right. I ain't perfect and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;(Be creative and have a laugh at what you get if you fill in the blank with different words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Mutant cough is back -.- NOT fun. Pfft. Ok enough. &lt;br /&gt;Good night sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-460910501329286885?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/460910501329286885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/460910501329286885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/enough-movies-for-extended-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4976607519455001206</id><published>2010-05-02T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:52:33.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLOSURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good enough reason for me to have felt this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4976607519455001206?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4976607519455001206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4976607519455001206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/closure-is-that-good-enough-reason-for.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-9005267068078847909</id><published>2010-05-01T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:14:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, if I were someone else I would be sooo annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have been too emotional for my own good this past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I woke up crying (probably because of that stupid dream, or not).&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I cried when I couldn't find my SE phone. I check it from time to time for msgs but I haven't been checking it for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I cried when I watched Princess Diaries 2. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, BOWLING TOMORROW! :)&lt;br /&gt;I know whose face I am going to picture on the pins when I throw that bowling ball tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-9005267068078847909?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/9005267068078847909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/9005267068078847909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/05/honestly-if-i-were-someone-else-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-394053175244764180</id><published>2010-04-25T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:53:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so today wasn't the Sunday that I had in mind. However, its all good now.. HOPEFULLY! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I woke up quite late for a Sunday. Hence not getting my masala thosai :(&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, right after breakfast, I felt feverish and the cramps started. Apparently, I having my period -.-&lt;br /&gt;Its really very scary. I have never had fever while having period before. I have had cramps,back ache &amp; head ache. All of which I have gotten used to. BUT fever, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 38.5 after drinking tons of water! :/&lt;br /&gt;Please Allah, if I fall sick again, don't let me suffer as much as today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, IDOL GIVES BACK IS AWESOMESAUCE! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its close to midnight and I can't sleep -.-&lt;br /&gt;Aiyayai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Don't go breaking my heart~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-394053175244764180?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/394053175244764180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/394053175244764180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok-so-today-wasnt-sunday-that-i-had-in.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-3684996785050936456</id><published>2010-04-25T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:59:32.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was plain awesomesauce with strawberries on top! Well, Perhaps the strawberries were a tiny bit sour :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, the hotcakes I had in the morning with Zul was uber tasty! I got 3 butters. So one for each hotcake. Then I smeared it with all the syrup. DELICIOUS!! :) hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I met Abby at Lakeside MRT at 2pm. We were supposed to meet at CLEMENTI MRT at 2pm.. BUT I was late. Hehh.. Sorry:) I still owe her a drink for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, DE CODER'S CAFE!:))&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;First things first they would be seeing more of me there for sure! :)&lt;br /&gt;It was simply amazing. Surrounded by people you have no choice but to adore and tons &amp; tons of PARTY GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;The staff there were awesome. They didn't kick us out when we made a coffeeshop out of their cafe. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Ian &amp; I headed straight back to Grama's place cos we thought we should just order KFC DELIVERY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT Nooooooo. KFC Delivery hates me. I had to go back, walk like 15mins back to the interchange there and bussed back again. We hand to cross an uber huge road if we wanted to take the bus and to wait for the bus, I wasn't in the mood for that. By the time we reached Grama's place again, it was 715pm. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;Ate to my fullest content alright!hahah:)&lt;br /&gt;We then watched Cheaper by the Dozen 2 on Ch 5.&lt;br /&gt;JACOB BLACK! Dayah! We share him can can? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, RT seems to be drifting apart. And honestly, the RT spirit that we kept boasting about, it ain't a whole group effort. It was just the same old people trying their best to keep everyone together. But I had enough of that. Mum was 100% right. We are a group of rebounds. Hehh.. let's not make it sound that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;Its just that 10 in a group, that is too huge for a clique. 10? Its like in a class. Don't lie.. Your class ain't THAT BONDED that there are absolutely NO CLIQUES AT ALL; everyone goes to recess and sit together, during group work, they all don't mind working with absolutely ANYONE, they don't turn to the same old people, "Because we are a huge family".&lt;br /&gt;Face it, RT has got smaller cliques within the clique. For starters, why in the world do we refer them as LeeNamiGa if they aren't that smaller clique within our clique. Let's just not be a clique and just be close friends. Is that even possible?? I'm sorry but I'm just writing down my opinions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a clique is a SMALL group of CLOSE FRIENDS who do not need to TRY to make the friendship work out. It is supposed to be a natural thing. We don't HAVE to have a hangout DAY. A Hangout place is fine by me. But a hangout DAY? Well ok fine. If we don't have a day reserved for just us, hanging out, it might never happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, we aren't the clique we use to be in secondary school. Things change, people change. I used to be so againts that phrase. I used to be that naive to think that people would never change. But neh...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just let it be and go with the flow. Don't stress too much about it. Planning, plans &amp; future scares me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh..&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, MAKCIK! AKU RINDU KAU LAAAA! Dayah! Biler KAU free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-3684996785050936456?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3684996785050936456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/3684996785050936456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-was-plain-awesomesauce-with.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2922975595450485816</id><published>2010-04-21T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:27:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most hated question of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;     "How's poly so far?Which poly are you in by the way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaahh! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I can't blame you for not knowing but I am tired of explaining. I've tried to find a way to make the explaination sound simpler but it just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Currently I am teaching at PCF, prescho-"&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you study first?" (I am not done thank you very much.)&lt;br /&gt;"I am. Like I was saying, I am teaching AND taking my Dip in Early Childhood- Teaching at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh that's good. Don't worry, working is not that bad" (When in the world did I say that it is -.-)&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" (I suddenly have the urge to bang my head on the wall. I wonder why...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I am a sucessful 17 year old. I look forward to my pay every 20th. I get to shop and feel lightheaded and happy for atleast a week or so. And I am freaking fine with that. By the time I complete my training, I have a diploma and experience. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I am uber happy to have gotten (ever since I started working) :&lt;br /&gt;* my bright yellow Crocs wedges&lt;br /&gt;* my Outfitters Girls dresses&lt;br /&gt;* my Emporio Armani green spectacles&lt;br /&gt;* my shocking pink Casio: Baby G watch&lt;br /&gt;* my brown leather CarloRino haversack&lt;br /&gt;* my freaking dext&lt;br /&gt;And whatever else I've gotten and can't seem to recall right this instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a freaking polytechnic enrolment to be contented with my 17 year old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2922975595450485816?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2922975595450485816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2922975595450485816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-hated-question-of-moment-hows-poly.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1501654448624468333</id><published>2010-04-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:15:38.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, i am tired. hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1501654448624468333?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1501654448624468333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1501654448624468333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/honestly-i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7521299556309108011</id><published>2010-04-15T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:52:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work wasn't too bad today.&lt;br /&gt;I like~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that weak/breathless feeling from time to time and still coughing like crazy. Other than that, I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight darlings! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7521299556309108011?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7521299556309108011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7521299556309108011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/work-wasnt-too-bad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1832767265587662664</id><published>2010-04-14T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:24:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, I just want to say that I HATE staying home, sick.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what is to become of my children? Hehh.. but seriously, who's gonna be teaching them today?&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, what is to become of me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now.. why am I sick?&lt;br /&gt;It is simply because I am sickly-.-&lt;br /&gt;Since forever, I've got weak lungs. The vessels in my lungs that carries oxygen to all parts of my body is narrower due to phlegm and shrinkage. Phlegm is caused by cough, and the cold weather causes the vessels to shrink. Since the vessels are narrower, oxygen has trouble passing through, causing me to have difficulty breathing. All this is worst when I am sleeping since I am lying down. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my meal of the day, PORRIDGE &amp; BARLEY.&lt;br /&gt;(Dah jadi macam budak-budak punyer makanan every Thursday la pulak..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios. Good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1832767265587662664?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1832767265587662664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1832767265587662664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-i-just-want-to-say-that-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2744388229797799720</id><published>2010-04-11T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:35:18.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm feeling is rather unexplainable! I can't help it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay with the girls &amp; Ry was good. I was very hyper and all that UNTIL we were having our drinks at TCC. Even the "Hazelnutella something something" drink I got couldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I lied. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I want to smile from within again. I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I want my swings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2744388229797799720?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2744388229797799720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2744388229797799720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-im-feeling-is-rather-unexplainable.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-838706397579625820</id><published>2010-04-11T06:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:57:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Startled from sleep at around 2.45am. Started to have stomach pain and feel breathless at around 3am. Kept going to the washroom but na-da. Felt very nauseous. Couldn't sleep until Subuh. Prayed &amp; now, I still can't sleep. I am almost 4 hours deprived of sleep/rest. I don't know what is wrong with me. Mother says its either I'm putting on weight or I'm under too much stress/thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I feel better in time to go meet the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-838706397579625820?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/838706397579625820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/838706397579625820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/startled-from-sleep-at-around-2.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1218080768307016492</id><published>2010-04-10T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:56:41.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to City Square, Malaysia today. We left the house at 930am and only reach home at 730pm!:)&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's custom is really pretty! And comfortable:) I just don't like the winding road we have to take to go back to Singapore. However, as a whole, I am a happy girl! Hahah! Allow me to elaborate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we watched "Evolusi KL Drift 2". Gerek dok! ;)&lt;br /&gt;We purposely bought the 3.15pm tickets so we could walk around the shopping center, WINDOW-SHOPPING. With 3 hours to kill, we started from the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I got my RETAIL THERAPY! I ended up with my uber bright yellow Crocs platforms, a ribbon headband and a full stomach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I bought the platforms, I changed into them :)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can't help but to look at them seyy! I loike!~&lt;br /&gt;Huahuahua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Guess who I saw while waiting for Mum to buy the movie tickets??&lt;br /&gt;Mr F laa! I thought I saw him the first time. I heck care la. But then the second time, after I went to the washroom, I saw him again, confirm! I thought of stepping forward to salam his mother because she happen to be my friend's mum too but then he looked away. So I removed that thought. I respect that he want nothing to do with me. *shrugs* So I continued talking to Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mum said when I told her the incident, "Let bygones be bygones and laugh it off". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as a whole, I love today and ended up a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I LOVE MY NEW BRIGHT YELLOW CROCS PLATFORMS?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1218080768307016492?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1218080768307016492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1218080768307016492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-went-to-city-square-malaysia-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5464091877808135573</id><published>2010-04-09T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:43:00.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up feeling energised; but confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hari Raya Haji. Apparently, it was a gala celebration with both sides of the family in a hotel ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;There was a live telecast of people carrying out their Haji. Then, a photo montage of our loved ones who have passed away. I started to cry. While wiping my tears, I turned left and right to look for a tissue box. I finally saw a tissue box on a table way to the back. I went over and took the whole box back. While all this is going on, I noticed someone looking at me, with a worried face. I thought it was one of my cousins. Apparently, he wasn't. He was Mr F.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less and went back to my table. On the way there, I saw Mr N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan says dreaming about the past means the past is coming back to haunt me. Dreaming of both of them means I would have someone new in my life soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then! I didn't expect that dude (20-ish?) to ask me out for lunch and my number!&lt;br /&gt;What was he attracted to uhh? My puffy hair and my fugly eyebags?&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of my life!&lt;br /&gt;If he bothers me, I am going to tell him that I am sorry and I have a (non-existent) boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;If matters get worst, I might have to call the SWAT team (as suggested by Shak). Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala... I have my collegues by me. One of them said, " You don't worry. If he disturb you all of us ladies go out beat him up." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case, threaten to call police lor! Hahahah! See.. I am all ready in case any scenarios occurs. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hehh.. I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5464091877808135573?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5464091877808135573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5464091877808135573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/woke-up-feeling-energised-but-confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2550775539926132577</id><published>2010-04-08T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:41:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the way home from work, I realise how much I miss cycling.. Not the hardcore fast cycling you race around the park with the family or friends.. It is more of the casual ride to the shop nearby to run an errand or to your friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even thought on investing on a ladies cycle for work. It would definitely cut transportation cost! Hahah :)&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS. Mentioned it to Mother.. She thinks its one of my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;semangat dua minit&lt;/span&gt; ideas -.-&lt;br /&gt;Quote Arin: "Macam the China ladies pagi pagi." Hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fine. Not too stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am catching up.. However, I am still unsatisfied until I start my diploma. I am rather clueless most of the time. Lucky for me, my collegues are really awesomesauce. They help me out as and when I need them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1K2 can be categorised as adorably irritating :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't wait for the 20th aka pay day! :))&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEPRESSED WITHOUT MONEY!! Pathetic right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mother commented on how tired I look like.. She even asked if I am enjoying myself at work. My reply, I LOVE MY JOB! I DON'T FEEL TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;However we all know if you give me my bed, I will fall right into a deep sleep until hours later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side not, ANNOYANCE!hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2550775539926132577?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2550775539926132577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2550775539926132577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-way-home-from-work-i-realise-how.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7488280525429864920</id><published>2010-04-07T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:45:29.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am broke therefore I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7488280525429864920?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7488280525429864920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7488280525429864920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-broke-therefore-i-am-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1526077076932568810</id><published>2010-04-07T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:18:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;!@#$%&amp;* YET AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me that I am not spending as much time as I want to with my awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to witness myself drift further away from the people who are partly the reason I am today.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me silently whenever I pass by Yuan Ching Secondary School. No matter how horrible that memory is, they are still valuable, precious memories I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;It dissappoints me to see myself growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;It destroys me thinking of what the future might NOT have in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to have all this stupid, silly, redundant matter swarming my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just start my diploma NOW? Atleast I have something constructive to stress about.&lt;br /&gt;Taking about diplomas. Mine is a part time course. I would complete it in around 2.5 years. That is probably about the time most of my friends would be completing theirs too. Except that I WON'T HAVE A PROPER GRADUATING CERMONY to make a huge fuss about. (If Arin is reading this, she would probably laugh at me considering the fact that she IS making an uber huge fuss about her graduation. Meanie..) It is just that I have always imagined myself going through a different route.. No.. I should say normal route. But today, the route I am taking is really different from anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT saying I don't like this route. I love it. However at times, I ask myself again, are you sure you have chosen the best decision?  Are you certain? And every time, I would comfort myself with as much positive thinking as I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to write a positive feelgood post about work!&lt;br /&gt;I need to throw myself face first down off my bunk bed.&lt;br /&gt;God.. I must stop this crap.&lt;br /&gt;I need my retail therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1526077076932568810?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1526077076932568810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1526077076932568810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5001906489402521073</id><published>2010-04-04T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:52:23.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ohh!&lt;br /&gt;4 tiring hours of writing on my "teacher's log book" the whole year's worth of lesson plans and I'm left with an aching hand, a blister on my right ring finger &amp; an aching back.&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it. Some work load off my shoulders :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't wait for my diploma to start.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't wait to get my gym membership.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't wait to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5001906489402521073?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5001906489402521073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5001906489402521073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-ohh-4-tiring-hours-of-writing-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6004262352895320335</id><published>2010-04-03T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:18:02.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog shop alert peepos!&lt;br /&gt;http://itslikestealing.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's outing with Ryan &amp; Abby was simply awesomesauce! Hahah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6004262352895320335?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6004262352895320335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6004262352895320335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-shop-alert-peepos.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6160153477519397475</id><published>2010-04-02T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:17:29.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently. I was so stup- I thought I couldn't blog using my dext!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, owning dext have been just awesomesauce (adapted from ryan)!hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of today at Dayah's place with her &amp;amp; Zul. MOVIE MARATHON! 4 movies to be exact. Hahah! It was fun and enjoyable. WE &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; do this more often:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I felt a little uncomfortable as I think I might have gone overboard as a guest in the house..&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate her parents' hospitality though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, I can't wait for the next meeting/outing with the usuals.. I miss them seyy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow free guys? Sunday? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios with huge smiles.&lt;br /&gt;♥, fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6160153477519397475?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6160153477519397475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6160153477519397475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/04/apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-756565056962124870</id><published>2010-03-20T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:41:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 10 hours of shopping, I am 2 dresses, 2 cardis, 1 bag and 2 hair accessories richer.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I feel blessed!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-756565056962124870?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/756565056962124870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/756565056962124870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-10-hours-of-shopping-i-am-2.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7487937669830631742</id><published>2010-03-19T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:15:14.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current Annoying Mood: Lazy/Pathetic/Upset/Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school to start so I won't have free time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Free time makes me go mellow. I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, I would be the form teacher of 2 classes as of Monday. Nervous much?&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7487937669830631742?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7487937669830631742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7487937669830631742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/current-annoying-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7822776841238093097</id><published>2010-03-19T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:58:34.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S6Lz-q53nqI/AAAAAAAAATM/UB4xFvn9rlM/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S6Lz-q53nqI/AAAAAAAAATM/UB4xFvn9rlM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450186757066170018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Ok fine. I should have gotten way way better considering the difficulty level of the paper. Or should I say easiculty!hahah-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am still glad and thankful I passed the minimum criteria to take the diploma. I shall talk to the principal about my options on Monday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL THANKS TO RY FOR HIS AWESOME BRACELET THAT HAD PROVEN ITSELF TO BRING GOOD LUCK!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7822776841238093097?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7822776841238093097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7822776841238093097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-ok-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S6Lz-q53nqI/AAAAAAAAATM/UB4xFvn9rlM/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7836337310788663871</id><published>2010-03-13T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:50:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE BOTANIC GARDENS.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally say I've been there!hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was sticky, tiring BUT fun!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BFF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there's this pin-hole size cut on my left middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;I realised its existence when i was shampoo-ing my hair this morning.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like hell the whole day!-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys your school holiday!hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7836337310788663871?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7836337310788663871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7836337310788663871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/singapore-botanic-gardens.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4267418037739301094</id><published>2010-03-10T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:00:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor Swift, Our Song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I terribly can't wait for anything to happen that would add some sugar rush into my rather stagnant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I want to lose weight. No, I NEED to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;Goshness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, let's just see how Saturday comes along.hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4267418037739301094?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4267418037739301094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4267418037739301094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-song-is-slamming-screen-door.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-4303220286792397674</id><published>2010-03-08T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:48:20.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally did all I could for my IELTS. Its up to the Council to pass or fail me:)&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go there early and ended up reaching Orchard MRT 1 hour early.&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, I went up to the road and felt rather UNCONFIDENT because I didn't know where to go-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I managed to find a bus stop that has a bus that takes me to British Council:)&lt;br /&gt;So I reached the lobby half an hour earlier. When up and registered anyhow. Apparently, less than 5 minutes later, the lady called my name. "I know it is a little early but since you are here, why don't you just take the test?:)" So I did and the examiner was really friendly and awesome!He totally made the exam room not feel so examination-y:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I head back for TJ.&lt;br /&gt;The MRT lady suddenly made everyone empty the train at Outram Part station. Odd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, I was at Dayah's place. AWESOME time spent with her today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhwell, back to work tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasyajamal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-4303220286792397674?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4303220286792397674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/4303220286792397674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-finally-did-all-i-could-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7705406518476151083</id><published>2010-03-07T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:47:22.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE NAMI'S POEMS!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claimed there were tyres encircling my belly&lt;br /&gt;But when i tried to sweat, you said i was smelly&lt;br /&gt;You complained that your eyes bled at the sight of me,&lt;br /&gt;but when im gone you said,"WHERES THE FATTY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet i still laughed at your&lt;br /&gt;making fun of my being&lt;br /&gt;A laughter so infectious&lt;br /&gt;yet it was a facade you were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;it was myself i was fighting&lt;br /&gt;To heal the wounds of my dignity&lt;br /&gt;with your insidious comments it was struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when those tyres unwound from my belly,&lt;br /&gt;your jaws dropped and i know for you ,it must've suck&lt;br /&gt;To have once insulted this beauty as smelly&lt;br /&gt;Now you're screaming in the corner "WHAT THE FUCK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SITI NAMIRA, http://namidesu.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7705406518476151083?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7705406518476151083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7705406518476151083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-namis-poems-you-claimed-there.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8621313626962131450</id><published>2010-03-03T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:11:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;My good buddy recently had some trouble getting on with a girl he likes , the same old story.And I’ve been asking myself &lt;b&gt;why is it that some peeps need the comfort of a relationship to get on with their lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sure it gets lonely sometimes but i can deal with it.Tell you what , good buddy , don’t rush to fall in love.Fall off a bridge , it hurts less. :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just a little post I chance upon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving the message it is sending:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my 2 days MC isn't that bad. I get to rest and recover fully.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can say I've been sleeping alot:)&lt;br /&gt;Disney movies have been my source of entertainment.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOIKES:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Talking about entertainment, we have been having trouble with the Mio TV set up box for a few days now I think and WONDERFUL ME decided to just let it run for a bit, it said right at the bottom of the blue screen "Please wait...". So i thought let's just wait.&lt;br /&gt;And yup, I succeeded:)&lt;br /&gt;BUT! There's still problems with the VOD.hehh...ATLEAST we've got TV to watch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have rubbed hard on me AGAIN that I won't be leading a normal teenage life when I received the enrolment package. Some had even commented that I am too mature for my own good! However, I know that by leading this way forward, I am helping Mum &amp;amp; Dad ease their responsibilities a little. And that is what that matters most right now.&lt;br /&gt;Allah have already planned my life for me. And HE knows best. So, I shall just go along with it and pray for the most enjoyable roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On yet another note, I a kinda nervous about the test I am going to take on the 6th. People told me it is easy to score, I have seen the sample papers and they are not tough. BUT what if I don't make it? Where am I to go next?&lt;br /&gt;Other options? Well, I can still go to that EE course at NP and TRY my best to not FAIL at it..&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Let's just get back on that rollercoaster ride I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh...too much for a post on a sick day off.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fasya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8621313626962131450?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8621313626962131450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8621313626962131450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-good-buddy-recently-had-some-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2685513532917569604</id><published>2010-03-02T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:44:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 days MC: NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, atleast i feel myself recovering.hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Deprived to the extent where desperation steps in&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2685513532917569604?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2685513532917569604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2685513532917569604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-days-mc-not-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5058456090049459560</id><published>2010-03-01T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:21:26.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S MARCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up!Let's update about 26-27 February first. DAYAH'S 17TH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a freaking 1 hour ride to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;Slept 3/4 of the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other quarter?Well, I spent it laughing at how people sleep and imagining laughing at myself sleeping!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was not so late when I reached Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached, we hang around for a bit and later, we went to venture Ehub but nothing was open. So we went to Fairprice and bought ICE CREAM!3 flavours, Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed down to KFC to buy snackers!:)&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for KFC cheese and popcorn:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guys alert went weeweeweeee.&lt;br /&gt;I just glanced and noticed that one of them looked like Farez!It wasn't him.&lt;br /&gt;And his friend, wearing the white shirt caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Almost instantly, Dayah mentioned this two thingys and we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny cos the kinda seem like they deliberately stopped in front of us to talk&lt;br /&gt;And they turned back after walking for a little distance.&lt;br /&gt;However, these guys looked younger than us but wht the heck right??&lt;br /&gt;Brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we saw them on the way back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;They walked behind us but turned to the right at the entrance, walking towards the other chalet.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we sat down under the almost full moon and ate. We both thought that it would have been better if the THREE of us were there together. However, Zul couldn't make it due to tuition. He musn't miss tuition. Crucial year for him!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we all slept soundly throughout the night except for the part where the babies cried-.-&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, ALL of us did but the BIRTHDAY GIRL was too excited to sleep!hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yess!!I love to hear dayah talk with her retainers on :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we didn't bathe until around 11am:) Chalet what?!&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and lappy couldn't log on to facebook. Hence, I resorted to snapping photos of Dayah with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S4uBVOIZclI/AAAAAAAAATE/rTu8uBsMdxA/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S4uBVOIZclI/AAAAAAAAATE/rTu8uBsMdxA/s400/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443586776177930834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is of Dayah sleeping!Retainers still on, sleeping soundly after not sleeping the whole night!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we cleaned up and went out to the carpark to help carry BBQ thingys to the room.&lt;br /&gt;And guess WHO WE SAW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys from last night!hahahah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast and later welcomed people in.&lt;br /&gt;First up was Amirul, Nazri, Firdaus &amp;amp; Shahiran!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny people those 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fast forward to the birthday BBQ!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time having to BBQ my own food!&lt;br /&gt;I usually just have to wait to be served!&lt;br /&gt;What an experience:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we cut the cake!&lt;br /&gt;Delicious chocolate cake. IT even has strawberries on it. BUT the strawberries turned out to be sour-.- hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul and I went missing for awhile. We went to go get Dayah's Birthday Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;We went to get her a floating Pooh balloon!:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after everyone had gone home, the THREE of us ate under the full moon!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl wanted to open up her pressies. And chose to open his present as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly remembered I haven't gave her our pressie!-.-&lt;br /&gt;She loved the card:) The hard-work paid off:)&lt;br /&gt;And the necklace too. Bufferfrywy. Silver and rosy bufferfrywy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I enjoyed my time there with my bestfriends!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh darn.It's late.continue next time:)&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-5058456090049459560?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5058456090049459560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5058456090049459560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march-hold-uplets-update-about-26.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S4uBVOIZclI/AAAAAAAAATE/rTu8uBsMdxA/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-7940898067398639033</id><published>2010-02-24T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:22:17.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's update about work shall we..&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to update about right??-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is official. All the children in the centre knows me!hahah-.-&lt;br /&gt;That is because I have relieved all the teachers at least once.&lt;br /&gt;It is fun, at times frustrating since I am not qualified and trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I realised that teachers, especially pre-school teachers, are really all-rounders.&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school teachers are the kid's EMS teachers, PE teachers, CME teachers, Music Teachers, Art teachers. Not only that, teachers are also part-time administrators!hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, I finally faxed for the first time, mastered a programme at work, made calls and answered calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! Stressful situations makes me lose my appetite-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh...&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, SATURDAY!:)&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope Mum &amp;amp; Dad allows me to sleepover on Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥, fasyajamal!&lt;br /&gt;ps: Pre-school teachers ain't babysitters-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-7940898067398639033?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7940898067398639033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/7940898067398639033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-update-about-work-shall-we.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8258975240155354413</id><published>2010-02-16T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:09:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been spending the whole day watching movies after movies on MIO's Video On Demand.&lt;br /&gt;SYIOKS!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can say I've been wasting my time in front of the television:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am my worst during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't bathe since Sunday afternoon...up til this afternoon at 2++??&lt;br /&gt;hehh...goshness..but what the heck right?&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I NEED TO STOP COUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: I LOVE JAPANESE AND KOREAN.BOTH, FULL STOP :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8258975240155354413?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8258975240155354413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8258975240155354413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-been-spending-whole-day-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2565487867294421958</id><published>2010-02-15T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:05:32.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATURDAY: wasted the day away!&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCLE'S ENGAGEMENT!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: wasted the day away!-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...boring but at least i got to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at home(-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, the chinese new year have only given me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!:(&lt;br /&gt;ok now..heeeeehhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2565487867294421958?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2565487867294421958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2565487867294421958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-wasted-day-away-sunday-uncles.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-5992242368563836474</id><published>2010-02-12T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:25:03.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S3VSOUgEYxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xJzM6dWGaJc/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S3VSOUgEYxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xJzM6dWGaJc/s400/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437342531094602514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know its getting more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my eyebrows just the way they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have survived 12 years of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop telling me to fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyebrow pencil, Mascara, Threading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,fj!&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/38886053-5992242368563836474?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5992242368563836474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/5992242368563836474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-its-getting-more-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-H8RxZEI44/S3VSOUgEYxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xJzM6dWGaJc/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-8315264132501355219</id><published>2010-02-11T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:52:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IM CHEONGSAM-ING TO WORK TOMORROW!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its tight.its sposed to be..but then idk.maybe i will post pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY JOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥,fj!&lt;div&gt;ps: givesmehope.com GMH!♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-8315264132501355219?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8315264132501355219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/8315264132501355219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-cheongsam-ing-to-work-tomorrow-its.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-1920937900007949010</id><published>2010-02-09T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:03:22.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling like updating the blog.&lt;div&gt;Life has been monotonous right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT for life to get up and about running again, I have to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Complete IELTS application form and go to 30 Napier Road to register ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Take the 6 March 2010 test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Give test results to Ms Ong by first week of April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sign bond with the school and proceed with my diploma!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right here, right now, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(must)&lt;/span&gt; LOVE ME!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥,fj!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-1920937900007949010?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1920937900007949010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/1920937900007949010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-feeling-like-updating-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-2851547172719879915</id><published>2010-02-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:40:04.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MYSELF:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥,fj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-2851547172719879915?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2851547172719879915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/2851547172719879915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-myself-fj.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38886053.post-6930108434507586808</id><published>2010-02-04T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:02:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIFT!THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning as I was packing lunch, about to leave for work, my boyfriend danced into the kitchen singing a made up song consisting of only my name over and over. When he saw me, he turned red and said "Oh, you're still here". Sneaking a peak in the daily routine of someone who really loves me GMH.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GMH never fails to cheer me up. &amp;amp; recently, i found out there's a LMGH.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, WORK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to handle a nursery class in the morning: ok.cos i know the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the afternoon, i had to handle a K1 class: *screams!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhwell.I LOVE MY JOB.I LOVE MY JOB. I MUST LOVE MY JOB:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another one..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I saw my older brother for the first time in almost five years. Very shocked by his long hair, I asked him if he wanted me to cut it. He freaked out and said that he only needed to grow two more inches before he can have a wig made for his wife of almost 10 years, who's hair was beginning to fall out because of her cancer. His LGMH.&lt;/blockquote&gt;and this one makes me envious and wonder how long they have been married..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lately my dad has been really angry and distant, and i feel like it's just wearing my mom down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to visit today and found a journal in the bathroom. Opening it up, I realized that each day my dad writes a brand new thing he loves about my mom and leaves it for her to read.&lt;/blockquote&gt;that is it for now♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38886053-6930108434507586808?l=fasyajamal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6930108434507586808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38886053/posts/default/6930108434507586808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasyajamal.blogspot.com/2010/02/tgiftthank-god-its-friday-tomorrow-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fj!(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
