<?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-8963922</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:03.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>|Glory Glory|</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963922.post-113081919955232428</id><published>2005-11-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:26:39.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a word makes</title><content type='html'>"Doc," says Steve, "I want to be castrated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What on earth for?" asks the doctor in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's something I've been thinking about for a long time and I want to have it done," replies Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But have you thought through it properly?" asks the doctor, "It's a very serious operation and once it's done, there's no going back. It will change your life forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm aware of that and you're not going to change my mind - either you book me in to be castrated or i'll simply go to another doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, ok," says the doctor, "But it's against my better judgement!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steve has his operation, and the next day he is up and walking very slowly, legs apart, down the hospital corridor with his drip stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading towards him is another patient, who is walking exactly the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there," says Steve, "It looks as if you've just had the same operation as me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the patient, "I finally decided that after 37 years of life that I would like to be circumcised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve stared at him in horror and screamed, "Damn! &lt;em&gt;That's the word!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-113081919955232428?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/113081919955232428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=113081919955232428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/113081919955232428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/113081919955232428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-difference-word-makes.html' title='What a difference a word makes'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112954211147438277</id><published>2005-10-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:43:36.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aper khabar semuer? :D No ur not dreaming...affie has finally blogged! Haha. And I don't need rosey to ask me to blog this time ard. Heh. So...here i am typing away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was surfing the net just now and there was this pop-up from 'Tickle: Tests, Matchmaking and Social Networking'. A part of it says "What's Your IQ?". I got interested so I clicked on the pop-up and proceed to "Take the free classic IQ test". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The mind-boggling qns got me fascinated. Here are some of the qns. Try ah. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'If some Wicks are Slicks, and some Slicks are Snicks, then some Wicks are definitely Snicks. The statement is: 1)true 2) false 3) neither.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'Sue is both the 50th best and the 50th worst student at her school. How many students attend her school?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'True knowledge exists in knowing that you know ___________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1)everything 2)nothing 3)the truth 4)the weather 5)the meaning of life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'Which one of these five things is least like the other four?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1)plum 2)grape 3)apricot 4)peach 5)cherry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Url: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq/index-pop.jsp?sid=2607&amp;supp=&amp;amp;z"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq/index-pop.jsp?sid=2607&amp;supp=&amp;amp;z&lt;/a&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I went thru the 40 qns and got an iq score of 120. Ewah cedebah! Haha. Here's a part of the report they got for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"You've got a very experiential way of learning and a strong mathematical mind. You're able to whittle even the most complex situation down to comprehensible component parts. In short, you have mastered the art and science of precision. That's what makes you a Precision Processor. " Cheh! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But of course, IQ tests are not accurate measures of ur intelligence and I believe these tests are not predictors of ur future success. Life is more than just IQ scores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oh...n juz fyi...Einstein, the one regarded as the prototype of a genius, have had an IQ score of 'only' 160. If you have a score of 140 and above u can call urself a genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And perhaps u have not heard of William James Sidis but he's probably the most intelligent man to have lived on earth, having an IQ score of bet 250-300!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Believe it or not, he was the youngest student to ever enroll at Harvard at age 11 . He started reading The New York Times at 18 months. Sidis learned Russian, French, German, Hebrew, Turkish and Armenian at six. He could learn a whole language in one day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Damn how i wish i've got his intelligence. Then, perhaps i could finish my whole mechatronics course at age 10! That would be great..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112954211147438277?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112954211147438277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112954211147438277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112954211147438277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112954211147438277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/10/aper-khabar-semuer-d-no-ur-not.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112463769937920231</id><published>2005-08-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:21:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rosey asked me to blog, so here i am typing away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should stop gazing at...her pics. Haha. No no, not Rosey. Its just some gurl i met a week ago. Such an endearing smile she has. Its one of those smiles that makes u beguiled. Yup. But thats all i suppose. Not that I have an infatuation for her. I've promised myself not to have anymore infatuations coz they often led me to have unhealthy emotions that can cause me not being myself. Think im gonna blog bout these things someday..but just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends are gonna enter the Sports Fiesta street soccer competition, branding ourselves "Two Dough-ler", courtesy to our lecturer's accent. Haha. The last time i played in a street soccer competition, it was the one organised by MLS. Then, we were "Bapak Kita Hensum". Its a completely different team now, with only me and Zuhri having played for BKH. So its Aman for Afzal, Aleph for Syahmi, and Haikal for Alex. I think I sound really enthusiastic bout the competition here..haha. Hmm...so...Afzal's marauding runs will be missed but opponents must watch out for Aman's trademark 'tonjol'! Wahaha. Boy, can't wait for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk...thats enough typing for me. So long and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112463769937920231?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112463769937920231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112463769937920231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112463769937920231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112463769937920231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/08/rosey-asked-me-to-blog-so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112394796993345991</id><published>2005-08-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:49:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Most Embarrassing Moment In My Life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh shity!!! Had a moment of utmost mortification today. Nothing can be more embarrassing than this, apparently. Right, i shall not elaborate on the extent of the embarrassment. Let's just get on to the story. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me and my sec skewl friends just came back from playing soccer at b.b with my sp friends. We were at c.c.k interchange when we decided we have not played enuf soccer and went to the usual function hall to check out if anybody's playin soccer there. It turned out that there were abt 5 ppl playin, but only kicking the ball towards one end of the two so called "goalposts". At the other end, there was this grp of gurls from my previous skewl practicing some modern dance movements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It all started when i kicked the ball and it bounced off the wall. The white sphere thing then maliciously rolled towards the dancing gurls. It was a spur of the moment thought that caused my silly legs to go for the ball to prevent it from hitting a girl's feet. I should have just let the ball go. Heck, it was only rolling! But there goes my leg, stretching for the ball which was just an inch frm the girl's feet. As my right feet caught the ball, my left feet stepped on a small puddle of sweat (*curse the owner of the sweat*)and i slipped. My feet hit hard on the gurl's right ankle and she fell wif an 'ouch!'. Gawd! I swear it looked as though it was a two-footed tackle. Aaaaarrgghh!!! And worse, it was as though i did it intentionally. Just imagine, i was dashing towards an innocent gurl who was dancing  and launch a two-footed tackle on her to get the ball. It sure looks extremely stupid. All her friends were shocked and they glared at me. Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that i wasn't having any shirt on! AAArrrrgghh!!! Flabbergasted, all i could manage was a pathetic "eh, sorry sorry! sorry giler! eh ok tak?". Oh forgot to mention, she's a malay. Haha. One year younger den me. Gosh! After that, she sat one side to give attention to her ankle while her frens continued wif their practice. I kept repeating "eh sori tau!" but all the way she just nodded and give a wry giggle. Not being sure if she was mad ornt, i walked(i wish i could run!) towards my frens and try to make use of their company as camouflage for my overwhelming mortification. Her friends were still staring at me and when a guy came to join them, i heard him saying "huh?He tackled her ah?". Woooaarrgghhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After i wore my shirt back and ready to go home, i gave her one last "eh sorry tau!" before joining my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmmm....if by any chance that girl read this...SORRY!! Hope ur ankle heals before ur dance performance...or watever ur practicing for jznw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112394796993345991?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112394796993345991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112394796993345991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112394796993345991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112394796993345991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-embarrassing-moment-in-my-life-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112254826297116662</id><published>2005-07-28T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T03:57:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;            A Young Cowboy Walks Into A Seedy Cafe In A Small Town In West Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;            He Sits At The Counter And Notices An Older Cowboy With His Arms Folded, Staring Blankly At A Bowl Of Chilli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;            After 15 Minutes Of Just Sitting There Staring At It, The Young Cowboy Bravely Asks: "&lt;em&gt;If You Ain't Gonna Eat That, Mind If I Do?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;             The Older Cowboy Slowly Turns His Head Toward The Young Wranglex And In His Best Cowboy Manner Says: "&lt;em&gt;Nah, Go Ahead&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;             Eagerly, The Young Cowboy Reaches Over And Slides The Bowl Over To His Place And Starts Spooning It Up With Delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;              He Is Almost At The Bottom Of The Bowl When He Notices A Dead Mouse In The Chilli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;              The Sight Was So Shocking That He Immediately Throws Up The Chilli Into The Bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;               The Old Cowboy Quietly Says: "&lt;em&gt;Yep, That's As Far As I Got To.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112254826297116662?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112254826297116662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112254826297116662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112254826297116662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112254826297116662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/07/young-cowboy-walks-into-seedy-cafe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112135844514986546</id><published>2005-07-15T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:25:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Have this strange desire to blog at this moment. The frequency of the number of times i blog keeps decreasing. Haha, just can't get this 'frequency' thing out of my head coz i juz had a statistics test this afternoon and i spent two hours before the test memorising all the computing formulas. Yah i confess, its last-minute studying. It has been this way for me since my freshman days. I just can't seem to have the leverage to get myself to sit for 60 minutes and flip through the pages of my textbooks at home when there's nothing to do. Guess the sense of urgency is the only driving force that can make me study now. Hope this habit won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey enuf said bout my worries on my studies. Its just a superfluous fact to me rite now. I've got another test tmr. C# programming. Still can't be bothered to try out the tutorial qns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Feeling kinda lethargic rite now. All my energy drained from skewl. Was laughing my ass off the whole day with my frens making fun of our mechanics lecturer's accent. "You dthon't dthu dthis!" "Macdthonal". "Dthwo dthollar". Wahaha. Damn my friends! Always making me laugh like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Came across some meaningful sentences while browsing a fren's blog. Nice words from a nice person. Lets share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A sweet life is a shared experience. Our greatest joys, our most precious moments, our toughest challenges and our most loving times are mostly shared with people. Our greatest learning experience come from being with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How true. I've always believe that if we share our happiness it'll be doubled. And if we share our sorrows, it'll be halved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have so many things to blog about but time is constraining me to do so. Oh ya, i wanna go baybeats. Hope i can go wif bitesize n her sister. Prob this saturday? Okok its alr 1.30 a.m! Gosh gotta switch the lights off soon. My bed is enticing me. As i've said, im feeling rather lethargic. Hope my mind will be ready for a new day tmr. Goodnite all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"If you don't Stand for Something.You will Fall for Everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112135844514986546?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112135844514986546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112135844514986546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112135844514986546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112135844514986546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-this-strange-desire-to-blog-at.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-112124771288568456</id><published>2005-07-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T02:42:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rindu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiada sehari yang berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa ku mengingatimu&lt;br /&gt;Rindu padamu&lt;br /&gt;Sentiasa mendambakan&lt;br /&gt;Kasih dan sayangmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam aku bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hujan ku berlari&lt;br /&gt;Berlari mencari&lt;br /&gt;Memangil-manggil namamu&lt;br /&gt;Namamu yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuharap dan kuberdoa&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dapat bersua denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada kata yang dapat ku gambarkan&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan yang ku alami&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ku ini tiada berbelah bagi&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang suci dan abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku diterima&lt;br /&gt;Atau kau kan membiarkan saja&lt;br /&gt;Kerana ku berdosa&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biarkan ku terhina&lt;br /&gt;Ku merayu padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-112124771288568456?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/112124771288568456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=112124771288568456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112124771288568456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/112124771288568456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/07/rindu.html' title='Rindu'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111970132606345402</id><published>2005-06-25T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T05:27:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We live in a beautiful world surrounded by colours. Colours are not as simple as it seems. They have psychological effects too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For example, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can cause people to be more contemplative. However, Darker shades of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can feel cold and depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;makes people calm and soft-hearted. It is the most romantic colour. This is why some sport teams paint the opposing teams's room pink - to drain their energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is associated with warmth, contentment, fruitfulness and wholesomeness. It looks strong and generous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can make an expensive product seem more affordable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is an attention grabber. Words and objects in red get people 's attention immediately. It has the effect of stimulating people to make quick decisions and increase expectations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me, my favourite colour is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It gives me that sense of security, warmth and comfort. Does that mean im an insecure person? Haha. But really, it gives me that sense of security. Anything matches wif &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;. Ok heres what i've read up about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; is the color of earth and wood. It is solid and reliable and helps to create a neutral, comfortable and open atmosphere. It communicates credibility, solidity, strength and maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; is more likely to be in men's favorite color list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; -- certain shades of it -- can look worn and wistful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok im done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111970132606345402?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111970132606345402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111970132606345402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111970132606345402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111970132606345402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-live-in-beautiful-world-surrounded.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111952887283748915</id><published>2005-06-23T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:18:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alooo!!!!! My blog has been dead for 3 wks!! Nw im finally feeding it. Haha. Well, nth much have been happening in my life. Im still in my holiday mood though its already the fourth week of skewl! N loads of tests are cuming in two weeks!! Arghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for bbq at pasir ris park last saturday n sunday. Went with relatives from my mum's side. It was pretty memorable. Really had fun! Gatherings with them are always fun. I've been pretty close to them since childhood. It's outings with them that i really look forward to. Always feel the warmth and excitement when they're ard. Luv them loads n loads! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the sunrise was beeaauutifuuuul!! Tried to take pics of it wif bitesize, but our hps can't capture the images clearly. It was a picture perfect moment for me. The beautiful gigantic red ball rised slowly above the calm waters of the sea, reflecting its light off it and shining all those at the beach mesmerising the panoramic view. There were moments where a bunch of birds and a plane flew past it. Such a captivating sight! Like bitesize said...no two sunrise are the same, but they are nevertheless beautiful. U'll see a different one every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday is history tomorrow is a mystery.today is a gift that is why we call it the present!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111952887283748915?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111952887283748915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111952887283748915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111952887283748915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111952887283748915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/06/alooo-my-blog-has-been-dead-for-3-wks.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111754778229221011</id><published>2005-05-31T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:56:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arrgghh!!! My heart pain!!!! I mean...physically ah. I always got this. Sumtymes cannot breathe properly cause my chest will feel pain if i breathe in too much. At tymes its the left side, at tymes on the right. Nw its on my left. Adoi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weekend was my kuz's wedding. Was great! So exciting!! Although there r sum dull moments overall it was a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Den nw skewl alr...so not fun. Boring siol. Tired ah everyday must wake up early. K ah wanna tido. Must wake up early! Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111754778229221011?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111754778229221011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111754778229221011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111754778229221011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111754778229221011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/05/arrgghh-my-heart-pain-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111683756322862225</id><published>2005-05-23T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:39:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Halo!!! Malas lah nak update. Boring ah pat rumah. But wanna klua oso malas. So....wad shld i do ah? Hahai...been playin FreeCell over n over again. Juz learnt hw to play the game from my cuzzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uncle's wedding on Saturday. Had fun. Got help here n there a bit ah. Found out dat i got a 'big bro' in sp....wahahahaha. Den went home at ard 8...Cik Lan's family came over to our house to watch he Manu - Ars FA CUP Final. Fug man! Manu lost! They dominated the game but lost on penalty!! Arrgghh!! Many decisions were against them. Lady Luck was palpably not on their side that night. Bleaarrghh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuzin's wedding next wk. My big bro is getting married!! Haha. How exciting! Miss the old daes i had wif him. We were close. I used to sleep over at his house during holidaes. Hahai. How time flies. Nw he's an adult. Having his own family soon. Wish u all the best bro. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Skewl's starting next week. Guess its not a bad thing coz i get to mit my frens after ages. Miss playing soker sia. But my tyme-table is super hectic. Aaarrgghh! Gotta prepare myself for a busy busy semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111683756322862225?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111683756322862225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111683756322862225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111683756322862225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111683756322862225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/05/halo-malas-lah-nak-update.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111580108651197507</id><published>2005-05-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T01:44:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so Peter had to tell the first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell -- but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man came to the front of the line, and again Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding inside a refrigerator..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111580108651197507?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111580108651197507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111580108651197507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111580108651197507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111580108651197507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-men-were-standing-in-line-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111569104234953684</id><published>2005-05-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:10:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...wats been goin on. Mon n tues went to tutor the kids....wednesdae bitesize came to my house to study her prep maths...thursday went out wif the sp peeps...fridae tutor the kids at cik lela's hs for the last tyme...&lt;br /&gt;den sat tutor the kids at cik pau's hs. Sundae mother's day....me n abah blanjer her  Siam Kitchen. Yesterday went to NSC. K dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...dunno y uh...been feeling 'afraid' recently. I dunno wtf im afraid af. No idea. Maybe insecure or wat..&lt;br /&gt;Nonono! Its not. Hai..dunno luh. Bt all i noe i won't do the things i did in the past wen i feel stressed up or wadever. I'll jz sit in a corner n think bout it...n pray that Allah can make me feel much better. N i'll think of happy thoughts too. Happy thoughts dat can make me fly! Yeah! Hahai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111569104234953684?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111569104234953684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111569104234953684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111569104234953684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111569104234953684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111480150643436948</id><published>2005-04-30T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T12:40:23.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Jz got home...from downstairs. Picked my mum up lerr. She jz got back from tok jalil's hs den wanna walk home alone from the bus-stop like feel scarred liddat so i pick her up frm bus stop ah. Oh well...todae super bored. Boring giler. Boring to the max. Maybe dat'll explain the lame jokes i posted this morning??:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dunno y nw like semangat liddat keep updating my blog. Ko tk tau? Aku pon tk tau! Aaaah mepek ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Woah my perot so uncomfy. Gt dat wanna-berak-bt-cant-berak feeling. Sheesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So aniwae...xchanged fone wif my sister. T610 for T630. Kewl. Got alot more games den my fone. Also the buttons a lot more fun to press. Bt she said otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hahai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Been thinking jznw...do i prefer being the only child to being a brother? Ans is...i dunno. Really...haha. Yar lah, bein the only child u can get all the attention n feel pampered all dat. Ppl sae bein the only child i can easily ask my parents for anything and 9 out of 10 i'll get wad i want. Bt dats nt me. I dun like to ask 4 things dat i want uh. I'll rather save my own $$$ n buy my own things...although it takes sum time to save $$$ ah. I used to refuse any extra pocket $$$ my parents wanna give me ah. Haha. Mepek sey. Bt now i got 1 tanduk on my head alr. If my mum ask me i got enuf $$$ ornt i'll always say not enuf. Hehe. Rabak fie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So...do i prefer having a sibling? My ans might haf been a yes. Well...there's this cool kid whom i've been regarding like my own sis since 2 mnths ago. Bitesize! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Haha. Yeah! My cuz cum sis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Guess it is fun to haf a sister. One dat u dun feel weird at all acting silly ard her. One dat u can irritate till she gets really annoyed, n she'll try to irritate u back till u get as annoyed as her. Haha. Bt at the end of the dae u'll give dat sorry-for-annoying-u look. Haha wth. But its true uh. Well, guess i muz be thankful for wad i have. I may nt have a sibling...bt den this cool kid comes along n i'll look at her n sae to myself 'well, wat more can i ask for?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hehe..kk...really2 nd to slp now...3.30 a.m alr siol. Siak2. Kk...gdnite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111480150643436948?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111480150643436948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111480150643436948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111480150643436948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111480150643436948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/jz-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111474353759599675</id><published>2005-04-29T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:58:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A cowboy walked into a barber shop, sat on the barber's chair and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'll have a shave and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shoe shine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The barber began to lather his face and sharpen the old straight edge while a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woman with the biggest, firmest, most beautiful breasts that he had ever seen knelt down and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;began to shine his shoes. The cowboy said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Young lady, you and I should go and spend some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time in a hotel room." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'm married and my husband wouldn't like that". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The cowboy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Tell him you're working overtime and I'll pay you the difference." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You tell him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He is the one shaving you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111474353759599675?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111474353759599675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111474353759599675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111474353759599675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111474353759599675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/cowboy-walked-into-barber-shop-sat-on.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111474406886559942</id><published>2005-04-29T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:07:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three women who work in the same office notice that their female boss has started leaving work early every day. One day they decide that after she leaves, they'll take off early, too. After all, she never calls or comes back, so how is she to know? The brunette is thrilled to get home early. She does a Little gardening, watches a movie and then goes to bedearly. The redhead is elevated to be able to get in a quick workout at her health club before meeting a dinner dates. The blonde is also very happy to be home early, but as she goes upstairs she hears noises coming from her bedroom. She quietly opens the door a crack and is mortified to see her husband in bed with HER BOSS! Ever so gently, she closes the door and creeps out of her house. The next day, the brunette and the redhead talk about leaving early again, but when they ask the blonde if she wants to leave early also, she exclaims, "NO WAY! Yesterday I almost got caught!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111474406886559942?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111474406886559942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111474406886559942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111474406886559942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111474406886559942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-women-who-work-in-same-office.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111461697264008539</id><published>2005-04-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:49:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well well well... learnt two things 2dae. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One : Choacalates doesn't really cause pimples...its the nuts!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Two: Dark chocalate is gd for ur heart!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111461697264008539?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111461697264008539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111461697264008539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111461697264008539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111461697264008539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111449831218950644</id><published>2005-04-26T12:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:58:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Todae another boring dae at &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;. Woke up at 7.30...den went back to sleep...den woke up at 9.30...went back to sleep...den finally woke up at 11.30. Played guitar first before bathing. Haha...ngah busok2 main guitar. Still struggling to play actually...my fingers still quite kaku(stiff) ah. Eh, anybody can see my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VIDEO" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; playing??? Haha. Been having dat problem since I changed to dis template. Change the player already oso still cannot play. Wad Oni. Hmm..since the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VIDEO" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; cannot play...i think i'll put &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SONGS" target="_blank"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; oso ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm..went to escape theme &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PARK" target="_blank"&gt;park&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. Go wif my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, cik lela's &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FAMILY" target="_blank"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bitesize!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hehe. Our first ride is da small tu-tu-train. Haha. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;Felt&lt;/a&gt; like a 5yr old kid. After dat went to ride this so called merry-go-round...where u lie with ur face down on it...and feel like u'r flying. Bez! Haha. Quite scared ah at first when it took off. But den when we're high above the ground already &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; more comfortable. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;Felt&lt;/a&gt; like flying liddat. Shiok! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm..after dat wad eh? Oh ya! That small rollercoaster. Haha. Dat one oso i &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; scary. Wad sia. Sat beside bitesize n i kept shouting. The go-cart bez! I can't drive the two-seater wan coz im still not 18. Peje. Bt niwaes, still can drive the single-seat wan...gerek sey. Hahai. The part when going down the slope gerek. I pressed down the accelerator and the car went crazy...kept bumping while going down the slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But the most scary ride i rode is the viking uh. Actually was forced to ride it by bitesize n my mudder. Sat in the third-last seat i think. Fuyoh...the ride is like only 5 mins bt &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; like an hour liddat. Kept shaking my head when it went down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Smhw dat worked to ease dat 'jittery' feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday went for my guitar class in the morning, den went to cik lela's &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOUSE" target="_blank"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt; wif &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bitesize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to give our little cuzzies fifi n ain tuition. Hehe. I tutored fifi n &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bitesize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tutored ain. My job's easier of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt;...fifi gt no hmwk n she's so damn smart! She's primary 4. I tought her fractions...n boy did she learn fast. Juz explained to her once n gave her an example...n she can solve all the problems i gave her. Hehe...n she's so cute! I kept telling her "Ni senang!"...and she kept saying senang(easy) while doing all her maths problems. Miss the days when my mom babysit these two lil kuzins of mine. I lived at clementi dat tyme. N everyday after/before skewl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i would play2 wif them...&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WATCH" target="_blank"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; Ya Alif together(Im still in primary skewl lah!). Hahai. Sumtymes i juz lurve missing the old daes...would sit in my room n flash back the old &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MEMORIES" target="_blank"&gt;memories&lt;/a&gt;...look at old &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PICTURES" target="_blank"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;...hai. Im a very very very nostalgic person larh. Hehe...want to see a picture of me n &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bitesize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when we still small2? Hehe..later i put ah. Hmmm...ok where was I? Oh ya, we finished tutoring the lil tots at abt 8.30 liddat. After which we sent ain &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;...n den went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talked alot of crap on our wae &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;...joked ard...n finally seperated at yishun. When u &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; bitesize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and me together, u'll get two 5-yr-old &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=KIDS" target="_blank"&gt;kids&lt;/a&gt;! Haha. Kk...dats all peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh, was browsing through strangers' blogs...den got this phrase which caught my attention...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;--*~*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If Snow White married the seven dwarfs, there'd be no Fairy Tales in this world except &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TRUE" target="_blank"&gt;true&lt;/a&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*~*--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/shielanme.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahaha cute seh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111449831218950644?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111449831218950644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111449831218950644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111449831218950644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111449831218950644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/todae-another-boring-dae-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111427085479674478</id><published>2005-04-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:40:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday soker match like cricket score sia...haha. We played at st wilfred...near boon keng there uh. Im not sure of the score...bt i think roughly bout &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17-4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uh. Yeah we won! Muahaha! N i scored one! Muahaha! My first goal for MM actually..haha. All tnx to aman's assist...which he claimed he actually meant to pass to alvin but the ball curled in my path. Hahai..naseb uh. N aleph got a hat-trick! Wahaha. First tyme he score for MM oso. Den aman scored two..one from a free kick n another frm a solo run. The rest of the goals forget oready uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after dat go jalan2 at town. Played pool at lucky plaza...den go eat at taman ros..after dat went home ah. Wokay dats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111427085479674478?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111427085479674478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111427085479674478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111427085479674478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111427085479674478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-soker-match-like-cricket.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111371212410079827</id><published>2005-04-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:06:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yesterday went out wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bitesize&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Went to watch movie wif her at ps. We watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eye 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hmmm...bt sadly, the movie nt dat great ah...i mean...its more to a funny movie den a scary one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I dunno y its called the eye since its not connected to the previous THE EYE &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MOVIES" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But den, of course there are the scary parts of the movie ah. Actually there's more of the 'shocked' type of scary den 'scary' scary ah. Haha understand? Nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;After watching the movie we went makan at far east. Yearp, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;walked &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;all the way from ps to far east. Hahai. I dunno the way. Bitesize brought me all the way there. Im fuckin bad at walking at town. I mean..i dunno the directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bitesize saw so mani frens in town. I thnk yesterday we saw abt 7 of her frens also walking at twn. Hmm...the food was nice. We both ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANTAN MEE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dap! But i cldnt finish evrything ah. I mean...she gave all her wantans and veggies to me. hahai. After dat went to this shopping centre...i dunno wats the name...got quicksilver shop n rip curl shop. Im searching for new pair of flip-flops ah. It was raining so we ran in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;After dat..errm...go borders i think. I cant remember! We went to so mani places. Oh ya, b4 dat when to topman shop and levi's shop...i wanna buy new white tee....bt den in the end nvr buy coz i decide to save $$$. Dowan to spent so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Den rilek at mcd...damn tired ah jalan2 so much. We went hm at abt 9++ liddat ah..after bitesize collect her housekey from her sis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had another great day wif my cuzzie cum sister. She's super cool. Can't imagine my holidays bein w/o her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111371212410079827?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111371212410079827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111371212410079827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111371212410079827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111371212410079827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-went-out-wif-bitesize-went.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111349697888175616</id><published>2005-04-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:44:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...today brought back a guitar home. My first guitar..yeah! haha...actually not my guitar ah...my cuzin's wan. I nd the guitar coz im goin for the 'guitar for beginners' course in sp...n they don't provide the guitars. So...my cuzy lend it to me ah...so sweet..hahai. den jznw went to her house ah...play2 wif her com...play2 wif baby dyrah....she damn cute ah! We wear my specs on her oni she start laughin excitedly...all her hands and legs moving..haha! When we removed the specs oni she keep quiet. haha. Errmm..den went home with the guitar like ard 8 liddat ah. Rozey n bitesize teman me to ys mrt den i go hm by meself ah. At first tot i can die carrying the guitar w/o the cover in the mrt. i even imagined if there's sum lil kid sitting beside me he'll nottily strum my guitar. hahai. bt no such thing happen ah. K ah, dats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111349697888175616?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111349697888175616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111349697888175616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111349697888175616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111349697888175616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111337167175799931</id><published>2005-04-13T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:54:31.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YEAY! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exams over&lt;/span&gt;..weeweeet! hahai. Errm...so far okok ah all the exams...errm..aman did a review of every paper in his blog...so...i oso try to do like him ah..hahai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;errm...this one orite ah. can say the easiest from the four exams ah. errr...think can get A ah...think oni ah....dats all ah.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E-TECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hahai..this wan quite difficult ah....compared to the past yr papers this is difficult ah...the last qn very confusing. They gave a complicated circuit and assk us to solve it...i juz do watever i noe ah...hope can get B for this ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wish me luck ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C.PROG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This paper also diff uh compared to past yr papers. Damn! Tot its gonna be easy but den diff. I oso never study so much for this paper coz im studying engineering materials instead :the last paper. So..this wan dunno cn get wad grade uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENG MATL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muahaha...all the hype before the exams is about this paper uh. Blardy difficult ah the topic. Muz memorise so many2. I mean, even if it is open book oso quite difficult coz sum answers are hidden in paragraphs which we might miss reading. Even the graphs all dat muz memorise. And, i think got about 30 different metals we must know...wat he alloys are made from....their uses...their properties...woah crazy uh. But...the paper actually not as difficult as i expected ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YEAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muahaha! I mean...if we study its ez ah. I think can pass ah for this paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no need to repeat module..haha. hope so ah. Wish me luck ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;K uh...i juz came back from lot 1 jznw. Went to eat at LJS there...go jalan2...go library(imran want to see girls, but den most schools haven't finish yet..muahaha)...go seiyu see jeans...den go home ah. K uh, dats all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111337167175799931?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111337167175799931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111337167175799931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111337167175799931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111337167175799931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeay-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111163145632077979</id><published>2005-03-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:33:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello ppl...long tyme sia never blog...long tyme never go msn oso..haha. Malas siol. Been watching &lt;a href="http://http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MOVIES" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; wif my kuzin sally recently...all my mudder blanja...eheh! N dyrah is gettin cuter n cuter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/dyrah10.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/dyrah13.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;exams are less than 2 wks away....i wanna study but juz can't get myself to read anything...play game oni at home... hmm...den juz got to know dat the cut-off points for almost all courses in SP have been lowered...eg, the cut-off pt for biomedical science is 9!! giler siol. Hmmm....sally wanted to appeal for dat course at first...but she can't enter coz the cut-off pt have been lowered so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;den yesterday nite got this stupid cicak in my toilet..big sia. EEE geli!!! hahaha. I never dared to touch a cicak b4...so all i could do was to spray water at the cicak till it goes down the small lobang of the toilet drain. Den after dat my whole toilet basah kuyop. Haha, hw i wish i cld be like my kuzy...she very brave wan...dared to hold a frog in her hands..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;K ah dats all....later 1 o'clock i got klass...got workshop, which i think we only need to assemble and polish up our workpiece n ater dat can go home oready...yeay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh, n i forget to mention...i've been close wif my kuzy again...n she's like my very own sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111163145632077979?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111163145632077979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111163145632077979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111163145632077979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111163145632077979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111036857770822553</id><published>2005-03-09T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T03:42:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/da_vinci_code_ie_tn_on.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book by Dan Brown very the interesting wan...u all try uh...its about the secrets of the 'priory of Sion'...a secret society whose members include Isaac Newton, Da Vinci, Hugo, and many more. Try jangan tak try.....wakwakwak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111036857770822553?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111036857770822553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111036857770822553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111036857770822553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111036857770822553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-book-by-dan-brown-very.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-111024368620641562</id><published>2005-03-07T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:01:26.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man tell MP: My son a drug addict,&lt;br /&gt;                         my daughter a prostitute,&lt;br /&gt;                        my wife a  gambler. &lt;br /&gt;MP:                Isn't there anything positive in your family? &lt;br /&gt;Man:              Yes, I am HIV positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-111024368620641562?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/111024368620641562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=111024368620641562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111024368620641562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/111024368620641562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-tell-mp-my-son-drug-addict-my_07.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110968088228522465</id><published>2005-03-01T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:42:23.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/tall.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wahwahwah....woa same height sia. (Aleph ngah jenjet...sebabtu uh...wahwahwah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110968088228522465?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110968088228522465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110968088228522465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110968088228522465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110968088228522465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/03/wahwahwah.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110900209453203049</id><published>2005-02-21T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T08:08:14.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmm...todae in the afternoon got street soker competition...so after my last lesson den my team go to the street soker court uh...our match start at 6.30. Baik uh..our team 'bapak kiter hensum' win 5-2 ....all thanks to afzaldinho...he scored all five...fuyoh. i play second halve oni...no need to do anything. i only touched the ball twice. Everything we let afzal take the ball wif him and try to shoot... good sia dat boy. K uh dats all uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110900209453203049?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110900209453203049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110900209453203049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110900209453203049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110900209453203049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm_21.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110840325047234910</id><published>2005-02-14T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:51:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="796" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/theboy.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wakwakwak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hmm...today valentine's day....got no gerl....so juz stay at home to make my new template uh....wakwakwak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110840325047234910?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110840325047234910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110840325047234910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110840325047234910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110840325047234910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/02/wakwakwak-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110775879881470707</id><published>2005-02-06T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:46:38.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/nerdyrah.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY DYRAH!!  CUTE SIOL! MUAH MUAH MUAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110775879881470707?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110775879881470707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110775879881470707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110775879881470707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110775879881470707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/02/nerdy-dyrah-cute-siol-muah-muah-muah.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110762697414376622</id><published>2005-02-05T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T10:13:12.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hmm...yesterdae after eng materials klaz go queensway find dat baller id band..wahaha...sold out so fast sia...the new stocks juz came on dat day and at noon...almost all finished already. Lucky got one shop left 4 packet...so we take all uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;den after my chinese class my kuzy sally blanja me thosai at little india...err..i think the shop name is kamala vidas...or kamalas vilas...or...haha nemine. Gd uh the thosai...got dat chilli powder...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;den after dat me n sally went to ps...nothing to do..wahaha...juz tawaf the whole shopping centre lor. We see2 mp3s...the lego shop...the baby shop(clothes fer dyrah!)..den the yamaha music shop...where i got to play the piano....play 'marry had a little lamb'..wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;den go home uh...reach home at ard 9 liddat...'my lucky charm' start oready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;den today got vounttering werk for the open house uh...i becum D.J!! wah cool huh...wahaha. But no cds to b played uh....juz on power 98...simple job uh...juz sit there n make sure music is playing...den at tymes i damn boring i go on the speaker and sing togeher wif the song played on the radio. Cedric joined me too..wahaha. den everybody stare at us..wahaha. siow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;after dat go see TAUFIK! wahaha. yeah he came to singapore poly...i brought sheila in there den we seat at the staircase in the convention hall....the hall damn big but its damn full too...basically he juz tok wif us uh...bout his past in sp all dat..he got sing oso but oni two incomplete songs...without music sumore..haish. den the girls behind me kept screaming their lungs out like as if they juz saw Affie batisah liddat...padahal baru Taufik..wahaha jz kiddin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hmm..after all dat finally i went bugis with sally(i kept askin her wanna go where den she kept saying "ntah") Hmm..den after go bugis go home ah...wokay sekian terima kasih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110762697414376622?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110762697414376622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110762697414376622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110762697414376622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110762697414376622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110727574313924876</id><published>2005-02-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T08:35:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm....i wanna change my skin sia...but damn lazy sia. hahai, actually long tyme ago oready i want to change...already edit sum parts of it...but den lazy to continue..hahai pathetic tol. K uh aleph, tyme holidaes konfirm aku tuka template aku...wahahaha. K go! K jalan! And...one last thing...hope "Bapak Kite Hensum" can win the competition! wahahah! Hope the final match will be "Bapak Kite Hensum" versus "Nenek Kau Negro"....wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those confused, its the names of our street soccer teams...wahahai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110727574313924876?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110727574313924876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110727574313924876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110727574313924876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110727574313924876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110706231839888125</id><published>2005-01-30T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:18:38.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wahaha...i noe my father's secret! He slept in da hammock till he was 6 YEARS OLD!! Wahahaha....way to go dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hopes he doesnt read this...wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110706231839888125?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110706231839888125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110706231839888125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110706231839888125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110706231839888125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/01/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110692796778731633</id><published>2005-01-29T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:00:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hmm...today in the morning got a real shock sia. At ard 9.30 liddat when im havin crs class suddenly check my hp got 1 miss kol...from my mom. Then after dat she messaged me, asking me whether i have turned off the fire in the kitchen. So after the class i called her uh...ask her wad telah happen. She say dat in the morning juz nw she go boil sum eggs for breakfast...den leave the fire unattended and go take a bath...but she forgot to turn the fire off. She prepared herself to go to work and straightaway went out of the house. She told me she juz rushed back home when she remembered she had left the fire unattended. She sounds so damn worried. However, she told me dat when she got back home she saw no signs dat our house was on fire...and surprise2...the fire was somehow turned off. The water in the 'kuali' still hot, and the eggs boiled. I was not the one to turn it off though...and i was the last person to leave the house. I dun remember hearing or seeing eggs boiling in da kitchen. Dunno uh...maybe it was because my mom soo forgetful dat she couldn't even remeber dat she had turn off the fire. But till now she still say she could not remember turning the fire off. Den who sia saved our house from being on fire? Jeng jeng jeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110692796778731633?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110692796778731633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110692796778731633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110692796778731633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110692796778731633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110546135882625259</id><published>2005-01-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T08:35:58.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice.The father replies: "My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy."The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds.He remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic.He asks the girl: "Do you like spinach?" She says "No," and the silence returns.After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list. He asks, "Do you have a brother?" Again, the girl says "No" and there is silence once again.The boy then plays his last card. He thinks of his father's advice and asks the girl the following question: "If you had a brother, would he like spinach?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110546135882625259?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110546135882625259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110546135882625259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110546135882625259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110546135882625259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2005/01/boy-is-about-to-go-on-his-first-date.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110450849653883280</id><published>2004-12-31T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T07:54:56.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is the last posting i'll post dis yr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;todae after skool went for usual fridae prayers at darussalam...den after we have nothing to do so i jokingly suggested dat we go to changi airport to have a walk...guess wad...got 3 ppl agree wif me! hahai, so me, aleph, qaientai, n syahmito went to take mrt from clementi to changi arport...hahai..crazy sia...nothing better to do...sumore we were all drenched with rain sia..the rain damn heavy after we had uur prayers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the mrt we sit at the 'bontot'...at the corner seat there...n cracked damn many lame jokes..hahai..even the 'knock2.....who's there' joke oso come out..hahai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So when we reached changi airport, we were so 'jakun' sia..yalah, all 4 of us went there by mrt for the first tyme! hahai. Fucking jakun...we went 'wooaa' at every part of the place...hahai..we were even amazed by the escalator that led us to terminal 2....coz its like 3-storeys-high..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hmm..actually we planned to go there to eat 'burger king'..but got sum boi need to withdraw $$$ from atm ah...dat boi is aleph ah...we search the whole terminal 2 got no atm machine...so we took sky train to go terminal 1 to fing an atm machine ah...woohoohoo..yeay..we got to take the 'skytrain'..hahai. first tyme i took the sky train ya noe...damn fast sia the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmm...at last we got to eat at burger king. There is where the most disgusting part of 'our journey to the airport' starts...u all noe rite..at burger king got the blue colour water where u have to pour the 'powder' inside our sprite drinks to make the kaler turn blue rite...hmm...qai dowan his sachet of powder..so i put 2 sachets into my drink! hahai..damn freaking sour sia! den when i drank at the bottom part even more sour...and bitter too!...and then after dat we play 'who dares win'...qai put chilli sauce into the drink and shake shake! uuurrgh..the water turn to green kaler sia! hahai...we passed the drink ard and challenged each other to drink it...den qai volunteer to drink it first...hahai...he juz took a sip and his face change sia..haha...he said it tastes disgusting..so after dat i volunteer ah..haha...i took two large sips! stupid of me! eewww! uwek! wanna puke sia...it taste like 'shit'! i really mean 'shit'!...rase tengek dok!eee...so i spat it out into my own cup. Than after da qai go and put the bbq sauce into it also...hhahai..den aleph put tissue inside...then i pour the 'spit' dat i juz spat into my own cup into dat cup also..hahai...den we gonchang2...eeeww..nobody dared to drink it dis tyme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/eeww.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;after dat we went to see the 'viewing' centre...got so many couples cuddled up there and 'motek'! we faser went away from dat place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;went going home tyme...in the mrt at changi airport station..we played with the poles inside the mrt..hahai..we swing around the poles like small little kids...even when ppl start boarding the train, we still kept playin..hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmm...dats a happy ending for 2004 for me...wooo..as im typing dis..its juz 15 mins to go b4 2005! wokay...au revoir readers. And hapi new yr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110450849653883280?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110450849653883280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110450849653883280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110450849653883280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110450849653883280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-last-posting-ill-post-dis-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110433356793329038</id><published>2004-12-29T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T07:19:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last saturday went to town in the evening to catch the christmas lights at nite wif my family n relatives...woa..damn crowded sia...hmm..den ard 8.30 liddat we decided to go to city hall to see the merlion spitting..hehe..i lost my coin inside the river sia...wanna show my little kuzin a magic trick...den my ten-cent coin accidentally flew out of my hand n drop into the singapore river...hahai...so?...ten-cent oni oso want to kecoh..kk...now lets move on to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;today skool finish at 11 sumthin..supposed to finish 12.00 ..so i hang ard wif my frens for a while while watin for my cca to start at 3 ....hmm..went jurong point...and when we alighted from b.l mrt oni then saw this violent nyonya wearing a censored shirt...wif the word "fuck terrorists" besar nak mampos kat blakang baju die..hahai..den aleph went to sneak behing her to take photo of her shirt..den i also follow up..hehe...here's the pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/aaa.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;fuyoh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110433356793329038?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110433356793329038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110433356793329038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110433356793329038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110433356793329038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-saturday-went-to-town-in-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110379101550526743</id><published>2004-12-23T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:36:55.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woa..long tyme sia never update....like more than 1 week already. Hmm...kk...things are very2 fine...skewl gettin more n more gerek...wif dee n jep joining our gang now...wahwahwah. Everydae during break we will play takraw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fridae went to chalet at pasir ris wif my mama's side of relatives...had 3 memorable daes there...although couldn't get enuf slp...hmm...on the second dae sian sia...tot of goin 4 cycling...but the bicycle kiosk very far away ah....its like walking from 1 end to the other of the whole pasir ris park...hmmph..when we finally got there it started to rain..so no cycling 4 us ah..haish haish. But nemine uh...at least in the morning got to swim at the swimming pool...my unvle thought me how to dive; like swim under the water liddat uh...wiif ur chest touching the floor ...hmm..then the next dae go home tyme...very early sia must go home..ard 9+ in the morning liddat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..then this weeknothing much to sae ah...school as per normal...play takraw during lunch breaks as per normal...bully dee as per normal...hahai. Woa..jz nw she sae she want to 'rogol' me sia..wahahai...so i say if she 'rogol' me i 'rogol' her back uh..hahai. She very the strong seh...can carry me like a baby liddat ya noe..hahai...n when we pinched her arm she like got no feeling liddat...damn thick sia her foreskin..eh no, i mean skin..hehe. KK...dats all i wanna type...sondloo..au revoir, affie singh, ching ko pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110379101550526743?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110379101550526743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110379101550526743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110379101550526743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110379101550526743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/woa.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110302165108104241</id><published>2004-12-14T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T07:26:23.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hmmm..today uh...went skool wif dee n aleph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first lesson 10-10.30...the teacher realease 1.5 hrs early...woohoohoo. Our next lesson is at 2 sia...so got 4.5 hrs break...woohoohoo. Then dee also same...gt 4 hrs break ...so she join us uh...she no fren uh...hehe...go new klass. Then we go sporsts hall play takraw....dee oso play..wahaha. Woa...u shld see her play sia...power ranger. She played better then us boys sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;then after dat we all try jumping from the second floor of the hall to the first floor...of course got mattres lah...woa..scary sia...reminds me of the girl who commit sucide at sp...but dat one from 4th floor..this is second floor...but still high ya noe...hahai. I clang on to the railing for half an hour before i ump..wahwahwah...not dat i nervous uh...juz wannaer waste my frens tyme uh..hahai..cam tol jer. Den after I jump dee blanja me drink..yeay..maceh..hmm...after dat got lesson uh...2-5....den go home...ok dats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110302165108104241?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110302165108104241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110302165108104241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110302165108104241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110302165108104241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110262164582830963</id><published>2004-12-09T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:48:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A blonde gets on an airplane and sits down in the first class section of the plane. The stewardess rushes over to her and tells her she must move to coach because she doesn't have a first class ticket. The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job, and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica."The disgusted stewardess gets the head stewardess who asks the blonde to leave. The blonde yet again repeats "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica." The head stewardesses doesn't even know what to do at this point because they still have to get the rest of the passengers seated to take off; the blode is causing a problem with boarding now, so the stewardess gets the copilot.The copilot goes up to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She immediately gets up and goes to her seat in the coach section. The head stewardess asks the copilot in amazement what he said to get her to move to her correct seat. The copilot replies, "I told her the front half of the airplane wasn't going to Jamaica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110262164582830963?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110262164582830963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110262164582830963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110262164582830963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110262164582830963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/blonde-gets-on-airplane-and-sits-down.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110262122753620005</id><published>2004-12-09T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:40:27.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's in the bag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A redhead, a brunette, and a blonde rob&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; a supermarket. As they were stealing, a police officer walked in the store and saw what was happening. He dashed toward them, but they were able to get away into the back of the store. There they found three sacks to hide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the police officer checked there, he examined each sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the first bag, and the redhead says "meow" in a high voice.&lt;br /&gt;The cop determines that it must only be a cat in that bag, and he moves on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he kicks the second bag, the brunette says "woof" in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;The officer determines that it must only be a dog in that bag, so he moves on to the last bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicks the third bag, and the blonde shouts "potato" to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110262122753620005?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110262122753620005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110262122753620005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110262122753620005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110262122753620005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/whats-in-bag-redhead-brunette-and.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110244211108727203</id><published>2004-12-07T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T09:55:11.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazy to update sia...hmm..kk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae went out wif my mom...gp paragon to buy dat quicksilver slippers n belt...&lt;br /&gt;den after dat go bugis buy the frshbox tee..&lt;br /&gt;den after dat went home to complete my coca cola jigsaw puxxle..wahahai..susa giler dok...duer hari aku bikin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jznw went to 'fila's blog...wow! damn cool sia! got dat phlogger thingy sumore...its a thing where u can send messages to ur blog thru sms!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110244211108727203?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110244211108727203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110244211108727203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110244211108727203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110244211108727203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/lazy-to-update-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110224655439778772</id><published>2004-12-05T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T07:46:30.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterdae go my kuzin, rihan's house for his kenduri sunat....sunat means to cut off the tip of boy's 'hotdog' uh...wakwakwak. Easy to sae, circumsize uh..wakwakwak. We used to threaten to sunat him if he gets noti...but nw he sunat oready, must use other tactics uh..wakwakwak. Funny sia...i reached his home oni den his small2 sister syasyah brought a tiny container to me n laugh2....i tot wat sia...when i se inside the container...i saw rihan's FORESKIN...wakwakwak! foreskin is the extra skin of boy's hotdog uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den todae go play soccer wif the SP lads n sum bukit view boys uh....we play 11 versus 11 at sp's multi purpose field...at first tot wanna play at redhill...but the field over there under 'renovation' uh. Dunno sia field oso can renovate. We versus a team made up of SP students oso...but dat team is from other school uh...design skool i think. Err...bout the match...hehe...we lost 4-8 ! wakwakwak! first half we lost 6-1 i think...but den second half we win...3-2. A lot of funny moments in the match uh...qairah's own goal,...zuhri's grounder clearance...and syahmi's 'lorry driver' antics when he wants to clear the ball!!!haha!!I play cannot tahan seh...freaking hot uh the sun....play 10 mins oni tayar pancit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den after play soker we go eat at KFC at jurong entertainment....den go the ice-skating place upstairs...after dat sum of us went home first....den we wanna go jammin...but close uh the shop...so i wan to go home oready uh....den when we reach j.east mrt oready VanRahman 'tarik' me to follow him, aleph and haikal go queensway. So I follow dem uh...if not they cry ah...wakwakwak. Hmm...da rounding2 kat queensway at last go home at abt 4+ ...damn tired sia....N my foot hurts like hell after playing soker :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110224655439778772?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110224655439778772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110224655439778772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110224655439778772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110224655439778772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesterdae-go-my-kuzin-rihans-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110206993401221390</id><published>2004-12-03T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:32:14.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt; Yesterdae gerek sia! Gt raya outing wif muai prim skewl mates.Yah, true faz..one of the best raya outings i had oso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;at first went to mit haer at cck den mit the rest at clementi mrt. Wah, damn alot sia! Altogether gt 23 ppl.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wahwahwah...couldn't believe i could talk so easily wit them like last tyme...after 4 yrs never see them...juz cant stop joking wit each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the main attraction is of course dat sona boi and annuar zain..wahwahwah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yah,..i mean both sabby's n fazzy's blog oso gt write bout dem...sona's hair steyle sak...yellow kaler. Then Wan's hair oso very long oready...jz like annuar zain's..haha. Gt one tyme we teased him "eh, kakak kau amacam?" ...then wan said "aku maner ader kakak siak!" ....den we say "Ziana Zain lah dok!" wahwahwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we went to 10 houses....but oni 2 houses eat..hehe...hungry sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but can understand la...so many ppl!  diff to cook uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n...yes faz....im goin to tease u in my blog too! Woa..faZzy soo popular wit the guys seh! All the guys pounced on the chance to take photos of her during photo-taking sessions..! Wahwahwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hmmm...the oni dwnside of the outing iz dat..3/4 of the bois smoke! Even the nerdy ones...like syafiee and khairul..omg! Bt nemine, frens r frens ritez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;there's nothing i can do bout it actually...actions comes from the heart...they feel its okay to smoke...for me its not ok...i can't! i got asthma history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterdae's outing was too good to be forgotten. Hopes next yr there will b more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And yeah! At last can put this song by Slank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110206993401221390?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110206993401221390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110206993401221390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110206993401221390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110206993401221390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/yeah-yesterdae-gerek-sia-gt-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110192506949658090</id><published>2004-12-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:17:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah...today brought back baby nadyrah to our house sia! wahaha. gerek dokz. at first i thought her mom was oni joking when she say she allow me to take her baby home...bt in the end she really give her to us sia..wahaha...best nyer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, nadyrah cried so loud sia. kecian dier..nangis sampei takder suare...&lt;br /&gt;but at last biler kiter main2 ngan dier die senyum..haha...cute sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....tot the result of singapore idol was obvious...taufik sure win uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoto goin out wif prim skewl fwens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...den yesterdae went out wif jjc fwens.....abbas,haiz,faliq(cum my house 2 tymes),mirza, sharleyna, fiza n nazerah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home wif hariz...live near me wat. reach home about 12 liddat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk....gotta tell the ptps peeps where n wat tyme to mit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110192506949658090?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110192506949658090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110192506949658090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110192506949658090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110192506949658090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/12/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110169652766826569</id><published>2004-11-29T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T18:48:47.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed. "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"What's the problem?" the docotor inquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing all around you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Did my advice not work?" asked the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"So, what's your problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "I don't have a problem," the man replied. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My wife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110169652766826569?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110169652766826569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110169652766826569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110169652766826569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110169652766826569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/man-walked-into-therapists-office.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110153843014994468</id><published>2004-11-27T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:56:03.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah..its been sum tyme sia since i last updated...hmm...on thurs went out raya wif sec skewl frens...den on wed go play c.s and pool at bukit timah wif sec skewl frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den next thurs wanna go out wif prim skewl frens...den next tues wanna go out wif jjc frens...den next mondae syahmi ask mi go out oso but dunno for wad...he gave me a testimonial 'eh, mon ikot ah' ....tapi nak ikot pi ane ?!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk...here's the lyric of the song ur listening to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Recently I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hopelessly reachin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Out for this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Who's out of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She's got a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He drives her round the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause he's 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He's in the marines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He'd kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For so many nights now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I find myself thinkin about her now ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But how can I win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She keeps draggin me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I know I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gotta escape now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Get on a plane nowYeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Off to LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And that's where i'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Put her behind me (Put her behind me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And go to a place where she can't find me ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm wastin my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cause she'll never be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I know I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She's out of my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I never know where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cause I'm not good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Good enough for her x6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm wastin my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause she'll never be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I know Inever will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But how can I win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She keeps draggin me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I know I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm wastin my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cause she'll ne-ver be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I know I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeah...im not good enuf for anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110153843014994468?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110153843014994468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110153843014994468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110153843014994468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110153843014994468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110114726038682590</id><published>2004-11-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:56:18.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today go jalan raye to my dad's side nyer relatives...semue dapat gi ah...except yg pat admiralty tu...hmm...the last house we went today is at punggol21...kiwek, lawa sak tempat..fuhyo! All the houses there like condos sia...wif all the fantastic environment...wish we could move house over there...hmm..if not, den I must bring my future wife to live together over there ah...wakaka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kk, aku da ngantok...buat ni kol 2 pagi siul...tadi pagi dalah buih kawan...ingat nak gi yg audition for the top 20 teams tu...tapi bangun la&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;t...kekeke...rabak fie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110114726038682590?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110114726038682590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110114726038682590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110114726038682590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110114726038682590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-go-jalan-raye-to-my-dads-side.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110109402397535394</id><published>2004-11-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:56:42.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe was not a very romantic person, and&lt;br /&gt;furthermore he was rather stupid. But he wanted&lt;br /&gt;to impress his wife, so he took her out for an&lt;br /&gt;anniversary dinner and watched the couples&lt;br /&gt;around them, following their leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He observed the couple next to him. The man&lt;br /&gt;lifted a sugar shaker towards his wife's cup and&lt;br /&gt;said, "Sugar, sugar?" Joe thought this was great&lt;br /&gt;and continued to listen around the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;Another table over Joe observed the following. A&lt;br /&gt;man spooned out some honey out of a bowl for&lt;br /&gt;his wife and asked, "Honey, honey?"&lt;br /&gt;Again Joe thought this was good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he cut off a piece of his meat, stared&lt;br /&gt;longingly into his young wife's eyes and&lt;br /&gt;said, "Ham, pig?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110109402397535394?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110109402397535394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110109402397535394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110109402397535394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110109402397535394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/joe-was-not-very-romantic-person-and.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110104817401621426</id><published>2004-11-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:56:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, at last have sum jokes to post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Supposedly, these are actual advertisements that have appeared in papers across the country.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Have several very old dresses from grandmother in beautiful condition.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tired of cleaning yourself? Let me do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vacation Special: have your home exterminated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you think you've seen everything in Paris, visit the Pere Lachasis Cemetery. It boasts such immortals as Moliere, Jean de la Fontain, and Chopin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mt. Kilimanjaro, the breathtaking backdrop for the Serena Lodge. Swim in the lovely pool while you drink it all in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The hotel has bowling alleys, tennis courts, comfortable &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;s, and other athletic facilities&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A superb and inexpensive restaurant. Fine food expertly served by waitresses in appetizing forms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For sale: an antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Four-poster &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;, 101 years old. Perfect for antique lover. Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to take home too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wanted: 50 girls for stripping machine operators in factory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wanted: Unmarried girls to pick fresh fruit and produce at night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates. Automatically burns toast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sheer stockings. Designed for fancy dress, but so serviceable that lots of women wear nothing else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man, honest. Will take anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Man wanted to work in dynamite factory. Must be willing to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Travel" target="_blank"&gt;travel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UsedCars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated? Come here first!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Modular Sofas. Only $299. For rest or fore play.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wanted. Man to take care of cow that does not smoke or drink.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auto Repair Service. Free pick-up and delivery. Try us once, you'll never go anywhere again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Illiterate? Write today for free help.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wanted. Widower with school-age children requires person to assume general housekeeping duties. Must be capable of contributing to growth of family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for efficient beating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Semi-Annual after-Christmas Sale. And now, the Superstore--unequaled in size, unmatched in variety, unrivaled inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We will oil your sewing machine and adjust tension in your home for $1.00.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110104817401621426?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110104817401621426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110104817401621426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110104817401621426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110104817401621426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeah-at-last-have-sum-jokes-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110104550780833018</id><published>2004-11-21T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:57:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday I came back late uh...so never publish post...yesterday went out raya wif my mom's side...go all my mom's aunts n uncles house...my nenek nye adek bradek house la...den when goin to the third house...take mrt den met zuhri. Shock me sia..i went inside the train only den suddenly got sum1 standing by the doowr pull my shirt...i go see hu izzit ah..skali zuhri...haha...all my relatives shock sia to see hw tall he is...i mean...to them i m tall oready!! mwahahaha. Coz my relatives all very short ah...its all in the genes man! N im affected :( haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Den my kkuzin tease me.."eh, ingatkan abang amin tinggi!' ..haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;den today never went out...coz alot of ppl wanna cum my house ah...boring sia never go out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110104550780833018?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110104550780833018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110104550780833018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110104550780833018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110104550780833018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-i-came-back-late-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110088739768346812</id><published>2004-11-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:13:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today went 'jalan2' raya wif all my S.P fwens. Met at mesjid Al-mukminin. Den from there start our visitings...altogether, we form a grp of 11 ppl laughing madly at every house we went, haha. Gosh, jz yesterday laugh like mad oready playing soker, den today still continue laughing throughout the day. We cracked lot of stupid jokes and laughed at the slightest of things. Faliq's our main joker, haha. I wonder wat will happen if sumday Faliq n 'Wak Kang' gt to noe each other...haha...konferm kite ketawe sampai tak ingat dunia nye. All the way we kept saying 'eh, kau tk tau?' ...' aku pon tak tau!' ..'wahahaha' ..haha....fug sia...in the LRT also say it aloud like the LRT is ours liddat. Then I remember when we all go Syahmi's house...den he went nto his room and never came out for quite a while...n i ask Faliq 'eh, syahmi maner?' den Faliq say ' Oh, die balik rumah dulu ah' ..wahaha...den when wanna go my house Faliq ask mi to kol my mom, see if she sounds angry ornot bcoz its oready late at nite....so if she sounds angry den we no need to go imran's house first ah, coz late oready wat...yah, den when i wanna kol my mother, he say "Eh, kalau mak kau maki2 kepe bilang tau....nanti aku makikan die balik!' ..wahaha..bast3rd nye budak....then at my house, Faliq accidentally sent me an sms dat was suppose to be sent to his gf...wahaha...maybe he's too sleepy or wad ah....cannot stop laughing sia when i received the sms from him saying 'sayang, i danak balik ni. skarang pat yew tee. last house' wahaha...... waah, if i wanna type all the jokes we cracked den damn long sia...so dats all i type ah.......huaaargghmmppphh(yawn) ..kk...gotta sleep nw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110088739768346812?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110088739768346812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110088739768346812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110088739768346812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110088739768346812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/haha_19.html' title='haha'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110079819417562835</id><published>2004-11-18T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:03:54.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi b.dae mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Todae my mama's b.dae...din buy her present sia...nvm ah..next tyme ah. Last yr I buy her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;selendang i think...hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jznw play soker wit the 'westside warriors' boys...haha...funny sia they all...den syahmi kena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bullied by 'wak kang' all dat..wahaha. Wah, din expect most of them to dye their hair oso sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm...we played from 4.30 liddat till 9.00 ! Wahaha...damn tired sia. Wah, VanRahman pro&lt;/span&gt; sia play soker...wif all his 'pusing2' all dat...pening kepale aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110079819417562835?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110079819417562835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110079819417562835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110079819417562835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110079819417562835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/hapi-bdae-mama.html' title='hapi b.dae mama'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110075396818493386</id><published>2004-11-17T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:00:12.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ate raya kuihz 4 breakfast todae...den nw waiting for 4 o'clock to cum..wan to play soccer wif aman's soker team n sp frens...did nothing in the morning...jz watch tv...and go to other's blog......eh, yah, yesterday nite the crescent moon quite big uh...haha...realised dat after reading fazzy's blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110075396818493386?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110075396818493386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110075396818493386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110075396818493386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110075396818493386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/haish.html' title='haish'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110068743762715207</id><published>2004-11-17T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:07:44.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>Today and yeterday borin sia....stayed at home all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;den yesterday nite dad tot mi sumthink interesting...sumtin bout the islamic religion...&lt;br /&gt;he say there's many things dat we muslims have not yet found out....like the reason y we shld pray the way we shld...u noe..all the 'sujud', 'ruku' all dat gt a reason n meaning behind it...n he told me all the meanings n i was quite amazed at hw it all made sense...he also told bout y at first we were supposed to pray 6666 tymes per day (did i get the no. correct?) ..n it made sense too...there's loads more he told me...n most of them r wat i had tot n wondered of..n it all made sense...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hmm..den today evening Wan came to my house fer raya...the riduan hu's my prim school best fren....he so diff sia...wif his long hair all dat...haha...hope i can make it to his house dis raya as promised...but...its at bedok sia..haish...me lazy bum ar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110068743762715207?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110068743762715207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110068743762715207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110068743762715207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110068743762715207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110059020761455219</id><published>2004-11-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:30:07.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sharla....I jz can't stop taking pics of baby dyrah...haha...geram!!! I pinched her all over untill her skin red-red ... and untill her mom scoldeed me..haha..i jz love babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/dyrah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/dyrah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;went to 4 houses today...ate alot sia...can't help it...all the raya dishes too nice to 'tolak tepi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmm...I wonder if I'll never see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110059020761455219?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110059020761455219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110059020761455219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110059020761455219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110059020761455219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110040815126994111</id><published>2004-11-14T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:56:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeay</title><content type='html'>yeay..jz nw nadyrah came to my house..yeay....damn cute sia...jz look at her...awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/cutesak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/cutie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110040815126994111?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110040815126994111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110040815126994111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110040815126994111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110040815126994111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeay.html' title='yeay'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110035782457674829</id><published>2004-11-13T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T11:14:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeay...1 hr more to go b4 raya!!! Hmm...2 dae quite bz dae...although wake up at 2 o'clock..hahakz. First, go yishun alone to mit rosma to give the keropokz 4 cik noi...den go IMM cut hair at qb house..den go buy the cushion filling...and finally went home... quite borin ah go out all alone...bt wad to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hmm...after breaking fast...heard the takbir raya....woa..sad sey...like wan to cry liddat..haha..wat happenin to u affie...listen to takbir oso like wan to cry...haish...guess I can't get rid of this 'feminin' side of me huh...hmmm...n when i'm listening to the takbir...i tried to recall the atmosphere of last year's raya eve...still remember sia...dat tyme watching holland V while listening to takbir at the same tyme...n also filled wit dA emotions thinking bout i-noe-hu-u-dunno-hu... hmm...one yr passed oready...n i have to sae dis yr has been betta den last yr...coz dis yr i have no problems wat so eva...not so stress...n enjoying myself wit poly life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;kk...affie here wanna wish all u muslims readin dis 'selamat hari raya'.. ChEeRs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110035782457674829?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110035782457674829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110035782457674829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110035782457674829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110035782457674829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/hari-raye.html' title='hari raye'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110019589720597489</id><published>2004-11-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:58:17.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HaIz, SpRiNg ClEaNiNg StArT OrEaDy...HaRi RaYa KuMiN wAd...HmMmM..bT i OnLy HeLp To VacUuM tHe HoUsE...aFtEr Dat PlAyGaMe TilL bReAk FaSt...HaHa...PeMaLaS nYe BuDaK! kEcIaN tAu PaReNtZ ...tHeY dO aLl ThE 'kEmAs'Ing...NeMiNd Ah..StIlL gT 2 dAeS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dEn At NiTe Go FwEnStEr A wHiLe To GiVe SuMoNe A 'SeLaMaT hArI RaYa' TeStI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110019589720597489?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110019589720597489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110019589720597489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110019589720597489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110019589720597489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110010638293126470</id><published>2004-11-10T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:00:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What is intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;Two men were digging a ditch on a very hot day. One said to the other, "Why are we down in this hole digging a ditch when our boss is standing up there in the shade of a tree?" "I don't know," responded the other. "I'll ask him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he clim&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; out of the hole and went to his boss. "Why are we digging in the hot sun and you're standing in the shade?" "Intelligence," the boss said. "What do you mean, ?intelligence'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said, "Well, I'll show you. I'll put my hand on this tree and I want you to hit it with your fist as hard as you can." The ditch digger took a mighty swing and tried to hit the boss' hand. The boss removed his hand and the ditch digger hit the tree. The boss said, "That's intelligence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ditch digger went back to his hole. His friend asked, "What did he say?" "He said we are down here because of intelligence." "What's intelligence?" said the friend. The ditch digger put his hand on his face and said, "Take your shovel and hit my hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110010638293126470?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110010638293126470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110010638293126470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110010638293126470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110010638293126470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110010577799042389</id><published>2004-11-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:59:20.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat bilik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;today i paint ma room. Baik ah..at last my room's colour change...tired wif the old colour...its green with sum yellow paint ...the yellow paint use sponge ...boring colour ah...nw change to grey...haha....boring oso ah...bt at least gt change. I wan &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;..haha...bt my parentz dun let...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/affie07.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110010577799042389?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110010577799042389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110010577799042389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110010577799042389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110010577799042389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/cat-bilik.html' title='cat bilik'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110002554745089775</id><published>2004-11-09T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:39:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do</title><content type='html'>boring sia...nothing to do...so here's sum fun pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/hiak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/hahaha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110002554745089775?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110002554745089775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110002554745089775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110002554745089775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110002554745089775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing-to-do.html' title='nothing to do'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-110002194911578997</id><published>2004-11-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T09:39:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amek kuih</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmm...today go cik pau house to take the raya kuihz...den get to play wit the litle tots...den went back at abt 9 sumtin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;**********&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;^&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/affiecuppycake/Hammie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-110002194911578997?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/110002194911578997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=110002194911578997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110002194911578997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/110002194911578997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/amek-kuih.html' title='amek kuih'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109994483437771952</id><published>2004-11-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:13:54.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOLOLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm...today very good day for me. Firstly, my kuzin sheila called in the morning and said the maths ppr 2 was easy...and I was so relieved manz. Hmm...den for the whole afternoon i tried to find a new template for my blog (the previous man utd template really need a change coz man utd sux at the moment and i din wanna tell everybody im their fan) Hmm..at last found dis new template...kinda messy a lil bit ah. Then in the evening went for solat terawih for the first tyme dis ramadan...hehe. Went masjid al-khair wif aziz and khairi. After dat, we lepak (rilek) at kedai cine, our usual lepak place. Hmm...dat's wer khairi gt a phone kol from sum company sayin dat his job application has been approved and he's gonna work starting dis thurs...wif aziz. The pay gd oso ah...1 dae $40...the payment is once in two weeks sumore...woa...but i ain't gonna be tempted. I jz dowanna work diz hols! ....... Hmm...den went home take the LRT wif Aziz...haiyo..the LRT was delayed for abt 30 mins!! haiz...in the end, we went out of the KEAt Hong LRT station and walked all the wae to the bus-stop....hmmm...yah, dat's abt today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmmm....no jokes todae ah...here's a story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone inthe park one night....Daniel: I guess we are the leftovers in this world Jasmine: I think so...All of myfriends have boyfriends and we are only the 2persons left in this world with out any specialperson in our life Daniel: Yup I don't know what todo Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game Daniel:What game? Jasmine: i'll be your girl friend for 30days and you will be my boy friend Daniel: That's a great plan in fact i don't havenothing to do muchthis following weeks... DAY 1: They watch their firstmovie and they both touched in a romantic filmDAY 4: They went to the beach and have apicnic...Daniel and Jasmine have their quality timetogether DAY 12: Daniel invited Jasmine to acircus and they ride on a Horror House....Jasminewas scared and she touched Daniel's hand butshe touched someone else's hand and they bothlaughed... DAY 15: They saw a fortune teller downthe road and they asked for their future advice andthe fortune teller said: "My darling, Please don'twaste the time of your life...SPend the rest of yourtime together happily" Then tears flow out from theteller's eyes DAY 20: Jasmine invited Daniel to goto the hill and they saw a meteor...Jasminemumbled something DAY 28: They sat on the bus and because of a bumbyroad Jasmine gave herfirst kiss to Daniel by accident DAY 29: 11:37pm Jasmine and Daniel sat in the parkwhere they firstdecided to play this game... Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine...Do you want anydrinks? I'll buy youone.. I'll just go down the road Jasmine: Apple Juice that's all Daniel: Wait for me.... 20minslater... a stranger approached Jasmine Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel? Jasmine: Why yes? What happened? Stranger: A reckless drunkendriver ran over daniel and he is critical in thehospital 11:57pm The doctor went out of theemergency room and he handed out an applejuice and a letter Doctor: We found this in daniel'spocket Jasmine reads the letter and it says:Jasmine, This past few days, i realized you are areally cute girl and i am really falling for you..Yourcherish smile your everything when we played thisgame..... Before this game would end...I would likeyou to be my girl friend for the rest of my life.... Ilove you Jasmine.... Jasmine crumples the paperand shouted: "Daniel ! i don't want you to die... Ilove you...Remember that night when we saw ameteor, I mumbled something... I mumbled that Iwish we would be together forever and never endthis game. Please don't leave me Daniel.... I loveyou! You cannot do this to me!" Then the clockstrikes 12 Daniel's heart stop pumping THEN ITWAS THE 30TH DAY******************************************************************************************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109994483437771952?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109994483437771952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109994483437771952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109994483437771952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109994483437771952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/wololo_08.html' title='WOLOLO!'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109984983151532833</id><published>2004-11-07T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:50:31.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Sundae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Went out wif parentz todae...go peninsular ar first...buy sandal...den go bugis buy jeans...saw kamarul there...hmmpz.....after dat go rosma house at yishun...teach sheila maths...break my fast over there. Hmm...went home at abt 11 o clock liddat....den met zaidi at yishun mrt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;joke for the dae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah Beng's Job Interview (Contributed by Wyman Lye) Ah Beng went for an job interview for a sales job. When the manager saw Ah Beng's colourful attire, his mind screamed, "Not this man!!" Nevertheless he still had to entertain Ah Beng. So he told Ah Beng, "If you can form a sentence using the words I give you, then I will give you a chance!" "The words are "Green, Pink, Yellow, Blue, White, Purple, Black". Ah Beng thought for a while and said "I heard the phone go green, green, and then I went to pink up the phone and said Yellow. Blue's that? White did you say? Aiyah, wrong number. Don't purplely disturb people and don't call Black, ok?" Ah Beng got the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109984983151532833?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109984983151532833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109984983151532833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109984983151532833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109984983151532833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-sundae.html' title='Its Sundae'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109972140132479058</id><published>2004-11-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:12:41.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAY da bole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;At last can publish post again...hmm...nofink much 2dae...nw all alone at home...boring sia..hmm..latter im goin to mit Rosma for the kuih tart..haha. Haiz...its been a long tyme since i make kuihs fer hari raya...i loike making kuihs...especially the chocalate ones...yum yum. Dunno wad kuihs my house will be havin for raya...hope i can have ferraro roche, famous amos ...bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;joke of the day..:::...:::...::::...:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last season, Manchester United lost to Arsenal for the Premiership title. Envious at how well Arsene Wenger's team can do so well, Sir Alex Ferguson called Arsene Wenger on the night after Arsenal won the Premiership title..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Eh, Wenger, congratulations for winning the title. Your team did so well this season. Hmm...can you show me how you train your players to do so well? I want to try it on my own players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wenger : Sure. You can come to our training ground tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, the next day, Ferguson came to Arsenal's training ground and Wenger welcomed him with open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wenger: Welcome to our training ground my fren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Thanks for inviting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wenger : Ok. Come, let me show you how I train my players. Basically, I give them an IQ test every training session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, Wenger show Ferguson the way into the training ground where all the Arsenal players are training. Then, Wenger called his player, Thierry Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wenger : Henry, answer me. Who is your father's son but not your brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Henry : Haha, so easy, the answer is 'ME' ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wenger : Clever boi. Now go back to your training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Delighted, Ferguson thanked Wenger and went back to Manchester's training ground to test this new form of training to his players. He immediately called Van Nistelrooy over during training and asked Van Nistelrooy the same qustion Wenger asked Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nistelrooy : Errm, can you give me one day to think about the answer boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later that night, Nistelrooy called an ex-Manutd player, Jaap Stam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nistelrooy : Stam, can you answer me... who is your father's son but not your brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Stam : Haha..that's easy. The answer is 'ME' ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next day, Nistelrooy approached Ferguson before training with a happy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nistelrooy : Boss! I know the answer oready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Good! So what's the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nistelrooy : Wah..so easy! The answer is 'JAAP STAM' lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fergie : Haiyo! Why are you so stupid!! The answer is not Jaap Stam lah! The answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is 'THIERRY HENRY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109972140132479058?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109972140132479058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109972140132479058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109972140132479058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109972140132479058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/yeay-da-bole.html' title='YEAY da bole'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109959111855644044</id><published>2004-11-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:12:04.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGUN LAMBAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmmm..went out wif Aleph, Dee and Jepun (Dee's fren) go cosway. Actually, I suppose to mit Aleph at 1 o'clock at yew tee mrt...haha...but i woke up 1 oclock sia...lolx...abeh mandi lincah2...pastu kalang kabot klua rumah....at last mit Aleph kol 1.30....la&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;t stengah jam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Den we met Dee at cosway...dier lagik la&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;t..haha...kite pi rounding kat cosway...den go play arcade..had fun ...den after dat go take neoprint pic....aku ngan aleph tak baya siot...bole ke terlupe..pompan yg kene bayar..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pastu pi bazaar...Dee nak carik baju dier tak dpt...kecian die..hehe. Ish, nampak kebab tu takleh angkat sak...grr...godaan. Abeh pi kedai ubaat cine...die ade tunjuk diagram pasal taik lalat...mepek jgak ah...abeh kite tgk dee nye sedih seh...taik lalat die means 'accident' ngan 'marriage failure' ..haha...ape sak...abeh sebela die ade display ga&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;r pu**y klua nanah!!! Makkau!! Geli to the max!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm...kk...dats for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Errr..joke of the day...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doa tahan puasa : Allahuma baring sana baring sini wa sudahlapar wa maumati wa lihat jam masihlama lagi wa curicuri masuk dapur takda apapa wa kene tahan lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109959111855644044?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109959111855644044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109959111855644044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109959111855644044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109959111855644044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/bangun-lambat.html' title='BANGUN LAMBAT'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109948687266889905</id><published>2004-11-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T05:01:12.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERIBAHASA KAROTZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seperti anjing jantan dgn anjing betina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Dua orang yg pantang bertemu...asek nak beromen aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sepandai-pandai lalat terbang akhirnya ke taik jugak dia hinggap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Orang kalau dah perokok tu...kalau dia berenti....akhirnya dia gerenti start balik punyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, tak pernah masok ke sukan Olimpik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyee : Jangan macam bagus....pasal yg macam bagus tu selalunya tak bagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Biar putih tulang jgn putih muker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyee: Kalau surat beranak dah letak orang Melayu jgn eksen nak jadi Mat Salleh plak......be proud of what you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seperti mencurah air ke ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n tersu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Kalau dah beribu kali flush itu bender tak clear jugak.....pergi panggil plumber lah.....or....kacau sampai hancur and try flushing again, another way is to kutip satu-satu dan buang tempat lain. (Eeee..... GELI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kalau tidak ader angin masakan satu LRT boleh bau busuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Maknernyer: Ada orang kentotlah tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Seperti kacang luperkan mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Orang yg tak sedar diri....tak kenang jasa baik orang yg muler-muler mempopularkan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ader udang di sebalik udang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Jgn sangka yg duduk sorang kat tempat sunyi tu sorang....check betul-betul, mesti ader sorang lagi kat bawah ke....tengah ke...baring ke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Biar mati anak jgn mati pucuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Kalau dah mati pucuk camner nak dapat anak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sudah jatuh ditimpa piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: Nasib malang yg tak teragak-agak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hidung tak mancung, gigi pulak yang mancung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maknernyer: ....maknernyer, .....maknernyer, jgn nak tersengeh-sengeh kat depan PC... pi buat kerje hang skarang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109948687266889905?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109948687266889905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109948687266889905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109948687266889905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109948687266889905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/peribahasa-karotz_03.html' title='PERIBAHASA KAROTZ'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109947049384643014</id><published>2004-11-03T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:28:39.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Didn't went out today. Woke up late.....at arnd 1 o'clock..haha..den mommy called...askin me to wash the stupid dirty clothes all dat...haiz. I did not do it till 4 o'clock sia...instead, i indulge meself in 'winning 11' ...haha. Its a soccer game ah if u all dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tsk! I dunno wad to post in my blog sia...hmm...wanna rite bout feelings?? Haha..ntahlah..siak ar. Hmm...ke nak ikot macam Aleph eh...post jokes2 to semuer..hmmm...kk...here's an sms joke danial(syahmi) sent :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bangla: Me no come work,me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boss: When i'm feeling sick, I have &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt; with my wife. Try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2hrs later, Bangla call back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bangla:Boss! It worked!Me ok now. U got nice house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha...k ah. &lt;a&gt;&lt;f&gt;&lt;f&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;e&gt;*O*U*T*Z*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109947049384643014?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109947049384643014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109947049384643014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109947049384643014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109947049384643014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn-bored.html' title='Damn bored!'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109941241367198386</id><published>2004-11-02T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:20:13.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went out wif sam and aleph today.....go beach road...haiz....first2 ingat mit kol 1 sak...abeh on e way aleph msg suro mit kol 1.30 ...die kate bangun lambat...haiz. Terpakse aku tunggu dorg 1/2 hr pat j.east nye bontot. At last sampai pon aleph...pastu nampak Zuhri...haha...gi main game kat paya lebar.....danak exam pon main game! ape dah..abeh at last syahmi(danial) datang...dgn senyuman manisnya.....hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm...jalan2 pat beach road..tak beli apape...danial ngan aleph je blanje...affie ilek one corner..baru beli kasut seh pat saner last saturday. Pas gi beach rd jln sampai bugis..haha...jauh sak....aleph ngan syahmi sempat masok kedai mainan jual tamia...aku tak tau pon aperbende tu...mampos! Kk..pat bugis ingat nak beli baju freshbox..tapi tak jadi..pasal plan nak beli tu bile pegi sane lagi...hmm...i plan nak ajak lina kua seh...haha...tak tau ar bile..babtu aku tak beli...nak beli 'lainkali'...hmm....da lame sey tak msg die..aargh..takpe2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;niwayz, pat bugis junction ader pompan promoter nak promote minyak wangi CK...tak tau cane die dapat pukau affie ngan danial untok beli minyak wangi tu...die kate kau luar $89 jual...abeh die kate die bole jual kite 2 for $19.90...tu pasal terpukau..bau pon sedap...agaknye kite terpukau sebab die kate pompan kalau bau kite teros mintak no. hp kite..bwahaha..mepek ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pastu semue balik buke kat ong john...pastu balik..dah abes cerite... abeh skarang ngah chat ngan dee-leph..biase ah..hmm..chat wif faz also....tnx for yer help faz..hehe...tnx to aleph also...haha...both of us makin the "wololo" sound in msn rite nw..irritating dee..haha..kk....dats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109941241367198386?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109941241367198386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109941241367198386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109941241367198386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109941241367198386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/hari-ini.html' title='hari ini'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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-8963922.post-109932555408795713</id><published>2004-11-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:12:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ape nak tulis sark</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmmm...jz gt this blog....try2 je lerr...ngah chat ngan dee ngan aleph mase try buat nih. Besok nak kua..yeay...boring sak satu hari pat umah nari...siul..kene kemas umah semue....siul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963922-109932555408795713?l=07-affie-07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/feeds/109932555408795713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963922&amp;postID=109932555408795713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109932555408795713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963922/posts/default/109932555408795713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://07-affie-07.blogspot.com/2004/11/ape-nak-tulis-sark.html' title='Ape nak tulis sark'/><author><name>little boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10364023029503864090</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>
