<?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-3436195175049510152</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:26:05.829+08:00</updated><category term='shall we.'/><category term='superdupermofotanned.'/><category term='ice mint (:'/><category term='Bye lyana. Haha tk leh reply sucker.'/><category term='with love.'/><category term='SP'/><category term='and i know someday we&apos;ll meet again'/><category term='randomenisational'/><category term='suddenly appeared.'/><category term='etnies . nike dunk . vans . 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What starts hot will soon turns cold.'/><category term='caffeined.'/><category term='first team.'/><category term='3pm'/><category term='let&apos;s turn back th clock'/><category term='Between me and myself.'/><category term='i. loved. it'/><category term='Th class clown.'/><category term='RUG&apos;s fishy.'/><title type='text'>L's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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wind'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-6077189049029452577</id><published>2009-09-27T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:31:12.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freakingly freak me freaking out</title><content type='html'>I HATE YOU STUPID FAT UGLY SHINY COCKROACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, why do i have to do malay language?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-6077189049029452577?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6077189049029452577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/freakingly-freak-me-freaking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6077189049029452577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6077189049029452577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/freakingly-freak-me-freaking-out.html' title='freakingly freak me freaking out'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-4533084467640057611</id><published>2009-09-23T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:29:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just knock it off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnpC36rtHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iToPRIyb03s/s1600-h/6822_1135732555341_1288146205_30402931_260193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384591065077232754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnpC36rtHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iToPRIyb03s/s320/6822_1135732555341_1288146205_30402931_260193_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promo exams, in a week's time. Toodles and best wishes. (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-4533084467640057611?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4533084467640057611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-just-knock-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4533084467640057611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4533084467640057611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-just-knock-it-off.html' title='let&apos;s just knock it off'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnpC36rtHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/iToPRIyb03s/s72-c/6822_1135732555341_1288146205_30402931_260193_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8194362449333756411</id><published>2009-09-23T16:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:19:29.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's _rama without D?</title><content type='html'>Hey, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;Morning rides have been nauseating, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have you ever wondered; what would happen if you would have waited just a second longer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8194362449333756411?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8194362449333756411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-rama-without-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8194362449333756411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8194362449333756411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-rama-without-d.html' title='What&apos;s _rama without D?'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1006911712924030059</id><published>2009-09-23T15:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:43:26.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a table set for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrndK3J9S0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FKe1tg46l4Q/s1600-h/1810369486_19fffc5d77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384578008172284738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrndK3J9S0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FKe1tg46l4Q/s320/1810369486_19fffc5d77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gazes meeting in the middle of th dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lips anticipating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come here and move it, baby show me what you're made for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so long that i've been waiting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im sweating bullets, baby don't know what to do now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hot in here, I'm fainting.&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/3436195175049510152-1006911712924030059?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1006911712924030059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/table-set-just-for-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1006911712924030059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1006911712924030059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/table-set-just-for-two.html' title='a table set for two'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrndK3J9S0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FKe1tg46l4Q/s72-c/1810369486_19fffc5d77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8613222861266348270</id><published>2009-09-23T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:31:25.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your money maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnRcm_pvpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eFilw8XDZj4/s1600-h/20092009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384565118932205202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnRcm_pvpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eFilw8XDZj4/s200/20092009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnTPtTignI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6Lgr1W81nnE/s1600-h/20092009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384567096311186034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnTPtTignI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6Lgr1W81nnE/s200/20092009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnRGNpmG-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/URsGx0G80FI/s1600-h/20092009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Selamat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Raya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aidilfitri (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8613222861266348270?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8613222861266348270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-your-money-maker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8613222861266348270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8613222861266348270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/shake-your-money-maker.html' title='Shake your money maker'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SrnRcm_pvpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eFilw8XDZj4/s72-c/20092009(011).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7992266328784917333</id><published>2009-09-19T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:00:15.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i mean, what can i say</title><content type='html'>Up till now, i'm still clueless. Someone keep saying that i have no goals in life. True (?) All i know is that i want a stable job, &lt;br /&gt;and! a mini skatepark and hockey pitch at th back of my house. :B And right now, i feel like punching somebody in th face and ask him how does he travel to school this one week, without th lrt. Howww!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But as for now, back to International history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7992266328784917333?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7992266328784917333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-mean-what-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7992266328784917333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7992266328784917333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-mean-what-can-i-say.html' title='i mean, what can i say'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-810996173236231956</id><published>2009-09-18T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:11:14.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>Again, serenity. I love rainy days. Besides th comfort and peace, like they always say, RAHMATULLOH!&lt;br /&gt;2 more days; im definitely feeling..&lt;br /&gt;nothing. For th first time ever, im in no mood for th occasion. Yes, there'll be truckloads of food and green packets. But what's all that without a complete whole family (?) I miss my uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On th bright side, oh how i adore my stilettos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-810996173236231956?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/810996173236231956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/810996173236231956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/810996173236231956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2778484629211750376</id><published>2009-09-18T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:46:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just how we should behave</title><content type='html'>Appealing. There's just something about that girl that's really captivating. At times, i would catch her gazing at me. And sometimes, she caught me staring too. &lt;i&gt;I know you want me, you know i want you. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong, darlings. Im straight. Just, mesmerized. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2778484629211750376?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2778484629211750376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-how-we-should-behave_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2778484629211750376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2778484629211750376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-how-we-should-behave_18.html' title='just how we should behave'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-309140567111631855</id><published>2009-09-16T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:20:03.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont trust the hoe, dont trust me</title><content type='html'>And so i was reading my past archives instead of th history notes for tomorrow's test. &lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing.    &lt;br /&gt;So much things happened in less than nine months; well just realised. Time flies. And in two weeks time, th finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showtime, not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-309140567111631855?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/309140567111631855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-trust-hoe-dont-trust-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/309140567111631855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/309140567111631855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-trust-hoe-dont-trust-me.html' title='dont trust the hoe, dont trust me'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2566744395326167331</id><published>2009-09-16T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:25:30.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetheart, put the bottle down</title><content type='html'>Yet another awesome day. Started off rather mundane; guess it was a blessing in disguise. Th clique was such badass, food and sundae was marvellous, kfc dudes are lame yet entertaining, and a couple of kickass goodness that could give me an insomnia, aaaahh! (L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop it and just come and get my digits. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2566744395326167331?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2566744395326167331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweetheart-put-bottle-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2566744395326167331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2566744395326167331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweetheart-put-bottle-down.html' title='sweetheart, put the bottle down'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-4565359854372618820</id><published>2009-09-13T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:07:35.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's when the dj drop my favourite tune</title><content type='html'>When you have something so precious with someone, th whole world doesn't need to know about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;_iddy (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back. But not for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-4565359854372618820?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4565359854372618820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-when-dj-drop-my-favourite-tune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4565359854372618820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4565359854372618820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-when-dj-drop-my-favourite-tune.html' title='that&apos;s when the dj drop my favourite tune'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5781914167620400088</id><published>2009-09-09T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:02:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just give up the game and get into me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SqcvT7svE8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ALu6c9xD7wE/s1600-h/410627834_2a5297855b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kickflip. Heelflip. Half-cab. Pop shove-it. Fakie. 50/50 grind. Frontside 180. Backside 180. 360 flip. Boardslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roll out your trucks and beat it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5781914167620400088?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5781914167620400088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-give-up-game-and-get-into-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5781914167620400088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5781914167620400088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-give-up-game-and-get-into-me.html' title='just give up the game and get into me'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1816268839978004816</id><published>2009-09-08T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:23:08.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got 200 seconds and im ready to go</title><content type='html'>Let's get out of this chrysalis and put a halt to everything.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, i think i completely lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't laugh as much, i wasn't a goofball and i didn't get up and dance like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just changed as i got to where i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;It's just horrible. This ain't th life that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady, baby. I'll decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1816268839978004816?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1816268839978004816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-200-seconds-and-im-ready-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1816268839978004816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1816268839978004816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-200-seconds-and-im-ready-to-go.html' title='I got 200 seconds and im ready to go'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-408506578451442803</id><published>2009-09-03T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:34:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sp_Kk9v69LI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NiTTy_KGmLc/s1600-h/303743580_3e16708a2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239216503321778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sp_Kk9v69LI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NiTTy_KGmLc/s320/303743580_3e16708a2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lrt rides in th morning is like sitting on a roller coaster without a safety belt, while getting high on cocaine and puking on someone important, combined. Well a lil exaggerated, but really.&lt;br /&gt;That figure. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farhan Shah the voice got nice one meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-408506578451442803?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/408506578451442803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/408506578451442803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/408506578451442803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sp_Kk9v69LI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NiTTy_KGmLc/s72-c/303743580_3e16708a2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3907759736967946965</id><published>2009-08-31T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:54:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the butcher's got a fork in your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpuBYITOMQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DbEZJGLb1os/s1600-h/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376032831741767938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpuBYITOMQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DbEZJGLb1os/s320/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it that everyone would just kiss my ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't see through it and you could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now look what's come of us here ten years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jump from one to the other, you're still worrying your mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i almost went under, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3907759736967946965?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3907759736967946965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/butchers-got-fork-in-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3907759736967946965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3907759736967946965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/butchers-got-fork-in-your-face.html' title='the butcher&apos;s got a fork in your face'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpuBYITOMQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/DbEZJGLb1os/s72-c/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2788544513104159839</id><published>2009-08-28T18:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:12:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ride the pipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374969980474139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Spe6uCyMpII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qz_oU0eVLrE/s400/01582009_Poster_A2_red_v4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374969671180987090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Spe6cCk9qtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S8oP5vksO6I/s320/17_feb_sk_ecsp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374969824801727858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Spe6k-3AJXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/D6Mkk1TOICQ/s320/18_FEB_SK_ECSP_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374969737224150690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Spe6f4m4XqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5SrzZ-bXARs/s320/18_FEB_SK_ECSP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2788544513104159839?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2788544513104159839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/ride-pipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2788544513104159839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2788544513104159839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/ride-pipe.html' title='ride the pipe'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Spe6uCyMpII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qz_oU0eVLrE/s72-c/01582009_Poster_A2_red_v4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1075213104517761910</id><published>2009-08-27T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:34:52.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty boys in messy girls' room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374638367015367874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpaNHmYi9MI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mhFPo0FAsrA/s320/3233179231_a03e623bf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two trains are leaving their stations at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both need to travel 1000 miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Train A is going 95 miles an hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Train B is going 85 miles an hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how long will it take for you to go out with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three days in a row. Now &lt;/em&gt;you&lt;em&gt; tell me how can i argue with fate?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's been sweet, im almost getting a cavity. I love th weather lately, those downpours. Everything seems so peaceful and just fine. Then again, i can't have my afternoon run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With promos approaching in a few weeks time, im just so excited. A week's gonna past again and soon, realising that it's th end of th year. A time machine with a red ribbon would be perfect for my birthday gift, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been decades since i last played hockey. I wonder if i could even hold th stick properly. My treasures; it's all chucked in a corner, left flirting with dust and dancing with mites for a few months now. I kinda miss netball too. And skateboarding. And th hours-long bitch talks at starbucks. And oh my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1075213104517761910?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1075213104517761910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-boys-in-messy-girls-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1075213104517761910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1075213104517761910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-boys-in-messy-girls-room.html' title='dirty boys in messy girls&apos; room'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpaNHmYi9MI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mhFPo0FAsrA/s72-c/3233179231_a03e623bf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-601098695824432452</id><published>2009-08-26T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:31:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't rock me, somebody will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpU7OZv9cnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WSi253Ce8PY/s1600-h/3317484152_a7126883f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266848952808050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpU7OZv9cnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WSi253Ce8PY/s320/3317484152_a7126883f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let it pour in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; morning. Oh God, let it rain.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i believe. Really, a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gaze. So deep, that it felt as though my soul was penetrating into yours. As i stood in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; middle; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disheveled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-601098695824432452?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/601098695824432452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-cant-rock-me-somebody-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/601098695824432452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/601098695824432452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-cant-rock-me-somebody-will.html' title='If you can&apos;t rock me, somebody will'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpU7OZv9cnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WSi253Ce8PY/s72-c/3317484152_a7126883f5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8169713708751727436</id><published>2009-08-26T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:02:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I go wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpUBrZzSRlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pOutVxpl0XQ/s1600-h/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374203575508551250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpUBrZzSRlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pOutVxpl0XQ/s320/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The doctors say you'll be okay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you'd only stay away from femme fatales and dirty bitches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And daylight drabs and nightime witches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And working girls and blue stockings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dance hall babes and body poppers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And waitresses with broken noses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checkout girls striking poses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And politicians' garish wives &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With alcoholic cunts like knives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8169713708751727436?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8169713708751727436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-go-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8169713708751727436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8169713708751727436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-go-wild.html' title='I go wild'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SpUBrZzSRlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pOutVxpl0XQ/s72-c/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8078911217922342833</id><published>2009-08-21T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:19:15.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beat it, drain it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/So5ilPXIHtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dJlpj-KhXOI/s1600-h/19082009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good start, i guess. Kick-starting on revisions was not that arduous after all. Im still having a lil bit of trouble, taming this wild beast in my pocket which is commonly known as procrastination. But surprisingly, i managed to overcome it yesterday but resulted in this perfectly puffed-up pair of eye bags, though. Slept at 3 am to change some unpleasing points for gp project which is supposedly due today. But only 2 groups were asked to present today which means that my group will be presenting next monday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yesterday. Damn, it was exhausting but awesome. Right after school, played soccer, bathed, night study and trained home with &lt;em&gt;amir, asyraf, audi, bella, catthy and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idontknowyourname&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Rather productive night, i should say. With th fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imran helped me out with my maths. Maths. Oh yes, baby. I've never cared to put in effort in clearing my doubts for maths but then again, shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this to end. Promos, that is. Clear it and promote to year 2&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I am already so excited about climbing mount Kinabalu this november. Like, it's th highest mountain in southeast asia, man. Cant wait&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8078911217922342833?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8078911217922342833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-it-drain-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8078911217922342833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8078911217922342833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-it-drain-it.html' title='beat it, drain it'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3512308216537163191</id><published>2009-08-18T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:43:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better on th other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopMZ1aDHXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LWRnLqWzkqE/s1600-h/3722801113_7b30d5b6ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371189512309513586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopMZ1aDHXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LWRnLqWzkqE/s320/3722801113_7b30d5b6ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ONE BY ONE. Nah, not in context of that lame Harper's Island serial. But lately, God's taking away th lives of th people around me or whom i know. It's crazy. But it's fate.&lt;br /&gt;Th world's really dying. Love y'all. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3512308216537163191?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3512308216537163191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-on-th-other-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3512308216537163191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3512308216537163191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-on-th-other-side.html' title='better on th other side'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopMZ1aDHXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LWRnLqWzkqE/s72-c/3722801113_7b30d5b6ce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1279167584775425985</id><published>2009-08-18T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:34:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really diggin on his vibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopGSPtu4hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KeSIUZITl-s/s1600-h/kj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371182784862675474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopGSPtu4hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KeSIUZITl-s/s320/kj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life sucks when your health's like shit. I've been falling ill lately and staying in bed all day doesn't mean yayness for me. Ive been missing a lot of lessons and actions in school and i sure am worried about promo 2! There's so much stuff for me to catch up on and time is running out for assignments and presentations. Gosh, speaking of which, there's GP and SEA history presentation on friday and i.am.so.nervous. Gosh, how i wish there's 48 hours in a day or some scientific crap about something rotating around something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate no more and headache &amp;amp; cough aside, we gotta work fast on this, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happens when i stop playing sports or exercise. Well it's not exactly 'stop' but i kinda just temporarily retire from it due to promo shit and stuff. I tend to fall sick easily and recovering seems a lifetime. Even p.e's been kinda lame since napfa's over. So yeah, screw life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened this noon and i don't feel like talking about it. Not here, not now. I shall just keep th unhappy news to myself. Fhy's been acting all aunty since yesterday. Fret not,&lt;br /&gt;im fine. Fine and all smile. I'd bumped into i dont know who! and who else? when i was about to board th bus yest. 'I think you're hot but your girlfriend's not.' Heh, bitch. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1279167584775425985?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1279167584775425985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-really-diggin-on-his-vibes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1279167584775425985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1279167584775425985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-really-diggin-on-his-vibes.html' title='i&apos;m really diggin on his vibes'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SopGSPtu4hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KeSIUZITl-s/s72-c/kj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1219933895406709180</id><published>2009-08-16T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:07:27.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop shove-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SofKpOLzX8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rDZcem53Dzk/s1600-h/2493067417_491d757faf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370483890193653698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SofKpOLzX8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rDZcem53Dzk/s320/2493067417_491d757faf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess they're extinct. Th hot ones, i mean. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1219933895406709180?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1219933895406709180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/pop-shove-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1219933895406709180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1219933895406709180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/pop-shove-it.html' title='pop shove-it'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SofKpOLzX8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rDZcem53Dzk/s72-c/2493067417_491d757faf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3924020521857925585</id><published>2009-08-16T15:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:59:56.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high on cocaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Soe_CMOR_bI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H-rwpkJruSc/s1600-h/597814688_8ee0421e86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370471125024374194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Soe_CMOR_bI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H-rwpkJruSc/s320/597814688_8ee0421e86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, s.i.c.k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, it made you realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; people who genuinely cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ive got management of business, history and accounting test tomorrow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; probability of me passing every paper is 0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; is calling me again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3924020521857925585?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3924020521857925585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-on-cocaine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3924020521857925585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3924020521857925585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-on-cocaine.html' title='high on cocaine'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Soe_CMOR_bI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H-rwpkJruSc/s72-c/597814688_8ee0421e86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-6302817011477737269</id><published>2009-08-13T13:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:08:53.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoOrbRbKE4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/9_xkzrrFjtA/s1600-h/rihanna_l_46097.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369323204506822114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoOrAbDkJeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bwktIBlpS94/s320/victoria_beckhama_l_93312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ive been contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;But dang, i cant bring myself to chop it off.&lt;br /&gt;My hair, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-6302817011477737269?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6302817011477737269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/pixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6302817011477737269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6302817011477737269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/pixie.html' title='pixie'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoOrAbDkJeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bwktIBlpS94/s72-c/victoria_beckhama_l_93312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7505503763099185722</id><published>2009-08-12T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:44:21.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVERRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoK0BLd6baI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sunSh0g6iuI/s1600-h/3723609980_939aab7c19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369051638130175394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoK0BLd6baI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sunSh0g6iuI/s320/3723609980_939aab7c19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like what th title says, im feeling super weak and nauseous right now. I guess 2 days of mc is enough, cos i cant afford to miss anymore lessons and shit. Also, im running out of time to complete assignments and project works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP, 17 Aug: Research on th death of Marilyn Monroe + essay.&lt;br /&gt;SEA History, 21 Aug: Life and times of Sukarno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7505503763099185722?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7505503763099185722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/feverrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7505503763099185722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7505503763099185722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/feverrrrrr.html' title='FEVERRRRRR!'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SoK0BLd6baI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sunSh0g6iuI/s72-c/3723609980_939aab7c19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3133465740441050688</id><published>2009-08-10T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:25:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love, L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_R2KvwyZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vap_v1Ut_Bg/s1600-h/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_R2KvwyZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vap_v1Ut_Bg/s1600-h/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368240009376745874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_R2KvwyZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vap_v1Ut_Bg/s320/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; gonna go out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; again. Like, he's way prettier than me and of course, he received all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; attention and girls were like, staring at me like some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, and that's why he'll always remain as my old flame. (L) :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i walk a little faster in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; school hallway just to&lt;br /&gt;get next to you. Sometimes i spend a little extra time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; morning just to&lt;br /&gt;impress you. Guess you don't notice, guess you don't need this. Sad you're not seeing what you're missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3133465740441050688?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3133465740441050688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-love-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3133465740441050688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3133465740441050688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-love-l.html' title='with love, L'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_R2KvwyZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vap_v1Ut_Bg/s72-c/3458189882_bcf21b28ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1726702735498931525</id><published>2009-08-10T14:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:39:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself Day . National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368224924395747730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_EIG0BuZI/AAAAAAAAATg/mXJESPDJatY/s320/Si+Jin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368235594425162146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_N1LxR2aI/AAAAAAAAATo/epVf66ethTM/s320/Four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cant seem to upload more picsxzxz!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you blogger. Booooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1726702735498931525?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1726702735498931525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/beyourselfdaynationalday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1726702735498931525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1726702735498931525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/beyourselfdaynationalday.html' title='Be Yourself Day . National Day'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn_EIG0BuZI/AAAAAAAAATg/mXJESPDJatY/s72-c/Si+Jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2652200741013851943</id><published>2009-08-08T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:43:44.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeeeeeeeeeek.'/><title type='text'>n.e.r.d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn0C5IwoTFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/47nLrqoVdJY/s1600-h/3319004604_15027c0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367449511522749522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn0C5IwoTFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/47nLrqoVdJY/s320/3319004604_15027c0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn0BZdFITVI/AAAAAAAAATI/OiMWoJEHQGA/s1600-h/3576889837_713dd34e50.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just did a quiz on facebook and and it's called 'Why are you still single?'. Th verdict: Im single and loving it. -True enough. Life's been awesome, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have THAT much serious relationships in th past. Cos i was more of like, th dating kinda person and i don't really hook up. Well, that was unless my instinct tells me that he really is th right one, or other factors that comes spontaneously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda have a weird taste lately. Like, i would sorta fall for th shy, nerdier guys; but in a cute way. HA! That's totally uncool and well, so not me. But you'll never know, shit happens aye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it just happened. How can you argue with fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough ranting. Ima get back to Southeast asia history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2652200741013851943?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2652200741013851943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/nerd-00.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2652200741013851943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2652200741013851943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/nerd-00.html' title='n.e.r.d'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sn0C5IwoTFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/47nLrqoVdJY/s72-c/3319004604_15027c0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7480142588845624437</id><published>2009-08-07T13:52:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:41:41.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance is bliss'/><title type='text'>back to black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnvBNbYHQRI/AAAAAAAAATA/pANfkOHG0A4/s1600-h/206733063_a7f2a9d89f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367095817373434130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnvBNbYHQRI/AAAAAAAAATA/pANfkOHG0A4/s320/206733063_a7f2a9d89f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, sorry there's no more tagboard, friends. Some pathetic shadows who doesn't even have a life, well, trynna spoil my reputation by pouring out their personal anger and hatred on it. Poor thing, huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped with th &lt;em&gt;minah&lt;/em&gt; (mun) yesterday for some vintage-y stuff. Heh, i managed to clinch a couple of unbelievable deals from some amazing store. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;So today was th commemoration of National Day cum Be Yourself Day in school. &lt;strong&gt;Theme: Retro&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha, that explains why i was shopping for some vintage clothes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, i tell you. It was such an insane feeling when i stepped into th school gate this morning; Like i was stuck in th 60-70s era. -With hippies and th &lt;em&gt;disco-fever&lt;/em&gt; people. Ah, pictures will be uploaded soooooon! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's th big fuss, brother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heh, well i guess you should get a refund or just dump&lt;br /&gt;that 'bullet proof vest' of yours in th dead sea, cos i think it's not working&lt;br /&gt;that well. Why, did i trigger your anger? HA! Obviously, you took my words&lt;br /&gt;like a punch right through th bones. Then why get so tensed; did i even provoke&lt;br /&gt;you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one more thing, darling. -Whatever you'd said, i'll&lt;br /&gt;take that as a compliment. Im not th least annoyed or angry; you're really very&lt;br /&gt;entertaining, thank you. May God bless you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7480142588845624437?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7480142588845624437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7480142588845624437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7480142588845624437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-black.html' title='back to black'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnvBNbYHQRI/AAAAAAAAATA/pANfkOHG0A4/s72-c/206733063_a7f2a9d89f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-665960675987309629</id><published>2009-08-05T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:31:49.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy, yet another story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlZPvPbJsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qblo_xoghRU/s1600-h/2961162340_c367c36e4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418557902726850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlZPvPbJsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qblo_xoghRU/s320/2961162340_c367c36e4d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certain things, we just have to shrug it, and laugh it off. Why get bothered by some figures. Not worth it, for i think it's just an act of being childish. Words are cheap anyway. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlVFaaUMRI/AAAAAAAAASo/SKiL4TASDm4/s1600-h/3722801113_7b30d5b6ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, if your main aim of living in this world is to actually see people go through th hardship or , 'suffer', well im sorry to disappoint, but it never affect me, or anyone around me at all. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd suggest you'd take a look at your life before intervening into others' cos it's really, pathetic. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A piece of advice;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and th unconcerned parties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please hear both side of th stories before jumping into conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put an end to all this and stop running away from your problems for it has already reached its bottle-neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry and just move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-665960675987309629?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/665960675987309629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy-yet-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/665960675987309629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/665960675987309629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy-yet-another-story.html' title='oh boy, yet another story.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlZPvPbJsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qblo_xoghRU/s72-c/2961162340_c367c36e4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-31580030480705300</id><published>2009-08-05T16:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:34:09.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60-70s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlHNXzntvI/AAAAAAAAASY/sSQ0WEfbF18/s1600-h/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366398726043055858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlHNXzntvI/AAAAAAAAASY/sSQ0WEfbF18/s320/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366399874423745122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlIQN26amI/AAAAAAAAASg/I8Q_psDnxqA/s320/3709154855_0458caa9dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RETRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FEVER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Fridayyyyyy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-31580030480705300?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/31580030480705300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/60-70s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/31580030480705300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/31580030480705300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/60-70s.html' title='60-70s'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnlHNXzntvI/AAAAAAAAASY/sSQ0WEfbF18/s72-c/3608931824_ca7546060b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1143047936926796305</id><published>2009-08-01T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:20:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong answer, sucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnQmVJZGKaI/AAAAAAAAASI/HfysXskQffQ/s1600-h/Fhy.+Dongmok.+Nigger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364955200845392290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnQmVJZGKaI/AAAAAAAAASI/HfysXskQffQ/s320/Fhy.+Dongmok.+Nigger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just so you know, there's limits to everything. Get th facts right, before bombarding. I just had a great laugh, thinking over th fact that 18 year olds are capable of behaving like a person half their age. My 3 year old niece can think way better. And she even knows how to differentiate between a meatball and a fishball ball. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No link, i know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1143047936926796305?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1143047936926796305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/th-wrong-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1143047936926796305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1143047936926796305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/th-wrong-step.html' title='wrong answer, sucker.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SnQmVJZGKaI/AAAAAAAAASI/HfysXskQffQ/s72-c/Fhy.+Dongmok.+Nigger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7918347649977121576</id><published>2009-08-01T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:10:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!hsinad naziah dhum-</title><content type='html'>Dinner with an old flame. Sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Im semi-broke, i dont know what to wear, and neither do i still remember &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, he'll realised how dumb i am as much as how he'll notice how long my hair had grown. Fuck you, go get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7918347649977121576?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7918347649977121576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/hsinad-naziah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7918347649977121576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7918347649977121576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/hsinad-naziah.html' title='!hsinad naziah dhum-'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1303628017423215753</id><published>2009-07-31T17:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:15:58.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone to soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just lost someone whom i'd never get th chance to apologize for all my actions; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that unknowingly hurt his feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had no idea of th pain he was going through.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i know saying sorry is not gonna heal things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and that little piece of laminated paper&lt;br /&gt;decorated with those priceless wishes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's still hanging proudly on my board.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much for all th things that you have taught me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For giving me such a precious gift, which no normal human may never be capable of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Th gift of knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those praises, critics, advices;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest in peace,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear mr teh boo cai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3436195175049510152-1303628017423215753?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1303628017423215753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-to-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1303628017423215753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1303628017423215753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-to-soon.html' title='gone to soon'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-6178799510273606326</id><published>2009-07-25T21:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:57:28.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s turn back th clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shall we.'/><title type='text'>Fhy Fai Fo Fum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmsPhAtDcOI/AAAAAAAAARw/7vxOPOK3_a8/s1600-h/1_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362396841113776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmsPhAtDcOI/AAAAAAAAARw/7vxOPOK3_a8/s400/1_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to find it weird and ridiculous not to talk to you for at least a day. To tell you who asked for my digits, or th lamest thing that happened, or even th littlest but cutest actions that anyone did. Somehow, it just completes my day. But i guess we're on different tracks now, and that everything is just. Different. -I cant share anything about my business stuff and neither do i understand a thing about your pharmaceutical science(?) See, im not even sure if i'd spelled it correctly. Or tell you about my eye-candies in school. Or which bunch of losers who'd been bitching about me. Or how great hockey is. Or how annoying Mdm W could be on her PMS days, yadayadayada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those heyday periods, partying and slacking times were all in th past. I really miss those times in class when we will make th loudest laughter and th silliest sound in th middle of any lessons. And play soccer and basketball with th boys during break time. Or sing and play guitar behind th school field. And compose songs and lyrics during poa lessons. And getting into catfights. And performing. And th fooood! If i were to pen down all those things i really missed, there's never gonna be an ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet up for coffee soon, or ima kick your ass. Which im constraining myself to right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-6178799510273606326?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6178799510273606326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/fhy-fai-fo-fum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6178799510273606326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6178799510273606326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/fhy-fai-fo-fum.html' title='Fhy Fai Fo Fum'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmsPhAtDcOI/AAAAAAAAARw/7vxOPOK3_a8/s72-c/1_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-4969313074179491918</id><published>2009-07-25T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:57:42.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying colours'/><title type='text'>gay-dom.</title><content type='html'>This whole week's been nothing but awesomely yayness. I was given 2 days of mc for wednesday and thursday. But boo-ness, cos i missed th commemoration of racial harmony day in school. ): x100. You bet, i am jealous that i dont get to wear pretty ethnic costumes, especially th indian one (i've been wanting to wear that for ages!) and dance to th song Jai Ho, just like in those bollywood movies, with mountains and flowery fields in th background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since th release of promo 1 results, i've been totally depressed and had no appetite to eat. That's a lie, obviously. HA! Im never gonna go on a hunger strike just because of some dumb failure i had. But well, initially, i just wanted to give up and withdrawing from MI was all i had on my mind. But i guess someone made me realise something. She sounded totally optimistic and indeed i was touched, being assured that there really is somebody who cared and would help me catch up on maths and stuff. Thanks, &lt;em&gt;Juliet&lt;/em&gt;! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded th same bus as H yest. What's more, he was standing beside me. How i wished that th bus would come into an emergency halt; yknow, th catch-you-when-you-fall, followed by th eye contact plus th classic violin sound on th background? HA! I feel so lame. So much for all that, though. Cos i didnt even looked at him. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im effing happy cos i've got a job. Barista at starbucks, baby! Th interview went fairly well. Heh, i even brought in whatever i'd studied in management of business in th conversation. Like customers' satisfaction lah, whosits and whatsits. Heh, im impressed. Plus, th guy with th fedora at th counter yest was kinda cute too. So working there should be really fun. *shakes butt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to hate anyone, it should be myself. All these while, i was only th only one, trying to live up to &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; expectations and shit. I've always restricted and controlled myself, not to do anything stupid that would literally disappoint them. That's cos i respect them as my parents.&lt;br /&gt;But that was th last straw. It just boils down to th fact that they're still treating me like some motherfucking kid and they're desperately breathing down my neck at this point of time. I gotta go my own way, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to start studying for promo 2 already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-4969313074179491918?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4969313074179491918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/gay-dom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4969313074179491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4969313074179491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/gay-dom.html' title='gay-dom.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5624544936869961020</id><published>2009-07-24T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:39:22.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feel th pinch? It&apos;s you then (:'/><title type='text'>bleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmlWxiZjXKI/AAAAAAAAARo/-Fbnu57V-hQ/s1600-h/whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361912240408845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmlWxiZjXKI/AAAAAAAAARo/-Fbnu57V-hQ/s200/whisper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just annoys me, that whenever i lean over to whisper or talk to anyone in &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;presence, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;'ll be watching from th corner of &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; eyes and sometimes, eavesdrop. Like cmon ah, as though im interested to bitch about &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;or anybody else whom it may concern cos why should i even care to talk about something that doesnt bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; may have been going around, judging people too much and that now, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re just worried and wonder if people are doing th same to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; too. I'd suggest &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; just build up your self-esteem yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5624544936869961020?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5624544936869961020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-annoys-me-that-whenever-i-lean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5624544936869961020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5624544936869961020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-annoys-me-that-whenever-i-lean.html' title='bleep!'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmlWxiZjXKI/AAAAAAAAARo/-Fbnu57V-hQ/s72-c/whisper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8257110720637602511</id><published>2009-07-19T16:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:54:30.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idontfeellikegoingtoschool.'/><title type='text'>ride th pipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmLst0QoPBI/AAAAAAAAARg/fu151jPux7U/s1600-h/skater.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360106778390969362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmLst0QoPBI/AAAAAAAAARg/fu151jPux7U/s400/skater.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. MISS. THIS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh, it's been so long. I dont know if im able to go down th mini ramp again. Wtf, th scar on my right knee is still visible; and how can i possibly forgot th incident when i actually fell infront of two cute guys at th bukit batok mini half pipe. HA! It was really stupid, i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! I heard ECP skate park's like fucking awesome. Boo yah, ima'na try it one day. Cant wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Home alone, hungry and warm. No, i dont regret not following my parents to some wedding that they're invited to. I hate attending strangers' weddings. I can never understand why some people in our society would invite their cousin's aunt's neighbour's postman's daughter's husband's friend or whatever, when only her daughter is getting married. No relation at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To be precise, i hate attending weddings in general. It's like always packed with hungry people, on a small area of land, plus th warm weather, and th speakers blasting with annoying people's screeching, yadayadayada. Nah-uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now, im so pissed. I can't even live a day without hp and now, tell me how am i supposed to live/breathe/eat/sleep/shit without hp for two whole weeks?! Im so depressed. *pulls hair* Like c'mon ah. I'll be like lost, brudder. Lost! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dang, i need a part-time job. Like seriously. Mum wont allow me cos she said that i need to focus on my studies. -.-" And so i said, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think i love wasting my time on such thing is it? Unless you give me more money, then i won't work&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, out came th cricket sounds. Here's a fact; -I. always. win. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School tomorrow. Ah, monday blues. Again.&lt;/div&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/3436195175049510152-8257110720637602511?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8257110720637602511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/ride-th-pipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8257110720637602511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8257110720637602511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/ride-th-pipe.html' title='ride th pipe'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SmLst0QoPBI/AAAAAAAAARg/fu151jPux7U/s72-c/skater.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2455287693626915575</id><published>2009-07-16T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:02:36.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t disturb me.'/><title type='text'>pee-ai-jee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sl79EmAzuRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mzsGxqF5N7A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cant believe i actually skipped school and spent th whole day watching th sinful Boys Over Flowers on dvd. Hee, i don't know how am i gonna answer those witches when they ask for my MC tomorrow. I guess they'll have to write down 'no valid reason'. Oh c'mon, it's only my second time without an MC okay.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, maybe i'll just say i had no money to see a doctor so i just took my medication at home. Or maybe, i would tell them that i had to visit someone at th hospital. Or that my mom was going through labour. Or i was having extreme menstrual cramp that i cant even get off th bed. Gosh, whatever. Blame it on th time table today. Lessons are like fucking boring yknow. Hey, you can't blame me for being absent. That feels like what i had to do. How can i argue with fate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella texted me in th morning and was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'First period of th day already turn off. SEA History. ..... Like almost half th class sleeping! And we weren't even pretending. Really heads-on-th-table kinda sleep&lt;/em&gt;.' HA! Jake's lessons are always &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; boring. I don't understand a single thing from his lectures. It's like watching his mouth move and that nothing could be heard except th sounds made by crickets. -.- And so, as a result of my im-not-interested-in-SEA-history, i only wrote 3 lines for a 2-qns-50-marks essay for th promos. Noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so hungry, goddamnit. Now back to tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2455287693626915575?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2455287693626915575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/pee-ai-jee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2455287693626915575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2455287693626915575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/pee-ai-jee.html' title='pee-ai-jee.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2450578246353584459</id><published>2009-07-15T18:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:45:46.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hating me won&apos;t make you pretty bitch'/><title type='text'>hate me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sl8X83BnkUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qTFErZlV4ew/s1600-h/marilynlookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359028415924506946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sl8X83BnkUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qTFErZlV4ew/s200/marilynlookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im impressed with my capability of being hated by &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; im-so-popular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girls anywhere i go. HA! Losers. I would merely give them &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; look and they would definitely respond by rolling their eyes. &lt;em&gt;Smirk, flip my hair and walk away&lt;/em&gt;. I never let catty bitches bother me. They make poor judgements and their words won't bring me down. People say im arrogant and that i don't smile that much. Well i guess that's just me. I don't bite. So stop making assumptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2450578246353584459?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2450578246353584459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2450578246353584459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2450578246353584459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-me.html' title='hate me.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sl8X83BnkUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qTFErZlV4ew/s72-c/marilynlookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-729504322302005925</id><published>2009-07-10T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:55:12.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superdupermofotanned.'/><title type='text'>Life's a beach.</title><content type='html'>Palawan beach yest with some of my kickass classmates was th sexszsz. Its been 987654321 days since i last stepped into th beach and hell, &lt;em&gt;im walkin on sunshine, whoaaaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach soccer was superb. Especially when you're in th same team with a pair of cute twins from Australia with features a la Brazilian. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody's effing jealous right now. Does it feel like a stab in th heart? muahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah, had hours spent basking in th sun, lying in th waters, playing silly but fun games led by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who-else?-if-not Jack. Poor Sijin was really unfortunate; th only one who got stung by jellyfish. Really gappy (gay + happy!) to spend my not-so-typical thursday with th weirdest, craziest, most adorable bunch of people who filled me with so much joy and laughter. love y'all (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357429886132366850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SllqGLf7LgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xUAh12wqBDs/s320/B5.S.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357431923983773746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sllr8zFj8DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SWRQ7nyk3cw/s320/B5.S2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807295931909410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Slcz2qQ-BSI/AAAAAAAAANo/OhMgdiC_vyM/s320/Bella.+Sijin.+Jacky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-729504322302005925?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/729504322302005925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/729504322302005925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/729504322302005925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SllqGLf7LgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xUAh12wqBDs/s72-c/B5.S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8471368239617687621</id><published>2009-07-06T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:38:48.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':DD'/><title type='text'>Happy always!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sll208Dwb9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/k3N0xUJ0rGk/s1600-h/6660_228964115331_840690331_7558967_738831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357443883581075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sll208Dwb9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/k3N0xUJ0rGk/s320/6660_228964115331_840690331_7558967_738831_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355211602141624882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SlGIlDqzujI/AAAAAAAAANI/qCXdh7MWkJk/s320/IMG0402A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Congrats, Farahwahida &amp;amp; Hendra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you guys have everlasting bliss and long lasting marriage (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8471368239617687621?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8471368239617687621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8471368239617687621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8471368239617687621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-always.html' title='Happy always!'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sll208Dwb9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/k3N0xUJ0rGk/s72-c/6660_228964115331_840690331_7558967_738831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2449843829524991275</id><published>2009-07-04T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:03:07.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i. loved. it'/><title type='text'>Love is singular.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SlSK37NE3HI/AAAAAAAAANY/tsdx5fGamMw/s1600-h/tha6e575dd107a9c5481850f0200c60476_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356058550240337010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SlSK37NE3HI/AAAAAAAAANY/tsdx5fGamMw/s320/tha6e575dd107a9c5481850f0200c60476_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life was fantastic. I loved being single. They said i'll end up as an old spinster in a house with hundreds of cats and no one would ever come visit me. Fact is, i do love spending quality time with myself and it does take time to discover who you are, what you are, what you're gonna be and what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; receive my reply like a punch to th heart when i just said i wasn't interested. Oh, come on. Where's th sportsmanship? What about th challenge? Ok, that's lame. But i believe that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; should see that as an opportunity, rather than a knock to th self-esteem. Th problem with going from singledom to coupledom is that we often drop th things we love -friends, hobbies, sports; just to fit in with th new schedule. But before long, it has become a habit and you'll then start to forget th things you love doing, substituting them with your coupley things. It's definitely a recipe for disaster when you break up and look around to see that your support network has all but fizzled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i dont need a man to protect me, to make an impact in my life or do what i wanna do. Single girls are seen as strong, sexy, and selective. Im sure not to miss opportunities for a great new boyfriend, fun night out with th girls or a reunion with th old peeps, where there'll be a high possibility of meeting someone else or find th thing i wanna do for th rest of my life. Ive found out that a real relationship is all about finding someone who brings out th best in yourself and loves you for th things you love. But for me, right now it's all about eye-candies and ass-kicking hobbies. Hey, it rhymes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2449843829524991275?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2449843829524991275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-singular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2449843829524991275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2449843829524991275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-singular.html' title='Love is singular.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SlSK37NE3HI/AAAAAAAAANY/tsdx5fGamMw/s72-c/tha6e575dd107a9c5481850f0200c60476_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2332521050741635534</id><published>2009-07-04T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:34:50.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im gonna miss this.'/><title type='text'>Can you handle it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SldDUdIlrcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lj3ClwfoUHM/s1600-h/depression_lead_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824300477590978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SldDUdIlrcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lj3ClwfoUHM/s320/depression_lead_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, life has been really stale and monotonous for me. Im feeling extremely fatigue and all drained out from those late nights i had for th past whole week, mugging and shit.&lt;br /&gt;I loathe revising and well, im pretending to be oblivious about th increasing apathy i had towards studies, while shunning this huge compulsion of leaving for that renowned course in poly. I realised that my academic grades have been fluctuating and why am i still holding on? Mum was making a monstrous fuss over it and i dont see why she had to be so prejudiced against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just inevitable, that im holding on, just for th sake of something, somehow that keeps me going. Th excitement is ascending and it's surprising, that my heart seems to fall deeply, with even th slightest but sweetest thing that life has got to offer. I always believe that things happen for a reason. Im letting nature take its course while cherishing every priceless moments that cameras won't be able to capture, as much as i could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2332521050741635534?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2332521050741635534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-handle-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2332521050741635534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2332521050741635534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-handle-it.html' title='Can you handle it?'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SldDUdIlrcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lj3ClwfoUHM/s72-c/depression_lead_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1889150504356945358</id><published>2009-07-04T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:59:29.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im so happy and it&apos;s not a joke.'/><title type='text'>Strenuous</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A boost of caffeine and a shot of tranquilizer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Just th essentials needed for a torturous and strenuous night of last minute promo perparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 29/6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H2 Management of Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was rather complacent, that mostly what i studied th freaking night before, did came out (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 30/6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H1 Mother Tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arrived in th exam hall slightly late, thanks to Andi Haron who made me wait for him. Paper 1 was th big fuck. Why must they freaking set questions like that? But overall it was pretty okay, just some time constraints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 1/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H1 Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who cares. For th whole 1.5 hours, i was just sitting there; trying to write my name as pretty as i can, stoning, cursing invigilators who annoyed me by walking around in their pathetic clogs, discover awesome stuff that i could actually do with my graphic calculator.. and only started attempting th questions 30 mins before we have to hand it in. Im so gonna score a single digit for it. Well, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 2/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;H2 History&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First part of th paper was okay, cos it's all about international history. Yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th second part was th loser-mr lee's southeast asia history. Hell, i didnt even study for that section. Heh, for a 2-question-50 marks essay, i just wrote 4 lines on a clean sheet of paper.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Poor me yknow. Im gonna flunk history just because of th second-half disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 3/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;H2 Accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Th paper was th bomb. Im so happy. Thank Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promos are finally overrrrr! Im fucking happy and it feels like th time when i'd just ended o level exams. haaaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna skate, play hockey till im half-dead and lie on th middle of th road. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel so lame, with a capital L.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1889150504356945358?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1889150504356945358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/boost-of-caffeine-and-shot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1889150504356945358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1889150504356945358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/boost-of-caffeine-and-shot-of.html' title='Strenuous'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-694657634161261381</id><published>2009-06-02T13:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:59:31.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suddenly appeared.'/><title type='text'>mah-neee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dont know why am i here but accounts lesson has already started and suddenly, i have this feeling of running into th classroom and do my accounting test. Ok, thats a lie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fine, i skip accounts. Wh-at ya gonna do bout it, sucka? Its th holidays! (: but im still in school ): Well, literally waiting for Mun actually. Imma gonna head down for some job interview later, yayness. I need MONEY! Like, reallllllllllllly badly. (th extra 'l' demonstrates how desperate i am.) Well im kinda bored here. You see, im like in this room right now, with over 30 computers all around me. I can even do push ups and jumping-jacks on th table. Its not as if th two boys sitting infront of me would care. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Hockey carnival on saturday was a blast. \m/ I played a total of 7 freaking games. Let me articulate. -SEVEN. Thanks to th both Dians who were absent, we played all th games without any substitutions. It was a 4- a side game and we were already drained out by th 3rd game. And plus th weather, only God knows how pathetic and desperate we were, trying to control th urge of jumping into th swimming pool inside th SRC building. Well, th purpose of th carnival was to actually give us th exposure, and not about winning or losing. We played against great JCs like Catholic, Victoria, Raffles, Pioneer and National. HA, i contributed a goal against NJC. And that was MI's only goal throughout th all games.&lt;br /&gt;And and and! They have undeniably hot umpires for us that day, but it was a waste that NONE of them were blessed with th gift of sight, man! wth. Forget it. Its over. Deal with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungryyy and sleepy and i wanna shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-694657634161261381?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/694657634161261381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/06/mah-neee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/694657634161261381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/694657634161261381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/06/mah-neee.html' title='mah-neee.'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7514911957061765944</id><published>2009-05-24T14:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:23:36.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and i know someday we&apos;ll meet again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Shjw7LuRO6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YKkhFQLALmw/s1600-h/L%27s+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339282257797528482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Shjw7LuRO6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YKkhFQLALmw/s320/L%27s+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"see you again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, earthlings. I guess this is gonna be my last entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, temporarily, till th end of my promo exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now check this out. I just received a lil note from Mdm Watee on thurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Deareast Lyana,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont put to waste your strengths, talent and potential.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all different and special in our own ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your best and ask when you really need help k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(: Mdm Watee 21.05.09&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gee, i dont know what made her wrote all those, since what happened th week before, when she refused to let me join th girls for hockey training that day -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And talking about hockey, th best-sport-ever-that-gives-you-th-chills-when-you-heard-the-name, (right rusyad and fhy?) i'll be playing at th SRC hockey carnival on th coming 30th may!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yayness or what. But before that, i gotta focus on my GP paper this wed. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My organizer is almost full with plans for th month of june. Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i cant wait to go on a binge-spree at lau pa sat with th usuals. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be jealous, charis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so yeah, ALL TH BEST for your promos, people! :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7514911957061765944?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7514911957061765944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7514911957061765944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7514911957061765944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Shjw7LuRO6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YKkhFQLALmw/s72-c/L%27s+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3183262164280502675</id><published>2009-05-22T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:51:20.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between me and myself.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, i realised it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. AGAIN. It seems like it was only yesterday that i was experiencing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; blues, having a hard time getting off my bed due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; late nights i had on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; weekends. Before we could even realise, a year is gonna past and like very soon, by God's willing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be getting my A level cert. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, we tend to do silly things without even thinking of its consequences. To me, i guess that's just part and parcel of growing up and finding yourself, what you are, and what you live for. I do wish to change for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; better. I've yet to do impressive things that could do my parents proud, and even to prove to myself what i could really achieve in life. Time will tell. But as for now, seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; embedded this huge resolution to be a better woman, perhaps a successful one, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;habbits&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lyana&lt;/span&gt;. There's no more time to fool around. Promo Exams are just around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; corner. Wake up, catch up, revise!&lt;br /&gt;You can never achieve anything in life without education. So start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nawwww&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3183262164280502675?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3183262164280502675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/suddenly-i-realised-its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3183262164280502675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3183262164280502675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/suddenly-i-realised-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5895392032387036355</id><published>2009-05-22T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:29:11.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Th class clown.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9734d55f1892cfb1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9734d55f1892cfb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330376449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77F98AE389B5FE93A474715340519AFB70D89E57.21FD6BDD80136A490FF932465426BF36130FA39%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9734d55f1892cfb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW5e8X54yExg0xKvKbtn80tJLxeY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9734d55f1892cfb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330376449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77F98AE389B5FE93A474715340519AFB70D89E57.21FD6BDD80136A490FF932465426BF36130FA39%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9734d55f1892cfb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW5e8X54yExg0xKvKbtn80tJLxeY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry guys, you gotta turn your neck a lil to watch this. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's Fahmy. He's like one hell of a joker, man. Seriously. Mr Lee was absent today and so, Fahmy spent th whole lesson entertaining us. Well, he's enjoying himself and had a time of his life. But it all ended a lil sucky for him cos he split his pants due to all those 'stunts'! Heh, part of his choreography, i guess? Dude, that was hilarious. I almost teared for laughing too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5895392032387036355?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9734d55f1892cfb1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5895392032387036355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-guys-you-gotta-turn-your-neck-lil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5895392032387036355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5895392032387036355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-guys-you-gotta-turn-your-neck-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2884185202898001078</id><published>2009-05-14T19:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:19:13.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye lyana. Haha tk leh reply sucker.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 14 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; worst day ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; morning. Stuck in a traffic jam. Late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fortunately, no detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis and i were planning to reach school at around 1125. -To skip history presentation, of course! (35 days after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; dateline but still, N.O.N.E.) But then, our plans somehow got tangled up. Instead, we decided to report to school like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; usual, but skip history class and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; library for self-study instead. Then again, we were both saturated with guilt. Okay, that's gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; last time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna play truant. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons after that were as usual; dry and crappy. Th normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OhIHateThursdays&lt;/span&gt;! mood.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;as for PE, all those who'd passed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Napfa&lt;/span&gt; were asked to arrange some tables and chairs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hall for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MIOO&lt;/span&gt; thingy. Thanks, that's what we got after going through all those sufferings to pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Napfa&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ended and i was so looking forward to going to Hockey Village for some games with Crescent Girls. Just 5 minutes before we go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Watee&lt;/span&gt; called me over. I thought she'd found out about me skipping history class in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; morning. Surprisingly, we had a super long, draggy talk about studies, family and hockey. It was freaking annoying due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; fact she happens to be my co-home tutor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; teacher-in-charge for hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; midst of it, she did trigger my floodgates. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;What's even worst, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; allow me to go to Hockey Village with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; rest. Like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" What if i ban you from hockey? .."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" So? Put in effort to look up for your teachers.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You're one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; most potential players .."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Don't go to Hockey Village today. I'll call coach to tell him .."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and OH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons tomorrow ain't gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yayness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. So yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; okay and over with it. And thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;YQ&lt;/span&gt; for being there and Amanda for hearing me out. Ha, i looked totally horrendous and awful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt;. That's why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LYana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 13 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY! Training was beginning to be quite strenuous. Coach was pretty serious about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hockey carnival and tournaments coming up. So after training, was with Dian in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; toilet to wash up, when i heard someone yelling out,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Eh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Khai's&lt;/span&gt; band is performing now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;We both ran out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; toilet, leaving our bags and valuables behind. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;There was a rehearsal for Transcendence; a competition where anyone can showcase their talents in school. Mostly, there were bands. So dropped by for awhile to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Khai&lt;/span&gt;, Justin and and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;idontknowwho&lt;/span&gt; play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Khai&lt;/span&gt; sang fairly well, supported by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; two with guitars.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. Okayyyyy lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, watched some others' performances and off. Dined with Dian and suddenly, we became so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; about joining Transcendence next yr. Ha. She could play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; guitar. &amp;amp;i...... guess i can shake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; tambourine? See, we're gonna make quite a good pair. Th tambourine and guitar duos. Not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2884185202898001078?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2884185202898001078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-14-may-officially-th-worst-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2884185202898001078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2884185202898001078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-14-may-officially-th-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3765298421459369713</id><published>2009-05-12T18:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:06:54.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just gotta keep going'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can almost see it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that dream im dreaming &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's a voice inside my head saying, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'you'll never reach it'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every step im taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every move i make feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lost with no direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My faith is shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i, i gotta keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta keep my head held high. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3765298421459369713?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3765298421459369713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-almost-see-it-that-dream-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3765298421459369713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3765298421459369713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-almost-see-it-that-dream-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5444869041701391546</id><published>2009-05-10T14:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:21:18.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn th clock back around.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgaDE6O0CiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y5C6QGc6-Jk/s1600-h/Fhy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334094929041033762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgaDE6O0CiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y5C6QGc6-Jk/s200/Fhy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgaDSLJHOeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TO77VI8bHBU/s1600-h/1_973321696l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334095156918827490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgaDSLJHOeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TO77VI8bHBU/s400/1_973321696l-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really do miss life, th time where it's always been about having fun, getting into trouble, breakups and makeups. Th world just seemed to revolve around friends, love, bitches, boys, and insanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck rules. Nothing matters. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;-Pull down shorts, pull up skirts, strip, scream, run and laugh our ass out. Composed songs and music videos featuring certain individuals during lessons;&lt;br /&gt;i missed most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats th feeling of having great friends. Only through fights and hardships, that we learnt th meaning of true friendship. Young and naive. On that very particular stage, we weren't quite sure about th purpose of life. Or is it that we just didn't care? Obviously, oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, i experienced my firsts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being th third party, complicate things. Breaking people up, im already sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered. This girl even went to th extent of waiting for me outside school, to settle scores. About me. And her boyfriend. Like, its not even my fault that her boyfriend is ditching her for me. Girl, that's th fact. You suck. I rock. Deal with it. *shakes butt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing. Acting. Dancing. Singing.&lt;br /&gt;It stays, as vivid as it could be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad, before we knew it, everyone starts to move on and go on different tracks. That. Was when we realised that life is not only about having fun. Things start to change, opening up your mind to new experiences and face a whole new world. Bigger and better.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, memories will soon fade away. Life won't always stay as it is. Cherish it. For you won't want to live with regrets and still broding over something 10 years from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5444869041701391546?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5444869041701391546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-do-miss-life-th-time-where-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5444869041701391546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5444869041701391546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-do-miss-life-th-time-where-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgaDE6O0CiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y5C6QGc6-Jk/s72-c/Fhy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-4729094105189801717</id><published>2009-05-07T21:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:18:56.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Rug.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, ive finished my Napfa! yayness(: Did th 5 stations on tues and ran 2.4km just now.&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess im pretty satisfied with th results. I dont expect too much though. All i want is to just clear all th stations successfully and get over it. Im sick and tired of all th running and practices that we've gone through for the past few weeks. So now that ive passed everything, time for games next lesson! wheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. GP promo exam is approaching in 20 days from now. waaaaaaah, im soooo not prepared and im still sleeping and stoning through lectures. ohmygiddygod.&lt;br /&gt;Worries aside, im looking forward for tomorrow. There'll be NO LESSONS. Just some rehearsal for th upcoming &lt;strong&gt;MI Official Opening &lt;/strong&gt;this&lt;strong&gt; May 16.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All are welcomed. Interested parties can get th tickets from th office on th day itself. $10 per ticket. Okay, i know you may think it's just a waste. But hey, on th bright side, take it as a platform for you to do something good as th money collected will be given to th Straits Times Pocket Money Fund. Think of all th games and food and performances and th gorgeous people you can find there. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right. &amp;amp;Where was i? Oh, tomorrow. Yeah. Rehearsal for performances and designing th stalls for MI Carnival. Short day. No lessons. AND, just like a cherry on top of a sundae, there's HOCKEY before i'll call it a day. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently having a group conversation with my fellow sec 4 mates. Gosh, they could remember all those so-last-year stories; particularly, about 'Ms expressive-shoulders'. AND all are pretty excited about attending Mr M's wedding. Congrats, Mr M!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i wanna watch American Idol results show nawwww.&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lamberg gets my vote. He has crazy vocal ranges and has all it takes to be a rockstar, baby. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-4729094105189801717?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4729094105189801717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-ive-finished-my-napfa-yayness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4729094105189801717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4729094105189801717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-ive-finished-my-napfa-yayness.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2062939694701684021</id><published>2009-05-07T20:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:17:33.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first team.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, o5/o5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for school. AGAIN. Detention till 6.&lt;br /&gt;Since Nadeee will be in school till 630, i'd asked her to help me sign out for detention.&lt;br /&gt;-Sign out. 6pm, sharp. Not any latter or earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.50pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alamak, i forgot to help you sign out. Why didnt you remind me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nadeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, wtfffffffffffffff! That means, that i will have to serve suspension th next day. I cant blame Nadeee, though. I was supposed to be responsible for my act in th first place. No use getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, out, in, out, in, stop. Nadeee rang me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was punk'd!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate you. watch out ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, o6/o5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a red Samsung Omnia under my table at MT class. Checked th photos to see who's th owner. Nil. Dialled 'mum' under th contacts list to check out her name and class. But poor mum didnt know th class that her daughter's from. Fortunately, Arif knew th girl. Handed her phone back.&lt;br /&gt;Owner. Happy. Thankful. Joyful. Ecstatic. Case solved.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really good, having done an altruistic deed. Yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;+ 2 periods of break! yayness. &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charis ate shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And as usual, went to hang out backstage. Jacklyn: sing. Daniel: play piano. Others: mesmerised. Khup: sleep. Charis: play quadra'pork'. Lyana: stone. Fahmy: busy killing an innocent lizard with a broom. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333065825723287042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgLbHNoDBgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/U4VP49BVAFI/s200/IMG0328A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;super heartless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2062939694701684021?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2062939694701684021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-5o5-late-for-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2062939694701684021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2062939694701684021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-5o5-late-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SgLbHNoDBgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/U4VP49BVAFI/s72-c/IMG0328A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7244505994910090272</id><published>2009-05-02T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:48:33.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What THEY think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand why some people would even go to th extent of being someone else, just for th sake of being 'accepted' by th rest. All they care was th pleasure of being popular and well, appreciated. They put on a facade and that, i tell you, is all plastic and could definitely be seen through. Appealing. That's what they THOUGHT they are. But let me tell you. By just looking well, appealing, if that's what you want, -it all dont just reflect on th way you doll yourself up. I dont see th attractiveness in someone who goes sleeping around and get high every weekends. Its undeniable, th kinda life which you say, th high-style way of life, is driving yourself down th cliff. Pointless, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this desire of expressing myself whenever i want to. Well, that depends if it's something that matters to me. I dont feel th need of showing childish, unnecessary thoughts by th way i act or say for i know that doesnt matter to me. BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch for all i care, cos i dont give a fucking damn about it. All you people know is to spot others' mistakes and weaknesses since you have all th time in th world to also break rules and regulations. My dear girls, before you even ask others to go and get a life, i'd suggest if you just take a look at yours first, for it's in a bigger mess cos your life only seemed to revolve around hatred and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;I always belive in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been contemplating to stay in school. No doubt, tutorials and tests been meddling with my plans. 09B5's been a fabulous class and i really love being around them. As fun as they've been, i didnt know that there's so much complications between some groups though. Im like in a predicament being in th middle, hearing what each side has to say and try not to be affected by it. But th fact is, i dont like being a hypocrite. I hate judging others and im in no position to do so. Im just going with th flow and i seriously despise people who restrict me from hanging out with th people whom i feel like hanging out with. I know when to draw a line from those people. And most importantly, i know what i want to achieve in life and nothing else matters. For now, hopefully 09B5 would secure everlasting serenity and stay together through bittersweet times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys. Are another herds. And do you notice that i said HERDS? They could be such pain in th ass at times but frankly, they make a really great friend sometimes. Unlike meany girls who tend to form a clique of gossipmonggers with ultra ego and all, hanging out with guys is way better. They make surprisingly good listeners at times and fortunately, they dont bitch unnecessary matters. What makes them a real pain is their childish thoughts. Problems like; if they're single, there's a high probability that they would fall for you and if they're attached, their girls will hunt you down. Dont get me wrong, it only applies when you've became close to them. Why must there be some kind of freaking feeling that would eventually bring damage to th friendship?&lt;br /&gt;They're just oblivious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, ive been telling myself that things happen for a reason. I do have a strong upbringing in life and im proud and thankful for that. Getting high on drinks and drugs to divert myself from pressure would only lead to nowhere. Instead, i'd rather go shopping, indulging myself in luxuries and best of all, do stuffs that i love. Willingly hurting myself emotionally and physically is pure stupidity and madness. I'd rather taste th thrilling sweetness of getting myself 'brave marks' from falling from skateboard, rather than cutting myself. Everyday is an adventure that would teach you th true purpose of life and finding your own self and that, my friends, would add meaning to your life. And what's life without friends, joy and laughter. Treasure your family. Life's too short for lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7244505994910090272?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7244505994910090272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-they-think-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7244505994910090272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7244505994910090272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-they-think-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-4963283609191319454</id><published>2009-04-30T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:20:48.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is th i-really-dont-feel-like-going-to-school day. Again.&lt;br /&gt;I super hate Tuesdays and Thursdays. )): booooo ah!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY (supossedly,) :&lt;br /&gt;-Presentation for history with Charis.&lt;br /&gt;-Maths logarithms &amp;amp; graphs test.&lt;br /&gt;-PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's th stitch;&lt;br /&gt;History presentation slides. Not done. Charis skipped school. I know nuts about those maths topics that were going to be tested on. I cant do running for PE. I injured my knee. My whole body's aching. Im soo gonna be doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to my &lt;em&gt;ehemm,&lt;/em&gt; pinky and th &lt;em&gt;brain&lt;/em&gt;, went to polyclinic th first thing in th morning to get a letter to be excused from PE. Told th doctor about th minor accident yest. Was given painkillers and creams. Left th poly at around 10.15. Which means that history lesson was over! I only planned to reach school during break, at about 11.25, which is still a long way to go. To kill time, had breakfast at lot 1's mac and still had some time to do MOB homework. Heh, reached school, only to find out that there were 10 absentees today. Those monkeys seriously dont wanna do history presentation and maths test. BUT also thanks to that bunch of people, maths test was postponed! hiphiphurray! This means that th probability of me failing th test would be a lil lower cos i might still have some time to study and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;finally got excused from PE! happyhappyhappy (: No need to run.&lt;br /&gt;Instead flirted, i mean; got friendly, i mean; sat down and talked to that 09A2 guy, Matthew Alex th whole lesson. He sprained his wrist due to wushu and had so much random talks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's quite cute yknow. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go straight home after that BUT Amanda offered to play basketball with th others. Of course, i cant turn her down. hah, i totally forgot about my condition and playyyyyyyyyyed all th way till 6.45pm. Accompanied Melissa and Aloy for oxygen and now im back home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ "you're attached, right?" ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-4963283609191319454?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4963283609191319454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-th-i-really-dont-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4963283609191319454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/4963283609191319454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-th-i-really-dont-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1422111386574632453</id><published>2009-04-30T21:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:25:14.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentation. Postponed. AGAIN.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 28 April&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After so much time ruminating, i skipped school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That felt like what i had to do. How could i argue with fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 29 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hockey training! &amp;amp;im in th yr-1 first team. yayness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after hockey, while i was happily walking out of th school gate, i got knocked down by a speeding cyclist. I was laid flat on th ground, with th bicycle on top of me while the cyclist flew off his bike like so-th-drama. Wth! I think th cyclist must be soooo shocked that he came in front of me, i was still lying flat btw, and kept asking if i was ok without even using his marble brains to get his bike off my body. -.- Luckily got this aunty who helped me. &amp;amp;I didnt realized how many thank-yous ive said to her in th midst of walking to th bus stop like 7 steps infront. Again, my right knee was bleeding, adding more gross bruises on it. My left ribcage hurts like hell and ive got countless blue-black marks all over my arm. And body. Marvellous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went back to school to wash off. Then trained to bedok to Aqel's. I missed him truckloads. &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been months since i saw him and he's even cuter than before. I kept hugging or should i say, squeezing th cuteness out of him. heeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330478316504862290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfmpyWoxzlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PKvjcNN10z4/s320/A!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1422111386574632453?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1422111386574632453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-28-april-after-so-much-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1422111386574632453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1422111386574632453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-28-april-after-so-much-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfmpyWoxzlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PKvjcNN10z4/s72-c/A!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3661738424423978884</id><published>2009-04-27T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:27:22.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiring and crappy. That's what i could describe life in MI.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day seems like deja vu. Doing th same routine over and over again; im getting sick of it. Rushing to hand up assignments on time, completing project works and be on task. Everything and everyone seemed to move at max speed. Wait, or is it that im lagging behind?&lt;br /&gt;Right, ive been sleeping through lectures, stoning during tutorials and thinking of fooooood when whoever's explaining. Like, i'll be sitting down and staring at th teacher's mouth like its moving in slow-mo and hearing next to nothing. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont feel like going to school tmr if not for Mr Lee's project. Charis and i've been procrastinating it since 9 april and frankly, we've done nothing about it. There's nooooo wayyyyy we can come up with any other excuses this thurs. -Stuffs like no laptop or no internet or forget to bring thumbdrive or thumbdrive corrupted. So much for all that.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee's been really kind to us and trust us to take advantage of that. Gotta finish it tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Need. To. Present. No. Matter. What.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3661738424423978884?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3661738424423978884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiring-and-crappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3661738424423978884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3661738424423978884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiring-and-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-1266560647465713185</id><published>2009-04-25T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:39:29.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to Faezah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with love.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfKvPVaa2iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/26_LpJdah1Q/s1600-h/1_493487839l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328513987113572898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfKvPVaa2iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/26_LpJdah1Q/s320/1_493487839l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 13th birthday, dearest cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work hard and live your life to th fullest (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-1266560647465713185?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1266560647465713185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-13th-birthday-dearest-cousin-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1266560647465713185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/1266560647465713185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-13th-birthday-dearest-cousin-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfKvPVaa2iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/26_LpJdah1Q/s72-c/1_493487839l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-2882215181614195482</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:54:17.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heyho! Skate today, like finallyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had Khai to teach me drop-in. Okay, it doesnt seem to be as easy as it looks like to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a fuckin bad fall and it left a huge impact on my upper torso and an unforgettable bloody patch on my knee. Th girls missed my fall and khai was like telling them, "die jatoh rabak sakk". Nah, it doesnt really hurt now. But i was thinking about what mum had told me some time ago. She dont allow me to skate as she knows i would fall a lot and that could result to difficulty to conceive after awhile. -.- hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvcGOylDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iM4wea8BRiA/s1600-h/0.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327880887678964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvcGOylDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iM4wea8BRiA/s320/0.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvQSQcA8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6sNYRErzzh8/s1600-h/0.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327880684748669890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvQSQcA8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/6sNYRErzzh8/s320/0.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvAaSvvDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MMgbFukPB50/s1600-h/0.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327880412027927602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvAaSvvDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MMgbFukPB50/s320/0.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBu4V26trI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mj8bb3rOYHw/s1600-h/0.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327880273398511282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBu4V26trI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mj8bb3rOYHw/s320/0.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBupedkYDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/10uz3v0bKSM/s1600-h/0.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327880018010071090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBupedkYDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/10uz3v0bKSM/s320/0.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327886363074222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfB0azqv2RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/J0TrshfG9m4/s320/0.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBt7PGlF-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mk3ER_91SoQ/s1600-h/0.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327879223613134818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBt7PGlF-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Mk3ER_91SoQ/s320/0.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327879522742003010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBuMpcdZUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q2ImhuXJfsI/s320/0.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBts_lFIRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YFh3T0c-bOE/s1600-h/0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327878978927927570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBts_lFIRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YFh3T0c-bOE/s320/0.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBtgB7cwJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pnnJ40GZRf0/s1600-h/0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327878756220321938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBtgB7cwJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pnnJ40GZRf0/s320/0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;err, th pathetic one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Im tired now. Chiao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-2882215181614195482?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2882215181614195482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyho-skate-today-like-finallyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2882215181614195482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/2882215181614195482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyho-skate-today-like-finallyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SfBvcGOylDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iM4wea8BRiA/s72-c/0.9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7059872550611093532</id><published>2009-04-22T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:05:28.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream big'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, school's been pretty crappy. Truth is,&lt;br /&gt;- i know nuts about Math's hyperbolas and elipses&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know how to apply th half-ball peel structure for GP&lt;br /&gt;- i despise history teachers with PMS&lt;br /&gt;- i hate running 8-10 rounds every PE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But on th bright side, i passed my accounting test!&lt;br /&gt;74% yknow. Booo! to Mrs Goh, my former sec sch accounts teacher who always look down on me, &amp;amp; yayness! to Mrs Wong, my current accounts teacher who have faith in me. Hey, it rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with th happyhappy friends around me, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;, chicken chop, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;, mocha breeze, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;, hockey, (and have i said &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt;?) it just makes school more fun. Like, part of me wants me to go and th other part wants me to stay in th school.&lt;br /&gt;So currently, im thinking of just gonna have to concentrate on passing all my tests, handing up my assignments and work hard for promo exams in order to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;Here's th idea. -Clear A Levels, get a degree, secure a stable career, get married, have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, still a long way to go, lyana. Longgggg way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7059872550611093532?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7059872550611093532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately-schools-been-pretty-crappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7059872550611093532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7059872550611093532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately-schools-been-pretty-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3201496811643973032</id><published>2009-04-17T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:34:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fact #o1&lt;br /&gt;I hate my phone. Th batt's dead. Th prepaid's a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o2&lt;br /&gt;Dad just asked me to change to line. But thinking of th 91 people in my phonebook that i had to inform if i change my number, ill just give it a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o3&lt;br /&gt;I love hockey. So much. That it hurts. My legs, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o4&lt;br /&gt;After school just now. Was like some class excursion.&lt;br /&gt;All 12 of us. Cramped together on th mama-shop-block staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o5&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I think one of th guys who was with us is kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o6&lt;br /&gt;As in. H-O-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o7&lt;br /&gt;My acting skills are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o8&lt;br /&gt;Eating KFC with Charis is a must every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #o9&lt;br /&gt;I super hate th smell of Charis' (very-nice-leh) prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #10&lt;br /&gt;Th eligible ones. Are either taken, gays or broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #11&lt;br /&gt;Malay project presentation's this coming monday. And im nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #12&lt;br /&gt;As in, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #13&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #14&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GP lectures. Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #15&lt;br /&gt;I have this freaking urge. To withdraw from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #16&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #17&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays and Thursdays. Are th boringggggggggggggg days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #18&lt;br /&gt;I dont miss my ex bfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #19&lt;br /&gt;Haizan Danish is exceptional though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #20&lt;br /&gt;I want a skater cum rugby player cum rockstar as my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #21&lt;br /&gt;But not as someone whom i wanna spend my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #22&lt;br /&gt;Bro's not back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #23&lt;br /&gt;Im chatting with a new friend (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3201496811643973032?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3201496811643973032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/fact-o1-i-hate-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3201496811643973032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3201496811643973032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/fact-o1-i-hate-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8261106562672095141</id><published>2009-04-17T14:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:08:13.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that fighter.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 15 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my skateboard, like finallyyy. yayness!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eh hanim, for accompanying me all th way to pasir ris. Reached home at 1020pm, didnt bring th skateboard home, though. Left it at hanim's for th time being. Cos i didnt want dad to nag at me at such a late hour like that, some more got history test th next day.&lt;br /&gt;I looked like some freak with a big bloated bag as if im running away from home, carrying a hockey stick on one hand, and th board on th other; receiving some curious stares from kaypoh singaporeans in th train.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know. Im cool.&lt;br /&gt;K. Shut up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325568677244117154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Seg4fvIVIKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UGZgGeSyD9E/s200/IMG0306A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say whatever you want, bitch. I dont give a damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 16 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE! Gosh. I hate that 2-letter word.&lt;br /&gt;Ran a total of 10 ROUNDS around th track.&lt;br /&gt;Like, wtf. Dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after pe, cabbed all th way to Hockey Village for some friendly with Crescent Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Played 6 a side. Split into two groups since there were 12 of us.&lt;br /&gt;In my team there's Sasha, Zul, Sheila and Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;We wont both matches, 5-1 and 6-1. ((: gee, not bad uh for beginners.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, all we wanted was to gain experience, after looking at th way they trained. Frankly, they scared th shit out of us and we thought we're just gonna play th game and go home with paper bags covering our heads. I mean, oh c'mon! Who would still wanna walk with their heads high up, after losing a match with a bunch of &lt;em&gt;annoying, aggressive &lt;/em&gt;kids?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh! &amp;amp; have i told you that some hunks were practicing muay thai just beside th hockey pitch? God, those bods. Succha huge distraction. I think th Crescent girls sent them there so that we'll get distracted and will then lose to them. But too bad, we won. Not because we were much more bigger in size or whatever. Its just because we played a clean game and never had th intention of injuring any of our opponents. &amp;amp;that includes not anyhow hooking people's legs with th sticks or saying 'no, no goal. cos th ball hit th pole instead', when th ball actually bounced in back. Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So long, sore losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at around 7pm. Walked all th way to JP to have dinner. Yeah, thanks to zul's boyfie, who was th one who said JP was verryy near. Gosh. My legs were aching like hell.&lt;br /&gt;McSpicy for dinner. And listed all th *fill in th blanks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute/hot/attractive/single/attached/just-broke-up&lt;/em&gt; guys in our school. heh, sasha seemed to know everything. Yeah, you know that topic always turns me on. Without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train home. Bathe. Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8261106562672095141?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8261106562672095141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-15-april-got-my-skateboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8261106562672095141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8261106562672095141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-15-april-got-my-skateboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Seg4fvIVIKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UGZgGeSyD9E/s72-c/IMG0306A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7133278311923082980</id><published>2009-04-11T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:41:55.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeined.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heya fellas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen. *clear throat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Im getting my skateboard on wed! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be jealous, fhy. Take that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s563.photobucket.com/albums/ss71/stephanie_joo/10%20Portraits/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jeff1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/skateboard" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="o.O" src="http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i221/11EDMUNDO11/skateboard.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s40.photobucket.com/albums/e217/jensen_family_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=skate.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7133278311923082980?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7133278311923082980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/heya-fellas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7133278311923082980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7133278311923082980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/heya-fellas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-8541518796038967575</id><published>2009-04-10T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:22:17.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 8 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323313700539842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SeA1m0SlvrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_5mU2XM5Edc/s320/vka-field242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After 54321 days of being absent from hockey, i came down for training. Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Gym session and pitch training, that is. Th good news was, i could still hold th stick properly and deliver fairly good sweeps. yayness. Th bad news; just as i'd guessed. -Coach doesnt even remember my name. And my face, as if im some pathetic kid who'd just came for her first hockey training. &lt;em&gt;Booo sama dia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we had th usual basic practices and drills. And before we call it a day, we were asked to play some mini friendly game. Like 4 people a side. I swore i played like some mad bull who'd just been released from its cage. Well i dont mean to brag, but i scored. A lot. &lt;em&gt;All hail lyana!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it was soooooooo fun. Thn, just like how i'd forgotten the coach's name, he called me and asked for my name. &amp;amp;thn he was like, 'Well done, lyana.' &lt;em&gt;cheyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few minutes later, while i was still absorbed into th game, he called me again and this time he was like,&lt;br /&gt;'Whats your full name? Lyana what?'&lt;br /&gt;'Are you in PU-1?'&lt;br /&gt;'What class?'&lt;br /&gt;'Played hockey before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, relax lah coach. Excuse me, i was panting like shit lahh. So, after answering all his qns, he asked me. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;'You got shin pads? Go borrow from them. I want you to follow with th seniors for their friendly tonight. I want to see you play. Start at 6. Its ok if your parents dont allow you to go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeee. I was already soooo tired by then and dont feel like going for th friendly. AND i had to study for accounting test. I cant possibly fail Mrs Wong's test! With th combination of her menopause and high blood pressure, she'll kill me in th name of her ridiculous anger for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so th bus left while i was happily taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 9 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons on thurdays are boring, as per usual. Charis &amp;amp; i were supposed to present our pair-work slides for Mr Lee's history lesson. Instead, we came out with th most cliche reason, 'Couldnt save th slides in th thumbdrive.' -.- We didnt have time to finish th project actually.&lt;br /&gt;Accounts test; couldnt finish everything in 40 minutes. &lt;em&gt;bleargh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i hate thursdays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 10 April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday!&lt;br /&gt;So met up with Hanim, Nadia and Adilah for mly PW. Everyone agreed to meet at wdlnds reg lib. Otw there, i received 2 messages from Hanim in th bus.&lt;br /&gt;First msg: 'Pade firasat aku, library nari tak bukak. Kau rase plk?'&lt;br /&gt;Second msg: 'Eh, library tk bukak. Jumpe pt Mac.'&lt;br /&gt;Wth. How could everyone forgot that it was a public holiday?&lt;br /&gt;hee. Went to adilah's house instead. A very productive session, i should say. A lot of ideas kept streaming in. We decided on Tarian Kuda Kepang as th topic. ^^ &lt;em&gt;excited dong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323306452211125522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SeAvA6KWzRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GIY6mLkRRLQ/s320/Purwanto%252090%2520-%2520Kuda%2520kepang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-8541518796038967575?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8541518796038967575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-8-april-after-54321-days-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8541518796038967575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/8541518796038967575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-8-april-after-54321-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SeA1m0SlvrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_5mU2XM5Edc/s72-c/vka-field242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-6425346591724017725</id><published>2009-04-04T20:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:13:23.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etnies . nike dunk . vans . Just you wait.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddTKObd4UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kOVjxhnaRUs/s1600-h/IMG0293A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320812919898628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddTKObd4UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kOVjxhnaRUs/s400/IMG0293A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS-CK_o3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zFB_6bCvi8A/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320812710449881970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS-CK_o3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zFB_6bCvi8A/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nan ; Jacklyn th singer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS51sX0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/V_ltBlIjFZU/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320812638380740834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS51sX0OI/AAAAAAAAAFY/V_ltBlIjFZU/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda ; Hanim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS03XP8LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7fSezCxmvEY/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320812552929669298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddS03XP8LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7fSezCxmvEY/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Charis !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320813071756132802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddTTEJHgcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XCkqTCKvq4Q/s400/IMG0295A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STAR DUST 2009, semi-finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tired. Had loads of fun though. Jacklyn was th last contestant, sang No One by Alicia Keys. Overall, it was ok; but judges said she chose th wrong song. True enough, cos i thought some of th keys were a lil too high for her. Thr were some really good competitors like this girl named Dewi or something. And th guy who sang Listen by Beyonce. Like, whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Jacklyn did fairly well (: Bravo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND she had th most number of supporters. Yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didnt skate today due to th bad weather and time constraint and something else. Boo ah! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But met fhy anyway, &amp;amp; had our famous mee soto from th (what's th name?) stall at kopitiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been months since we ate there; reminiscing those days where we would order th usuals after sch. So much topic came up, from skateboards, to boys on skateboards, and to girls chasing boys on skateboards, and th list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crap ah Fhy. Hell, stop it with your ETNIES. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320822759796972322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddcG-6DGyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7hf7KDbRT2I/s320/IMG0301A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tadaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So looking forward for some crapping and shitting and skating sessions with that *coughs*, BFF of mine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320822568703257026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sddb73BwacI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a6gVula0j_Y/s320/H3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-6425346591724017725?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6425346591724017725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/ddd-nan-jacklyn-th-singer-amanda-hanim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6425346591724017725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/6425346591724017725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/ddd-nan-jacklyn-th-singer-amanda-hanim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/SddTKObd4UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kOVjxhnaRUs/s72-c/IMG0293A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-7290869156997776061</id><published>2009-04-04T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:06:48.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomenisational'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sda_n3zHsbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UXf3s8nuPFM/s1600-h/IMG0292A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650701498986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sda_n3zHsbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UXf3s8nuPFM/s200/IMG0292A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello, earthings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is gonna be a random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. Boys.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if ill be left as an old spinster, living in an old cottage, with hundreds of cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-7290869156997776061?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7290869156997776061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-earthings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7290869156997776061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/7290869156997776061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-earthings.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sda_n3zHsbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UXf3s8nuPFM/s72-c/IMG0292A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5576043152341556936</id><published>2009-04-04T08:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:26:16.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3pm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth park.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok i know my blog's like dying AGAIN but ive been reallyyyyyyyy busy. As in, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week's filled with tests and assignments ))): Its over and im done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jsyk, i had to serve detention with charis, khup, daniel, amanda and jacklyn on thurs. For skipping GP, of course! sheeesh. I mean, we just cant help it. Ms Tham's lessons are a real killer and we just decided to go backstage to play piano instead. Oh hey, we felt that that was what we had to do. How can we argue with fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been 98765432123456789 days since i last attended hockey trainings. Th seniors were like askin me 'how come you so long never go hockey?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i was like, 'oh, i had to settle some stuff first'. Yeah seriously, i have to SETTLE some stuff before i can go for trainings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heh, i think i cant even do a proper pass already. Waaah, whats worst; -i think i cant even hold th stick properly. -.- &amp;amp;today while th rest of th hockey peeps are at some friendly match at NTU, im still here, rolling on my bed, thinking whether i have to blog about something you shouldnt know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But on th bright side, jacklyn's competing in some singing comp at cineleisure today, &amp;amp; th entire 09B5's coming down to root for her. Like finally, there's something i can look forward to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320643471560972034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sda5DCLklwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nF-GkwhZt5g/s400/B5!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09B5, nan's bithday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Im supposed to do malay project with adila, nadia and hanim before that. Th plan was to meet up at woodlands reg lib to do th project thingy. But since we're gg to cineleisure after that, i was thinking, why not just do our project around that area? So yeah, decided to meet th girls at far east plaza KFC at 12 today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; After cineleisure, im gg skating with fhy. Its been like 123456789 days since we last met and, i cant believe im saying this, i missed her like hell! And i hope her abg skater will tag along cos i want him to teach me kickflip. &amp;amp; heelflip. &amp;amp; pop shove-it. &amp;amp; drop-in.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. I cant even do a proper olie! -.- shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;shut up, fhy. Dont let me steal and throw away your 'i-just-bought' skate shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i need something you know i cant live without. No, not love.&lt;br /&gt;F-O-O-D!&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5576043152341556936?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5576043152341556936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-know-my-blogs-like-dying-again-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5576043152341556936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5576043152341556936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-know-my-blogs-like-dying-again-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/Sda5DCLklwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nF-GkwhZt5g/s72-c/B5!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-93508213158451402</id><published>2009-03-26T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:38:00.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice mint (:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long, tiring, crappy, dry, insane &amp;amp; all-other-adjectives-i-can-ever-think-of day.&lt;br /&gt;Well th only subject that didnt bore me that much was MOB at th lecture room. heh, Fahmi was really funny. Seriously. He had hidden a spare mic under his shirt and made stupid noises with it th whole time. Mrs YES Chan didnt even realised. She thought there was really some problems with her mic and speaker just now. lol :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp;PE again. :( My legs are hurting like hell. Walking down th stairs is a real torture.&lt;br /&gt;Thn after sch, went to khup &amp;amp; aloy's hangout place. hah, 12 levels above th mama shop (: heeee.&lt;br /&gt;KFC. Again. Charis is forever hungry. Goodness, she has a huge appetite. She ate a plate of chicken chop, a bowl of prawn noodles, a pau &amp;amp; mocca breeze for lunch yest. Ridiculous metabolism rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch is soo gonna be fun tmr. Lessons are just history, GP &amp;amp; HT period. And i feel like skipping GP tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-93508213158451402?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/93508213158451402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-long-tiring-crappy-dry-insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/93508213158451402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/93508213158451402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-long-tiring-crappy-dry-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3758043452084661873</id><published>2009-03-24T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:05:02.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you girls are th most active girls ive ever known. haaaaaaaaaaa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate lessons on Tuesdays. History, maths, accounts, GP and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GP tutorials was th most borrriiiinggg lesson of th day. Pardon me, Ms Tham. Bt at th rate you were going, articulating every single word, plus your PMS, its just not working.&lt;br /&gt;I'd learn to sleep with my eyes open and only woke up to finish up her assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, &amp;amp;PE just sucks. Like, seriously. Hadnt been running for weeks and they made us run 2+3 rounds around th track just now. 2 km that is. Okay, that sounds easy but hey, at least i tried to finish th rounds. &amp;amp; i didnt cheat. Not like Charis. And Isabella. And th others. heeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blame it on your eating habits for th past few weeks, lyana. &amp;amp; that other habit of yours also. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;double freaking OMG, there's a hot guy in my class!!-Think defined brow ridges and square jaw lines.&lt;br /&gt;Ok shut up, brain. Just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i sooooo love Wednesdays. MT and Mgt of business. And a whole 1h 20 min of break. Yayness. Heh, th girls were all so high about piercing and body arts. -Lips, tongue, navel &amp;amp; 'i-shant-tell-u-where' piercings. What had become of those sweet, conservative girls these days? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanita melayu terakhir mcm Nikmatul Fiuthonah Bida'ah.&lt;/span&gt; Ok, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey tomorrow! Oh, i shall focus on hockey only and not looking at rugby boys. And soccer boys. And th track boys. I mean it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3758043452084661873?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3758043452084661873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-lessons-on-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3758043452084661873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3758043452084661873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-lessons-on-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-993162000839564384</id><published>2009-03-20T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:36:29.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing. Just bored.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOM2JXsNPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zQNNfEm96gI/s1600-h/L"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315246847083427058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOM2JXsNPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zQNNfEm96gI/s200/L%27s+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315244558185381282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOKw6j3vaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ng8dZNlfTO8/s200/M0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOL-q8w8PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vFO7pMA1-HY/s1600-h/IMG0278A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315245894024622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOL-q8w8PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vFO7pMA1-HY/s200/IMG0278A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOLvkUML4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5weg4UlS3Rw/s1600-h/DNT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315245634545790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOLvkUML4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/5weg4UlS3Rw/s200/DNT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315246188928384050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOMP1jTPDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TvZfXZVTqMk/s200/M8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOLbJgvdiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TFdbuC_zZbg/s1600-h/H3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315245283753293346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOLbJgvdiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TFdbuC_zZbg/s200/H3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315247357577205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScONT3G5FgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/blMZnqd1D5c/s200/L%27s+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315246421507852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOMdX-kSZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/97z2QgfvuD4/s200/Fa.Cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-993162000839564384?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/993162000839564384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/993162000839564384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/993162000839564384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3ECU-xEqUo/ScOM2JXsNPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zQNNfEm96gI/s72-c/L%27s+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-3671972999014053695</id><published>2009-03-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:21:24.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is like latte. What starts hot will soon turns cold.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was awakened by kanye west's heartless at 1.34 am. I was like, wth. Someone text me when i was about to be in a castle, with a prince and countless pots of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Who else? -Some friend of mine. She was in a 'i-cant-believe-he-ditched-me' situation &amp;amp; of course, i wasnt really in th mood to entertain her until she said, "i feel like my time is up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Had to console her &amp;amp; all. I hadnt and will never shed a single tear for a guy. Its just not worth it. &lt;em&gt;Babe, you gotta learn to let go and move on&lt;/em&gt;. Always believe that things happen for a reason. Deal with it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;Play with fire, &amp;amp; you''ll get burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-3671972999014053695?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3671972999014053695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-awakened-by-kanye-wests-heartless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3671972999014053695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/3671972999014053695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-awakened-by-kanye-wests-heartless.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436195175049510152.post-5072458628791065897</id><published>2009-03-19T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:16:51.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RUG&apos;s fishy.'/><title type='text'>busy .</title><content type='html'>HELLO, earthlings! (:&lt;br /&gt;Its been 9876543210 days since i last touched my blog; been very busybusybusybusybusy with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh! Firstly, i'll share what i feel is appropriate okay. Some things are meant to be personal anw. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. School's undeniably fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could say it was kinda easy adapting to th new environment, friends, facilities and such. Well, i guess stepping into th next stage of life does makes me a whole new person. I shant tell you what exactly are th changes. -&lt;strong&gt;Life has never taste so sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heh, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even made&lt;/span&gt; accounting lessons exciting. Seriously, ive never been tht &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;learning accounts. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fact: i've always hated accounts during sec sch &amp;amp; thought that i would nevernevernever take accounts as any part of my subject again. Ever.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah, things are beginning to change. Being a business student, of course, had never even occured in my mind before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, im taking accounts, management of business &amp;amp; history for my H2 subjects and maths for H1. (: &amp;amp; i chose hockey as my cca *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kening up2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyyyy, so tht's all abt &lt;em&gt;life in MI. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon, cupcakes! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3436195175049510152-5072458628791065897?l=illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5072458628791065897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5072458628791065897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3436195175049510152/posts/default/5072458628791065897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbreakyourdeck.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy.html' title='busy .'/><author><name>Lyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07753083567779375347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
