<?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-29416360</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:11:16.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya hello there.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-5725334979509650253</id><published>2007-09-14T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:08:48.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg fasting month is here.im gonna be damn skinny again.Cause that happens every single year when im fasting and schooling.When i breakfast, i dont eat much and will be stuck in the sewing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like just now,i wast hungry at all even though im fasting and i ate apples for breakfast.My mum, brother and sisters were all eating like greedy monsters but i felt like puking when i smell all the food.really.Something is really wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG AND IM WOKING TMR.wtf.&lt;br /&gt;ok time to hear hari raya songs!BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-5725334979509650253?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/5725334979509650253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=5725334979509650253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/5725334979509650253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/5725334979509650253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-fasting-month-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-1195983653786061081</id><published>2007-09-07T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:52:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RuIJDcUNZbI/AAAAAAAAANg/4WsdiI8Sb4M/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107654882136778162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RuIJDcUNZbI/AAAAAAAAANg/4WsdiI8Sb4M/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am officially,seriously sick. I think the last time when i got this kind of fever was like 4 years ago when i was doing my art paper in secondary school.The feeling sucks totally and it feels like dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably i was infected by chiman and ida but then again their condition wasnt as bad(although ida's voice turned really pussy-ish). So yeah, i had to skip from angelynn's design class yesterday and the day before i didnt turn up for susan's sewing class cause i really felt tired.i think probably because i didnt have enough sleep at all since the last 2 weeks.Even my kind doctor gave me an MC for today because actually i have work today.but i guess,if im working today, i would die flat infront of D'Marquee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday i seriously think i was gonna die.Cause i woke up in the morning and my mum kept nagging and nagging, asking me to bathe under a running tap to lower down my temperature cause boy, i was freaking hot.my eyes were all burning red and my skin was also red and i was shaking like fuck.after i bathe, the next min i know, i was alone in the house. i laid on my sister's bed and i cover myself in blanket when i know im not suppose to, but fuck man i really felt fucking cold although i didnt turn on the fan whatsoever,and suddenly i was PERSPIRING until my tee was soaking wet i had to take it off.i wanted to go to doctor but i cant move at all and my body was aching practically everywhere and you know sometimes when you have fever,your throat feels fucking weird and your tongue has this weird weird taste.yeah that was what i felt. My body was shivering vigorously and i can really feel the heat around my body when i cover myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to tahan my pain for like 6 hours before my mum came from and see my doctor. I think my body has gone beyond the limits although i am used to pushing myself very hard because of school work but it has never been this worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why im qutting from work and i wanna take a leave from band so i really have time for school work. I mean,the graduation collection means alot to me and i wanna make it good.not only good,but FABULOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And would anyone want to sponsor me for my graduation collection?i would gladly appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1195983653786061081?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1195983653786061081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1195983653786061081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1195983653786061081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1195983653786061081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-officiallyseriously-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RuIJDcUNZbI/AAAAAAAAANg/4WsdiI8Sb4M/s72-c/DSC01429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-1996941049597219428</id><published>2007-08-18T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:46:12.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyways,everything's blowing up into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;and im sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1996941049597219428?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1996941049597219428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1996941049597219428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1996941049597219428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1996941049597219428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/08/anywayseverythings-blowing-up-into.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-2565897014845772671</id><published>2007-08-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:11:58.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST NOW, ALL THE CUSTOMERS LIKE LIKE CHIBAI,PUKI,PEPEK,MEMEK,PUSSY,AVOCADO,SUNFLOWER,KUIH APAM and whatever it is to describe it CAUSE ALL OF THEM WERE JUST FUCKING IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's just a singapore thing you know.when they see "$6" or "50% off" things, well it doesnt mean you can just tumble,twist, turn, throw clothes like your own fucking own dirty laundry what.ALL the nyonyas, fat ladies in swimming costumes, hot babes, mothers whatever shit ALL have the same character.i was so freaking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if the items nicely packed at the wagons, it doesnt says "ENJOY TUMBLING AND LOOKING FOR YOUR OWN SIZES!HAPPY SEARCHING!" kinda thing what.fucking chibai WITHOUT feeling any guilt they still carry on.I mean,all of us are customers by right,dont like we have some basic courteousy to not mess up?freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WORST PART was when my store was just infront of D'Marquee because of the Akon concert and i was stuck "HI WELCOME"ing people and the people who were watching the concert were all nicely dressed and all and i was like fucking busok.What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im tired already.i have yet to blog about the esplanade concert performance.THE EXPERIENCE WAS THE BEST THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-2565897014845772671?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/2565897014845772671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=2565897014845772671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/2565897014845772671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/2565897014845772671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-now-all-customers-like-like.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-3731872991138429724</id><published>2007-08-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:10:54.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy belated birthday,singapore.SEMOGA BAHAGIA.&lt;br /&gt;well like it has been a long time huh since ive updated.cause school's has started!!!!!and im so happy but then there is SO MUCH FUCKING THING TO DO ZOMG i already have to get my first final outfit done by november!Anyways i think ill be following my guts and instinct on my graduation theme.ill hope i win.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways before anything this sunday im performing at esplanade for the beautiful sunday concert with SWS 3pm free seating!we'll be playing familiar tunes from when you were still a kid in pampers right down to now where you are using kotex.ok fuck that was fucking lame,probably because im really sleepy and im getting sick cause i haven been getting good sleep at all.it has been school,then work,then band,then school,then work,then band.it's like,all three are very important to me.If i quit work,where am i gonna moolah to buy my school stuff?If i quit band,who is gonna replace me?If i quit school,let's not go to that one.i just wanna be like ashley isham to be where he is now.I think i was inspired by him that i dreamt that i met him in person in my dreams yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so sorry guys especially to fahmy who thinks that now im sombong(snobbish) already that i dont wanna lepak with you guys or what.It's not that but when school has started i cant go out late nights anymore cause it's work and school back to back and i really even dont have time for myself.Sometimes i also wish that my workplace and managers can understand me cause what im doing in school is not like any other course in polys or what sia.it's BEYOND madness.and because of work too sometimes im so backdated in terms of school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways just now i felt fucking disgusted and irritated inside the train cause there was this group of emo siao kao girls went inside the train.Well for the first look i thought they were kinda cool,you know,with those black red skinnies, charcoaled eyes,black bangs bla bla shit.but one thing made me so fucking turned off like fuck,they walked pass me and OMG ALL OF THEM SMELL LIKE COWS WHO NEVER BATH FOR ONE WEEK AND ROLLING THEMSELVES ONTO SMELLY GRASSES.GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD,what the hell was that?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;and mind you,there ARE GIRLS,PEREMPUAN,GOT TETEK,BREAST,PUKI,PEPEK and they smell like cows??!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;i thought only certain not-well-kept-guys have that smell?but this is total no joke man.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,you dont have to be so emo til you dont bath right?or at least,bringing one cheap perfume in your tiny winy bags right.gosh.i HOPE they do something to themselves.god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho fuck i gotta go now,tmr working morning shift,chibai.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-3731872991138429724?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/3731872991138429724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=3731872991138429724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3731872991138429724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3731872991138429724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-belated-birthdaysingapore.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-6686339748485573725</id><published>2007-07-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:13:59.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEARL CENTRE HAS FUCKING WEIRD CUSTOMERS HOKAY AND THEY ARE FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;1) There is fucking fucking creepy auntie who will always walk pass my store and omg she wears those kind of DARK DARK freaky flower printed tops which are usually dark in colour and she wil walk very slow.That's one.Secondly,she has LONG NECK AND IM NOT KIDDING and worse still,her head seems so heavy that her her head will protude out.Thirdly, i dunno what powder/foundation/blusher/tepong(flour) she use,but her face is like FUCKING WHITE.like the one in Alexander McQueen's spring/summer 2007 Sarabande where the models were seriously white.And the last,THE WAY SHE STARE AT PEOPLE.I was folding clothes so when she grabbed my attention,i was super stoked and her eyes omfg only god knows.But actually,there was once where i really need to pee and i saw her again,SELLING NEWSPAPER AND MAGAZINES.AIYAAAAAAAAAAA.Make me fucking scared for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Another auntie,made me laugh to myself into bits.Well i guess she has her own fashion sense la hor.Yesterday i saw her,she was wearing this super duper tight leggings 3/4 length, and it was like HOT PINK and she was like fat, she really look like "The Twits" from Roald Dahl cause she had those like crooked nose.Omg and the worst part is this, she wore like a super short tube also in hot pink and she didnt wear any bra and you can like literally see her tits which were no bigger that hersey kisses and omg her breasts were only like a size of you know old chang kee yamcake or something?only abit buldge.and imagine when the tube is super tight omg she really looked like a retired sportswomen.Her stomach was like WOWWWWW and she bun up her hair and walk like a model.and just now i saw her,she was in PURPLE!KABOOM.like the exact same things only in purple!now she really looks like barney just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)There are like prostitutes there and yesterday when we were about to close this three thai prostitutes came in each with their own style,you know like those sporty spice,posh spice and baby spice.Okla the posh spice was kinda hot cause i was checking out her legs.i just have this fetish about beyoootiful legs.ANYWAYS,yeah the baby spice couldnt make it cause from a distance you can see she has OBVIOUS MOUSTACHE!!!!BABY SPICE SOMEMORE!!!!SPORTY spice was the worse.hahaha she was wearing you know like those huge top with shorts  and adidas shoe with a cap and the side.HAHAHAHAHA BUT HER BLUSHER WAS SUPER HORRIBLE it was like pink and i can literally see like two triangle pink shades at her face.hahaha.i think customers would fuck her with a trashbag on her face.hahahahaha.ok im bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)ALOT of playboys or rather playuncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprise surprise sia just now got vietnam customers who were fucking rich my manager saw like thick 1000 dollars notes in the wallet!and they spent like 400 plus for ONLY ONE SHOPPING TRIP!but the most fucking funny part was when you know when you do payment you will be at the cashier counter facing the cashier BUT one of them went INSIDE the cashier counter area and STOOD beside the cashier counter to pay.HILARIOUS i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i hate about is china people.Im not trying to be racist or what but some china people are okay but a few of them are actually very irritating.I dunno whether it's an inborn kinda attitude but i hate it when i try to serve them using my ANY POSSIBLE WAY by doing sign talk or whatever and they will give me this kind of face like "why cant you just speak my language" kinda thing.Like HELO you come to my country so you jolly better learn some english, i dont mind if you speak fucking broken english but hey at least COMMUNICATE WITH ME.my treatment would be easy,when they ask for size,i will pass it to her like "HEre you go stupid bitch who doesnt even know size S, M, L or XL HUHA " kinda attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i really miss schoooool omg COUNTDOWN COUNTDOWN!!!!!5 MORE DAYS!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;no more holidays,it's just SCHOOL WORK!!!!i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-6686339748485573725?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/6686339748485573725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=6686339748485573725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6686339748485573725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6686339748485573725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/07/pearl-centre-has-fucking-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-1715608411732480479</id><published>2007-07-17T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:25:44.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes life is just so unfair at work.i hope retribution is super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily school's really starting soon and im super glad.&lt;br /&gt;never stop the fashion system!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1715608411732480479?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1715608411732480479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1715608411732480479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1715608411732480479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1715608411732480479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-life-is-just-so-unfair-at.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-1007315896352423220</id><published>2007-07-02T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:58:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>transformers was the bomb man.like suddenly i feel like i wanna be in  those days where you really dream alot you know.Cause last time i used to have a set of transformers toys u know(and as im typing this my kitten is disturbing me cause lack of attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this set of transformer toys but they were insects!!!HOW COOL IS THAT!!There were like praying mantis,beetles,butterflies,ants and dunno what.But anyways,ya yuzil broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the queue was like horrible cause we booked a 1.45am show at cineleisure with fahmy, hafiz, daaanish and mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's still work work work work work work, ah fuck it la.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SCHOOL!!!!COMING SOON!!!!!omg i cant wait at all.im tired of serving customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay,cause now im feeling what's that word,supercalifragilisticexplediocious?or dunno how la.&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/29416360-1007315896352423220?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1007315896352423220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1007315896352423220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1007315896352423220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1007315896352423220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers-was-bomb-man.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-3676450563792045130</id><published>2007-06-16T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:06:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am missing school super duper much that i think i can cry cause i just cant stand the politics at work.Being in school is just ten times better with the backstabbing and bitchy times in school,rushing for projects,depressing inside the sewing room and trying to hit the sewing machine just because you sew wrongly but end up you will bruise your hand cause the that juki sewing machine is one hard metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the time  when we will slack outside 7-eleven and smoke and buy sour power and sour cranberries and buy puffs and big gulps and we will always sit there thinking whether to skip class or not,or just to kill time and be late for lily's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delifrance seems to be our newest craze cause they ALWAYS have $1 dollar bread.Al-Jilani is our favourite mama stall cause they have good maggi goreng and mee goreng seafood, ONLY AFTER 5PM cause i guess during the afternoon period the cook sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dont wanna say much,let the pictures do the talking and you'll know why i miss all my nafa people and of course the school itself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnSwbZRng3I/AAAAAAAAANY/gIyqyrTcu4I/s1600-h/IMG_4107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076876664641127282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnSwbZRng3I/AAAAAAAAANY/gIyqyrTcu4I/s320/IMG_4107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ6uJRng2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g2o19JLRzS8/s1600-h/DSCN2467[2].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076747244391596898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ6uJRng2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g2o19JLRzS8/s320/DSCN2467%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ4qZRng1I/AAAAAAAAANI/P5ZWvpQ_QYA/s1600-h/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076744980943831890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ4qZRng1I/AAAAAAAAANI/P5ZWvpQ_QYA/s320/DSCN1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ3qZRng0I/AAAAAAAAANA/73sJBmOm7Pc/s1600-h/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076743881432204098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ3qZRng0I/AAAAAAAAANA/73sJBmOm7Pc/s320/DSCN0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ20pRngzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qBZKStcWoFY/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076742958014235442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ20pRngzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qBZKStcWoFY/s320/DSC02754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ2TpRngyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bdC34yz4maM/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076742391078552354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ2TpRngyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bdC34yz4maM/s320/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ175RngxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e-akFdBcmKo/s1600-h/IMG_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076741983056659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ175RngxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e-akFdBcmKo/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ1rZRngwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/48Ccy5KXsaM/s1600-h/IMG_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076741699588817666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ1rZRngwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/48Ccy5KXsaM/s320/IMG_6127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ1cJRngvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/az3uifz7mLY/s1600-h/IMG_6800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076741437595812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ1cJRngvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/az3uifz7mLY/s320/IMG_6800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0-JRnguI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2TgJ7q9vn5Q/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740922199737058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0-JRnguI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2TgJ7q9vn5Q/s320/DSCN2587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0qJRngtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/v-NwXHDNGvA/s1600-h/IMG_6227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740578602353362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0qJRngtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/v-NwXHDNGvA/s320/IMG_6227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0XpRngsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6-N2lv5lC5Y/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740260774773442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0XpRngsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6-N2lv5lC5Y/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0GZRngrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/U3eMfip9KfE/s1600-h/IMG_7226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076739964422030002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQ0GZRngrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/U3eMfip9KfE/s320/IMG_7226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQze5RngqI/AAAAAAAAALw/jRxN5iBRtkU/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076739285817197218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQze5RngqI/AAAAAAAAALw/jRxN5iBRtkU/s320/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQyz5RngpI/AAAAAAAAALo/WHsExMOmq7c/s1600-h/NANA-0093_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076738547082822290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQyz5RngpI/AAAAAAAAALo/WHsExMOmq7c/s320/NANA-0093_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQyVpRngoI/AAAAAAAAALg/5TsHu3WZwn0/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076738027391779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQyVpRngoI/AAAAAAAAALg/5TsHu3WZwn0/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQxhJRngnI/AAAAAAAAALY/w_CEa6XuJAo/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076737125448647282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQxhJRngnI/AAAAAAAAALY/w_CEa6XuJAo/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQwIpRngmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iKiK7u2tQGA/s1600-h/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076735605030224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQwIpRngmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iKiK7u2tQGA/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQuZ5RnglI/AAAAAAAAALI/zoJOMrpxYOw/s1600-h/NANA-0137_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076733702359712338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQuZ5RnglI/AAAAAAAAALI/zoJOMrpxYOw/s320/NANA-0137_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQs8pRngkI/AAAAAAAAALA/lTV4OJHAY9U/s1600-h/NANA-0129_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076732100336910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQs8pRngkI/AAAAAAAAALA/lTV4OJHAY9U/s320/NANA-0129_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQrG5RngjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Boi72WmRnCI/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076730077407314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQrG5RngjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Boi72WmRnCI/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQoppRngiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NNjuE7iMY-k/s1600-h/NANA-0160_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076727375872885282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQoppRngiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NNjuE7iMY-k/s320/NANA-0160_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQmoJRnghI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bGhm3Kyq5Os/s1600-h/IMG_9634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076725151079825938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQmoJRnghI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bGhm3Kyq5Os/s320/IMG_9634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQl8JRnggI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Goe8Uzl__-E/s1600-h/IMG_7601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076724395165581826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnQl8JRnggI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Goe8Uzl__-E/s320/IMG_7601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL, I MISS YOU SUPER MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND GUYS,I MISS YOU GUYS SO SUPER MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i just cant wait for july to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3676450563792045130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-missing-school-super-duper-much.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RnSwbZRng3I/AAAAAAAAANY/gIyqyrTcu4I/s72-c/IMG_4107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-1616807404711380656</id><published>2007-05-29T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:31:26.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello probably you guys might have hopped into my blog but no new posts huh.well i guess ive been busy with work (haha you know i know what or whatever it is) and mr nurhafiz as usual can never send pictures.if so it'll "be a month laterrr" as quoted by constable nura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,OK!yes birthday update.hahaha fucking long time ago sia.Well actually one of our friends, hafiz also aka MEMEK also shares the same birthday with me!so what else,we celebrated together with hafiz and fahmy and we went EATING (ya cause apparently that's what we like to do) at johor singgah selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was AWESOME la sial.there were crowds here and there, quite a few singaporeans around and they have sheesha also and it's quite surprising that they also have emo boys there.OR maybe im too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0nekmz6OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nwiH20KWdSs/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070252161665067234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0nekmz6OI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nwiH20KWdSs/s320/DSC02084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAME birthday, TOTALLY different characters.But we click.HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEMEK!and me.(look at the kakak behind,kaypo sia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0mgkmz6NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Pxi2uPajETI/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070251096513177810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0mgkmz6NI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Pxi2uPajETI/s320/DSC02089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fahmy had quite a bad hair day but his joker smug saves the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0mHkmz6MI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mV-GWKSPEyg/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070250667016448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0mHkmz6MI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mV-GWKSPEyg/s320/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are!(yala like step you know before eating LETS TAKE A PICTURE that kinda thing). okla probably you might think the food doesnt look nice but i swear it was super.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how happy all of us were.But we did not expect what would happened that night.it was something fucking bad and i wont say it here that made us how to say,stranded?hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so eventually it was a very unforgettable birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAKI LIMA at haji lane was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0lSUmz6LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xT0B2xjRcR4/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070249752188414130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0lSUmz6LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xT0B2xjRcR4/s320/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0ksUmz6KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K1oC7ZNPXgk/s1600-h/DSC02028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070249099353385122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0ksUmz6KI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K1oC7ZNPXgk/s320/DSC02028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled and the nice thing about kaki lima is that they have LOADS of boardgames.So whatelse,MONOPOLY ROLLY ROLLY LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game actually went smoothly and nice,but it was at the end when me and ju ting(the only girl in the picture) started to get tired of the game and we played this scissors paper stone game in this very mind boggling way and hafiz fahmy and memek carried on playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before i realised,all of them got into a fight JUST BECAUSE OF A MONOPOLY GAME WITH FAKE LAND,FAKE HOUSES,RENTS,MONEY,JAIL,COMMUNITY CHEST WHATSOEVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just fucking dont understand why cause i was super sleepy already and but three of them were getting flared up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we didnt realised that the place was already closing and i guess we were the ONLY customers left at haji lane when everyone's packing up but three of them kept rolling the dices like some montecito(the show,las vegas) riot and kept quarreling non stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the thing,we decided to go home,feeling fucked up.and i guess april got mad too thats why she went SOO fast that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0j8Umz6JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K9VvXHDyC_Q/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070248274719664274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0j8Umz6JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K9VvXHDyC_Q/s320/DSC02081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like this pic cause fahmy's face is only like a quarter and mon looks like shutter.This pic was taken when we went to look for hot bapoks at changi and went to sunplaza park 5am in the morning playing swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day too we went chilling but we went to deen's (HAHAHAHAH DEEN'SSSSSSS KEPE) to eat but we stopped by at one of the dark alley only realising that it was a great spot to have some photoshoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0h70mz6GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1St57NbFYIk/s1600-h/DSC02304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070246067106474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0h70mz6GI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1St57NbFYIk/s320/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0hlUmz6FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tHV-6hSXIbs/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070245680559417426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0hlUmz6FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tHV-6hSXIbs/s320/DSC02313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0hS0mz6EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DojzJ_rjDXI/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070245362731837506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0hS0mz6EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DojzJ_rjDXI/s320/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice aye?Actually the focus was on the dark alley then the orange light down the street and then you can see the tall building which i think it's concorde or something.After that we went eating and we met up cipak and mon at haji lane,again.hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0g0Emz6DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NzayEMYjKGQ/s1600-h/DSC02319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070244834450860082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0g0Emz6DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NzayEMYjKGQ/s320/DSC02319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat for awhile and had sheesha and damn hafiz he farted and kept quiet.i then started sniffing like some mouse and told him, 'eh sial la,i smell fart sial..bussssokkkkkk sial"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he replied, "ah ah busokkk kan!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HE SMILED LA SIAL.and then started giggling.Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a few minutes we went off thinking of chilling at esplanade but end up we were at boat quay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we camwhored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0ggEmz6CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VjUIXpRwTM4/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070244490853476386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0ggEmz6CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VjUIXpRwTM4/s320/DSC02349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0fzUmz6BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pODnmJYON5E/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070243722054330386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0fzUmz6BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pODnmJYON5E/s320/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i SWEAR that all the pics that you are seeing,well actually theres even MORE,me and cipak were holding on to our pussy and dick cause we wanted to PEEE DAMN DAMN BADLY.if we held for a few more minutes i think can become stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we RAN,ok bedek,BRISTWALK all the way to fullerton hotel and you know right the toilet there is like heaven and when after you pee or poo you can feel your ass and dick smiling cause you've treated them damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOT FORGETTING THE LIGHTINGS = CAMWHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0etEmz5_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ehGn_4xUgmo/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070242515168520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0etEmz5_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ehGn_4xUgmo/s320/DSC02368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0eVEmz5-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DPQSgfXkDGo/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070242102851659746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0eVEmz5-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DPQSgfXkDGo/s320/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were making ourselves like fools inside the toilet we didnt realise that someone was pooing inside. And we thought the toilet was haunted because we heard something pulled the tissue but infact someone wanted to wipe his ass.urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0eCEmz59I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/plgRpWIsT58/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070241776434145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0eCEmz59I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/plgRpWIsT58/s320/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0dkUmz58I/AAAAAAAAAII/c9rZ-edpgug/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070241265333036994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rl0dkUmz58I/AAAAAAAAAII/c9rZ-edpgug/s320/DSC02383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at last we sat down at boat quay infront of UOB or OUB building and played cards.HAHAHAHAHAH that was the BEST part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause at first we played bluff and OBVIOUSLY cipak kept laughing at me cause i cant bluff for shit neither could i noticed that they bluffed and cipak was like the master i had to call her pompuan las vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we played PERSUASION, a game introduced by fahmy,one hellllll of a fun game that all of us had to put our cards at our forehead and telling them their card value is lower than yourself and then we started battling and mon said it was like a pokemon battle.and CIPAK wasnt having fun because OBVIOUSLY i caught her looking at her card before putting it at her forehead and had no interest whatsoever to battle cause she already cheated.hahahah obviously it wasnt fun it you cheated cipak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly we played Murderer game.hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.IT was actually fucking hilarious cause apparently the lighting was not good so you cant tell you see if the murderer kills you or not.Or WORSE STILL, mon is not a murderer but she murder people for fun.and the next minute, she can be some sort of a neighbourhood police watch helping the police to catch the murderer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and THE BEST PART WAS, when she delcared herself as CONSTABLE NURA because surprisingly when she became a police she was seriously good and when i became the murderer i kept murdering her and she'll go , "HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU AHTUT.YOU CANT HIDE FROM CONSTABLE NURA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess cipak and mon had the best laughter that night cause they find it hilarious when i dig my nose and the laughed their hearts out i tell you.and both of them find it super entertaining when i have been digging my nose infront of hafiz and fahmy but still it was normal.hafiz and fahmy was alright with it but BOTH OF THEM were entertaining themselves thru the night i tell you.and now i have a nickname:GOLD DIGGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok now im tired,i think i wanna sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RkcwquawmjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W9sRYMJgBPY/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the world's  CUTEST person ever.swear to god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta meet him.(well ive met him for many times lar but didnt had the chance to take picture).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes guys!Sorry i didnt reply to some of you guys cause my prepaid went low(HAHAH AS USUAL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill be back with my birthday update once i get my pics from hafiz.HAFIZ IF YOU ARE READING THIS THEN GO AND TRANSFER THE PICS NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-8127108975464091410?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/8127108975464091410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=8127108975464091410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/8127108975464091410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/8127108975464091410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-of-worlds-cutest-person-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RkcwquawmjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W9sRYMJgBPY/s72-c/P1010039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-354041969313782235</id><published>2007-05-05T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:58:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT's NOT FAIR.my youngest sis came from shop with my mum and dad and she was ringing some bell and i looked and OMGWTF MY DAD BOUGHT FOR HER A NEW BICYCLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MAN,(i mean not that i wanna get a bike too) BUT HEY I PASSED MY ASSESSMENT WITH FLYING COLOURS HOKAY.okla maybe not flying colours but there were colours around and my GPA is 3.05 LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULDNT THEY BUY FOR ME SOMETHING!?WALAU.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i show them my results they will be like,"hhemmmm,", "okay" and "alhamdulilahhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's IT?!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOMETHING.like like, a new pair of shoes(cause apparently my mum and brother have this habit of throwing shoes cause they say the shoe rack is messy: siao), or get me a HUGE BAG or a pair of this female's ultra skinny pants i tried at far east that made the sales girl's mindset changed about guys wearing girl's stuffs cause apparently i think alot of girls tried that pair of pants and maybe they had thunder thighs or something so they cant fit, so when i wanted to try it on she was like "but that's a female's onee" but im like fuck it,i wear and let you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came out and she was like "WAH!VERY NICE!eh really your leg very nice.KK BUY BUY!!" HAHAHAHAHA.i was like,"SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya,anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DESERVE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;oh and,yuzil is GETTING SO SO SO SO MUCH FATTER.like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE IS WEARING MY AND ARRY"S CLOTHES AND ALL THE CLOTHES ARE EXPANDING SIAK.&lt;br /&gt;chibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know why?cause she haven been doing ANY house chores at all.computer computer computer.so girl's out there,if you dont help your mum doing house chores,you will get fat.trust me.that"S what happened to yuzil,and this is a real life case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is battling her weight problem now,well amen to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-354041969313782235?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/354041969313782235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=354041969313782235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/354041969313782235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/354041969313782235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-not-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-6260306784649052735</id><published>2007-04-27T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:40:24.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have i told you that ive been having weird surrealistic dream EVERYTIME i fall asleep?yeah yeah.and it's getting much much more interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K like two days ago,i dreamt i became a samurai.Not the typical samurai you can think of,the ones with heavy suits, no no.We were in some catsuit.But YEAH OF COURSE I MANAGED TO EXPERIENCE HAVING LONG HAIR all tied up(WUHU!) and for the first time my hair was straight.oh god heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i cant remember much(ya cause they say when you wake up you can only remember like 15% of your dreams) but i remembered my parents were driving and haha the fact that my WHOLE FAMILY BECAME SAMURAIS HAHAHA OMG IM LAUGHING LIKE MAD NOW,anyway, ya the funny part is,my dad parked at dont know which area was that, and we came out fighting bad people.HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i met this girl too, a samurai, and she said samurai has more to just having fine swordsmanship and strict discipline.She told me there were legendery practices that if we utter some words, we could actually turn to a dust and be invisible and travel.BUT ON ONE CONDITION,when we become invisible,we will become naked.so like if we reached to our destination and we turned visible back,we have to wear our clothes backi was like WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA so the other time we tried and i think i uttered some words something like "KEIBUKAYATA!" or something like that and truly enough i turned into a dust and got invisble.So i was travelling in thin air and i came across this CUTEEE baby at one house and suddenly decided to drop by.i was lying down looking at the baby and i was playing with the baby.Suddenly i heard "OHHHHHHH MAAA GAAAWWWWWWWWDDD WHAT ARE YOU?!?!?!?". And i turned back and i saw the mum,and i didnt realise that i was already visible and my buttcheeks were looking at her.i was like FUCKKKKKKKK and straight away i woke up,sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dream i had was there was a religious gathering and i remembered it was at some house which was very nice and we had to take a lift til it's 59 floor.So when my religious teacher started his normal routine starting out the religious recitals and stuffs,suddenly across the block THERE WAS A LOUD NOISE AND GUESS WHAT, there was a band performance by dont know which band and the were playing at the rooftop.If im not mistaken they were playing Concerto D'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "whhhhhhhhhhhhatttttt the hell" and it was so distrupting because i cant hear a word what the hell my teacher was trying to say.and then and then,this is the funny part:my religious teacher got mad and i cant remembered what he said and suddenly all the makciks there came out and armed with marching DRUMSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK like drumline and fuck you just imagine la them,all fat fat, where baju kurong and jubah and they were with tudongs and they had marching drums with them!!!!AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ALL LINING UP AT THE BALCONY AND THEY WERE PLAYING VERY VERY LOUDLY TO SEE WHETHER THEY COULD SCARE OF THE BAND ACROSS.HAHAHAHAHA FUCK I REMEMBERED I WAS LAUGHING LIKE FUCK AND WHEN I WOKE UP I WAS TEARING SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how COOL IS THAT!BUT this latest latest dream i had was,i was featured,(CEH FEATURED SEH) in this cool cool movie but i knew i couldnt act at all but suddenly inside that dream i could do acting.And what was even cooler is that the cast of movies were fucking cool.They were all made up of models,both male and females,and fuck i just felt i was the most extra one there la cause i was ugly.But maybe the cast director had me because i could really act.HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember though who were the male models,but i REMEMBERED CLEARLY the female models that i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHFHuawmiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JiOMRxU_ZjA/s1600-h/00200m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058040593023801890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHFHuawmiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JiOMRxU_ZjA/s320/00200m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia Dunstall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEweawmhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EVg6Je8TkbA/s1600-h/00390m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058040193591843346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEweawmhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EVg6Je8TkbA/s320/00390m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hye Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEXOawmgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f2W3PAAEwoU/s1600-h/00470m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039759800146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEXOawmgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f2W3PAAEwoU/s320/00470m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elise Crombez(Ida's favourite model).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEMOawmfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/950iQw0XoVw/s1600-h/00160m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039570821585394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHEMOawmfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/950iQw0XoVw/s320/00160m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline Trentini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these three models looked very very alike but actually they're different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHECuawmeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RTbj5r59QR4/s1600-h/00480m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039407612828130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHECuawmeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RTbj5r59QR4/s320/00480m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vlada Rosylakova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHD8eawmdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vDs4ALDP-RE/s1600-h/00040m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039300238645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHD8eawmdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vDs4ALDP-RE/s320/00040m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Pivovarova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHD2eawmcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rrsVatiaPUI/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039197159430594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHD2eawmcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rrsVatiaPUI/s320/00060m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top model, Gemma Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHDveawmbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wiexOpAMPM8/s1600-h/00320m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058039076900346290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHDveawmbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wiexOpAMPM8/s320/00320m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE!,my favourite model,which turned into a supermodel, JESSICA STAM!HOW COOL IS THATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was about all of us being well,pixies and fairies haha ya and of course the models looked damn nice being pixies and fairies but i look like a fuck cause i was too skinny but i could fly faster esp than the male models cause they had too much muscles.HUHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the movie goes,we were actually workers for our master and we were at the verge to get overthrown by gargoyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And according to the movie,gargoyles will destroy anything that had to do with lights and of course us too,and there was this one point of time, our master alerted us to shut down the lights of the WHOLE simei estate (YA WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT?!?!?!?!?) including eastpoint,the flats,the community centres and schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were really afraid but we had to do our job to ensure the survival of our species.HAHAH YA YA WHATEVER.And so i flew like fuck when i went to block 124 i think and i was going thru every single house and i was shutting down their electricity and half way Hye Park flew pass and she shouted, "SHUT DOWN THE MAIN POWER AND IT'LL BE FASTER!!" with abit of korean accent.I was like YES!So i went to the main power which is at void deck i think and i shut down everything.Just after i shut down everything the gargoyles started coming and were hunting for us and then the director went,"CUTTTTT!that was fantastic.ok ok that's a wrap"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha FUCKING KENTAL.And then after that,the whole of us went to K-box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that's fucking surrealistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k bye!(pictures courtesy of style.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-6260306784649052735?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/6260306784649052735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=6260306784649052735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6260306784649052735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6260306784649052735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-i-told-you-that-ive-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RjHFHuawmiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JiOMRxU_ZjA/s72-c/00200m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-1734694450522768594</id><published>2007-04-25T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:58:12.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sick i am sick i am sick i am sick oh god oh god oh god oh god i am sick i am sick my throat hurts ahh my nose is like running tap and im running a high fever oh i am sick i am sick my throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make that to a song?Cause thats the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;i AM FEELING VERY BAD right now.But surprisingly i am eating non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i found my new found hobby:SLEEPING.yeah as cliche it sounds,but i can sleep and wake up at 11 am,eat bread and strawberry jams in singlet and boxers with eye shits and hair like fuck.i will stone for awhile and sleep again and wake up at 4.and i wake up doing the same thing but this time eating my lunch.and then ill turn sleepy again and sleep at wake up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly i turn so fresh after 7 and my hyper will go on and hafiz will be like,"where are you?" or "what are you doing?" and stuffs like that then ill be like yes i am at home yes i am at home yes i am at home.GOD WHEN CAN I WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ill sleep like about 3am and wake up the next day at 11am.And the whole story continues again and again.Tell me how boring is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again,sleeping is good you see cause there's alot of different surreal dreams.The other day i dreamt mdm saleha was teaching DnT.HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday i dreamt i was at banquet with my mum and yuzil and i bought char siew rice and i got a spark with the girl who is working there until i spill my soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other time i dreamt i had my mum's nose and i was like YESA im gonna be handsome and i walked around with that sharp nose and everyone was looking at me and i was like "HEY HEY HEY!" but halfway i fell inside a drain and suddenly i woke up and the first thing i did was to touch my nose and suddenly i felt that round ball again and i was like ho fuck shiiiiiit.if only i had my mum's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now im sleepy i think i wanna sleep.k bye.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-7427882364462087676</id><published>2007-04-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:30:24.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am just terribly disappointed by whatever happened after the band just now during fall in when that fucker alsagoff insulted/scolded/humiliated the band.i just felt so helpless  and i feel like omg if only an alumni has much more power and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am blogging this i just cant stand but to burst out in tears because i can still remember the words he used that were just harsh,rude and deep cutting to the kids and it wasnt nice to the ear,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he's trying to say that the kids got silver because they didnt play it from their hearts then ill give you one fucking recorder and TELL ME HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PLAY IT FROM THE HEART YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years in the music scene and as a musician NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE have i ever said to the band that they didnt play it from their heart.WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL THAT THEY BAND DIDNT PLAY IT FROM THE HEART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A MUSICIAN IN THE FIRST PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS MUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS BAND?&lt;br /&gt;if not then you dont fucking act like you're a big shot thinking that you know music cause i was all along there listening to your crap talking that makes my fucking EAR SWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are saying things like the sheer supidity of the band members and not understanding simple english AND YOU FUCKING WANNA START BOAST AND SAY THINGS LIKE,"if you dont understand english,you want me to talk to you in german language?HUH?CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO SPEAK GERMAN,WOULD YOU UNDERSTAND IF IVE SPOKEN GERMAN WITH YOU?I CAN ALSO SPEAK ARABIAN LANGUAGE,DO YOU WANT ME TO SPEAK IN ARABIC LANGUAGE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont fucking care if you can even speak in a caveman language.&lt;br /&gt;a simple fuck finger at your face would be more universal and understandable than any of your "OH-I-CAN-SPEAK-A-THOUSAND-LANGUAGE" behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ACT like someone who needs to be respected in the school,cause during my time,Mr Yap doesnt have to do these kind of things and he HAD MORE RESPECT than you do and oh yes,he didnt speak german or arabic or cantonese or korean or javanese language but the students still click with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you know why?HE WASNT BEHAVING LIKE A LICKARSE like you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just terribly sick to hear that band's reputation has gone down and this has to stop.IT HAS TO STOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-7427882364462087676?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/7427882364462087676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=7427882364462087676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/7427882364462087676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/7427882364462087676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-just-terribly-disappointed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-6205701873023249625</id><published>2007-04-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:24:05.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS TO JUNYUAN SYMPHONIC BAND FOR THE SILVER MEDAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKd4xMHLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jXHsNebzi3w/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054809509085322418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKd4xMHLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jXHsNebzi3w/s320/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all the hardwork that you guys have put in, each and every single one of you. This year's competition proved to be a very tough competition ever i think. With only 3 Gold with Honours and a few Golds given, what could possibly be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess the band kept their spirit high and fought all their way thru.And special thanks to Mr Prayoon Thong for really guiding the band.IF not for him the band wont be how it is now.I think the band has really improved and his patience(well he wasnt SO patient anymore when competition was was near,hahaha) and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also thanks to alumnis who have in a way to to, contributed by helping the juniors in making sure they are in shape.I think alumnis too play a vital role in this and SO WHERE IS THE ALUMNI BANDDDd.ARRRRRGGH i wanna kill the school.But before i forget, to all alumnis i just wanna say that as a senior of a band, yes it is our duty to help them and guide them with whatever experience we have, because we've gone through more than them but ALWAYS REMEMBER that NEVER abuse your position.Just because we think that we have no 'strings attached' whatsoever with the band or "Im not with the band anymore, so i can say anything i want" kind of thing, doesnt mean that we can condemn them and discourage them(well although we admit sometimes we do talk about their bad points) but what im trying to say is that, let's not pin at them at what they cant do, but MORE at WHAT they can do and i think that's much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i say this?Because i think it did work for the percussion section.Im not trying to boast or anything, but i feel they need more BOOST rather than BOOS.Get what i mean?Yeah, nothing big issue im trying to raise up here, just a kind thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKYYxMHKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nMWZqfNp_Cg/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054809414596041890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKYYxMHKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nMWZqfNp_Cg/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely percussion section.They may seem nice and sweet, but wait till you see them in action.THEY ARE FIERCE I TELL YOU. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKSoxMHJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YOjj8nJ70Rs/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054809315811794066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKSoxMHJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YOjj8nJ70Rs/s320/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The percussion section with seniors.Silas, Chee Leong, Jesper and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i gotta say kudos to ACS independent band. They made me had goosebumps with their set piece.Way to go guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for JYSB, it is not over yet. Now the focus is to train your sec ones hard and make sure they play better than you.Cause they are gonna be your successors and of course you want them to play good right.One day,you guys will get your gold,it's just a matter of time.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the whole thing,i went back and had a nap, and hafiz called me and OFF we went to cycling with hafiz and fahmy(WELL ACTUALLY ive been having this kind of activities late late at night like these with magg faarisi and all,hahahahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta admit that smoking really affects your stamina, like seriously.It made 3 of us really really slow during cycling.But we were sweating it out!ALL THE WAY to changi( 2nd time for me in a week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were cycling around the OCH area when suddenly "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" went hafiz.AND fuck he got bitten by some dinosaur ants and omg i swear it was huge and those things made me have goosebumps the second time on that very day, and surprisingly, it wasnt the OCH. But some gruesome ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fuck his toes were bleeding profusely, i could have only wished we brought sheildtox and flamethrower them with lighters.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we sat down at changi beach club and talk about crocodiles HAHAHAHA and survivors of the tsunami incident yeah and anything and everything that was related to the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back like half an hour later when another accident happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was at loyang area and i was cycling behind fahmy and suddenly his wheels jerked or something and he was tumbling into a sharp curb and fell to the side,into the grasses.It was like a ferris wheel, seriously.And the fall was seriously bad until a car drove by stopped by to see what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently he injured his elbow and he had deep cuts at the hands,knee caps and thighs and his tee became an artwork with blood all over.Hafiz and me were totally freaked out.But he's fine,haha and he blames it on the bitch.YA fuck the bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKFIxMHII/AAAAAAAAAGI/7Rhj4z8apdM/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054809083883560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKFIxMHII/AAAAAAAAAGI/7Rhj4z8apdM/s320/DSC01284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Poor fellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-6205701873023249625?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/6205701873023249625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=6205701873023249625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6205701873023249625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/6205701873023249625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/congratulations-to-junyuan-symphonic.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RiZKd4xMHLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jXHsNebzi3w/s72-c/DSC01273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-3470089181586079011</id><published>2007-04-13T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:12:38.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is very sad that when i come back to my secondary school band and to hear that the band has been giving alot of problems and complaints be it teachers and residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like last time there wasnt these kind of problems and band was the CCA where everyone looked up to but it seems as if the band has tarnish its own name. Im actually shock and disappointed to hear all this. Well partly it can be the band's fault but i WAS FUCKING MAD JUST NOW.FUCKING FUCKING MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TEACHER,WHOEVER THE FUCK HE IS,BY THE NAME OF ALSAGOFF(YA GET THAT NAME RIGHT),GAVE THE BAND LIKE TWO MINUTES TO FALL OUT FROM THE CAR PORCH.AND WHEN THE BAND WAS GONNA FALL OUT HE GAVE THEM COMMANDS LIKE," 20 SECONDS.......15!!!!10!!!!8!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME WHO THE FUCK IS HE.HE IS NOT,AND I TELL YOU,HE IS NOT A BAND TEACHER IN CHARGE AND EVEN THE BAND TEACHER IN CHARGE DOESNT DO THAT TO THE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY THE HELL DID HE DO IT?BECAUSE THE BAND ALWAYS TAKE TOO MUCH TIME AND ONCE THEY HAD TO CLIMB OUT OF THE GATE BECAUSE THE SECURITY LOCKED THEM IN BECAUSE THEY TOOK SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE,IF HE WANTS THE BAND TO FUCK OFF,WHY DIDNT HE ASK THE NCC GROUP TO FUCK OFF TOO(NOT THAT IM AGAINST NCC OR SOMETHING).I MEAN,THEY WERE STILL STROLLING AROUND IN SCHOOL WHAT AND WHEN THE WHOLE BAND WAS OUT FROM THE SCHOOL I CAN STILL SEE NCC PEOPLE COMING OUT WHAT.well i dunno whether he asked them to shhhheww off but still he was being such a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FACT THAT SUCILLIA DANIEL GOT OH-SO-TERASE because the band is having their competition on tuesday and tmr is the only day the band is having prac,and they are not gonna have practice on monday and the drum major said that the teachers were lazy and HA-HA-HA the band cheered!!and happened that she came out from the office and she heard and she went like, "WHICH CCA IS THIS?! that wasnt funny at all u know that,that was ruUUde" and she asked who was the drum major and if he is then she's ashamed HU-HU-HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ya actually the drum major was wrong but he's right in a way.The teachers(well not ALL of them) are kinda lazy.Why cant they just stay back for awhile for the band,seriously.And band is not some kind of cca where you have like 3 hours of practice a day for like 2 days and then WEEEEEEEEEEE WE CAN GET A GOLD kind of thing.They just fucking dunno how other schools really worked.Ive heard of schools which have band practices early in the morning before the school starts and the students have to come at 4 in the morning.And after that it's school and after school they carry on til like 7 or 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think she was such AAAAAAAAAA BITCH,what, she scolded them just because "OH IM A TEACHER TOO AND I REPRESENT THE REST OF MY COLLEAGUES and you guys cant say the teachers are lazy because we are busy and you dont know our schedule and family BLA BLA BLA" well that's your problem.And what im saying here also,doesnt mean that the band teachers are lazy,of course they are trying their very best,but that sucillia gets in my nervess.WELL i think it's from last time when i was still in school,i FUCKING hate her.she thinks she is some kind of a slut or a scumbag whichever you prefer that is JUST SO SNOBBISH,she thinks she's the prettiest in junyuan and what,now she's a HOD or something,FWOAH she thinks she's some kind of the spartan or something.WELL FUCK THAT.i dont give a damn,bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND RESIDENTS ARE ALSO COMPLAINING BECAUSE THE BAND IS MAKING SO MUCH NOISE OH WELL FUCK THE RESIDENTS.i dont understand why they have to complain when we have neighbourhood outdoor bands and outdoor bands are so much noisier than us so why the hell are they complaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should fucking pack their bags and have a stay in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont understand that their new principal,this janet oh or something,will sack the conductor if the band doesnt get a gold.kanasai,you are playing with someone's rice bowl you know that and he's not even a local.he's s thai.And you think what,you like you keep him if you dont like you throw him because he's not giving results to the band.in the FIRST PLACE,you dunno how much the conductor has given to the members and as an alumni here i feel he has really brought alot of improvements to the band and he is trying his very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RESULT DOESNT MATTER,WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER CAN THE CONDUCTOR GET ALONG WITH THE BAND OR NOT.AND IF REALLY SHE"S GONNA SACK HIM BECAUSE THE BAND GETS A SILVER AND IM GONNA GATHER ALL THE ALUMNIS AND BURN HER FILTHY OFFICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma,mido and other alumnis,if you guys are reading this, we are going for a riot someday.just be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YES,and i heard recently that the teachers are being so kaypo that they are reading the students' blogs!and if let say that the kids said something bad about them,they will be questioned and maybe sent to the recovery room.WHAT THE FUCK AND KABOOOOOOOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess blogs are not personal anymore huh.Well if any of the teachers are reading this,just tell yourselves that sometimes some teachers are not morally educated too.you can be someone who's having masters and that kind of shit,but if you character is fucking smelly THEN WHAT"S THE POINT TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason im blogging about this because i am not condemning them,but im saying that WHAT they did was wrong.AND STUDENTS ARE NOT SOME KIND OF A DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOOD LUCK FOR MY JUNIORS,ALL THE WAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-3470089181586079011?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/3470089181586079011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=3470089181586079011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3470089181586079011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3470089181586079011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-very-sad-that-when-i-come-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-1637750821617850136</id><published>2007-04-09T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T05:13:30.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life,yes,my life,is FUCKING(with salivas all out) boring right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously sia,why hasnt RAOUL called me yetttttttttttttt,I AM WAITING FOR YOUR CALLSSSS DAMN IT.i seriously dont understand WHY i cant get a job.ive been applying for SOOOOOOOOOO many places but they just dont reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i had to thank darren for dresser jobs here and there.The other day i was doing dresser at POIS fashion show at Paragon,fucking nice gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what ive been doing lately is just slacking with hafiz and fahmy and my secondary sch gangs.OMG AND I NEED MONEY LA SIAL.WHERE IS THE JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes saturday will be a cycling day for me,faarisi and magg.whoever wants to join we will welcome you.K LA i want to watch american idol on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING BORING.(TRUE THAT!TRUE THAT!HA-HA-HA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1637750821617850136?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1637750821617850136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1637750821617850136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1637750821617850136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1637750821617850136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lifeyesmy-lifeis-fuckingwith-salivas.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-3959685412091687529</id><published>2007-04-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:58:42.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blogging and my mouse HANGED AND I CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT AND IM SWEATING LIKE A PIG BECAUSE IT PISSES ME OFF.ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for calls from companies that ive applied to,i suddenly had a call from darren to work as a dresser.It was my first time actually and it was kinda scary,like how will it go like and bla bla bla.Well since i didnt get thru Singapore Fashion Festival,i told myself well why not work for this Marina Square fashion show for the experience.The shows include a collection by an australian designer,Justine, with her label, DavisEyes.She and her assisstant were two really nice people who helped us in everything they could.Other fashion shows include FashionableFriday and dunno what Youth Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a dresser is seriously no joke.After the whole thing i think ive become much much more alert in everything i do cause i think the whole dresser thing,synchronizing the outfits with shoes,knowing what outfit comes next,being extremely fast in dressing up the models and knowing how are the clothes being worn,really taught me alot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXvY7n04I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-dZ3CL1FHoI/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049405710126273410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXvY7n04I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-dZ3CL1FHoI/s320/DSC01081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Katya,very interesting name huh.I think she's my age.At first she seems very quiet and reserved,but when the show started,she was jumping around and shouting around which was something i didnt expect out of her.And she kept asking me,"IS IT WORN LIKE THIS?" "ARE YOU SURE IT"S WORN LIKE THIS!?" and i kept saying "YES YES YES YES YES YES" dunno for how many times.And there was this VERY funny incident that happened that she shouted damn loud at the backstage and i was like "HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!".hahahahah but of course i cant tell it here.you wanna know the story you ask me when you see me outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXfo7n03I/AAAAAAAAAF4/H6j_S_Js2-8/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049405439543333746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXfo7n03I/AAAAAAAAAF4/H6j_S_Js2-8/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Gabriella.One of my favourites. She's like this happy-g0-lucky-and-dont-ever-get-stressed-before-shows kinda model.VERY TALL,LONG HAIR,deep sexy voice, i was kinda scared with her at first, but she was very nice because before the show started,she was dancing all around and flipping her hair from side to side like in a trance and she kept eating sweets NON stop while the show was starting and she even offered and forced me to eat her sweets while i was busy arranging the outfits.She's another model who kept shouting and jumping while changing the outfits and both of us kept laughing non stop everytime when outfits had to be changed cause it's just so funny.But gabriella was very nice and polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXKo7n02I/AAAAAAAAAFw/u2X_zMoU5UY/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049405078766080866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXKo7n02I/AAAAAAAAAFw/u2X_zMoU5UY/s320/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha!THIS IS MEKI.VERY VERY playful model.She's very weird cause she looks malay, she speak english like a thai, but she as mumbling to herself in chinese when i caught her and asked, "ARE YOU CHINESE?". And she was like ," NO!(giggle giggle)". And i kept playing that guessing game and asked her where is she from but she just wont tell.BUT NOW I KNOW where is she from after ida told me about it.MAUAHAHAHA.This meki loveeeeessss doing one thing that she does best- annoying people(well annoying me that is).She always have to make me feel stress because of shoes. i always asked her. "so for this outfit you gotta wear this shoes" and she cut me from talking and went like " NO!THAT"S NOT THE SHOE!" and then i will start to panic and then the next thing she'll be like "No la no la.im just kidding!i was trying to annoy you" and she will start laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also another funny incident that happened but i wont tell it here also hahaha but one funny thing that happened was when on the first day when i worked with her,i had to tie a knot on the dress that she was wearing and i guessed i didnt tie it tight and she shouted "MORE!MORE MORE!!!". i was fucking deaf and i was like "???", "LOW LOW LOW????HOW LOW YOU WANT IT?!!".hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMW-I7n01I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1qMSLEBUihw/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049404864017716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMW-I7n01I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1qMSLEBUihw/s320/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sayora,probably one of the most RESPECTABLE model ive worked with. She's very quiet,she doesnt talk much,very well reserved and always doing her own stuff.I was really mesmerised to see her beauty because i think she's japanese caucasian and she had this really classic look,very slim and TALLLLLLLLL.And what's interesting about her is that she doesnt go around and YA YA YA YA YA like other models do and she apologizes for the things she's done wrong when there was this point of time she had to change back to her final outfit back but she was doing her hair and i approached her and said,"sayora!you gotta change back to this outfit!" and she was like "OH!!that outfit,sorry sorry sorry" and she quickly change and adjust her hair back.THAT,i gotta respect her.Some other models just dont bother and make you feel like a fool but Sayora doesnt.If given the chance i would really wanna know her more cause she's such a very and interesting person,let alone her name,SAYORA!always reminded me of memoirs of the geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got paid and now im broke again.FUCK.when the hell am i gonna get a job.urgh.ok i hope my mouse doesnt  treat me like a fuck.ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-3959685412091687529?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/3959685412091687529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=3959685412091687529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3959685412091687529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3959685412091687529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-blogging-and-my-mouse-hanged-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RhMXvY7n04I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-dZ3CL1FHoI/s72-c/DSC01081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-1765731908379431850</id><published>2007-03-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:54:46.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFg4hPpMKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ojB5-eXmgms/s1600-h/ea48e228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044419581744591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFg4hPpMKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ojB5-eXmgms/s320/ea48e228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was so tired that i forgot to blog about my recent concert!!hahahahaha ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess the concert was quite a roaring success cause there were ALOT of people that they had to put extra seats on the stage area that the band had to be positioned the other way round.And of course the pieces were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgvxPpMJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/amF_ULSFiuc/s1600-h/ea48e1f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044419431420735634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgvxPpMJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/amF_ULSFiuc/s320/ea48e1f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole percussion  section including mr willy tan( in one in white shirt). Credits have to go to him because he really guided us throughout the whole process of this concert, and i think we've really really improved under his guidance!And special thanks to shu juan too for helping us!!(esp in refilling my bird whistle every single time!hahah thanks alot ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill leave you guys with pictures then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgmhPpMII/AAAAAAAAAEs/d0FUYFQF2FM/s1600-h/ea48e217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044419272506945666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgmhPpMII/AAAAAAAAAEs/d0FUYFQF2FM/s320/ea48e217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Band during rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgeBPpMHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vIJoeEGcb6o/s1600-h/ea48e208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044419126478057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFgeBPpMHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vIJoeEGcb6o/s320/ea48e208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I FUCKING LOVE THIS PIC ALOT,only firdauz not inside.Just look at the composition of this whole picture,it's just fucking cool.(only selene looks fierce.HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFf0hPpMFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dr-_KXxWOGA/s1600-h/ea48e1e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044418413513486418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFf0hPpMFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dr-_KXxWOGA/s320/ea48e1e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is during interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFeShPpMEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oiGTDANuJB4/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044416729886306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFeShPpMEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oiGTDANuJB4/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my juniors.thanks for coming guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFd2xPpMDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-GkDFsUHPBE/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044416253144936498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFd2xPpMDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-GkDFsUHPBE/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my lovely parents and yuzil were there to support me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFdVRPpMCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O8DXYR33bho/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044415677619318818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFdVRPpMCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O8DXYR33bho/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love.that's all i gotta say.good job guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK FUCK THIS POST IS FUCKING BORING BECAUSE I HAVEN PACK FOR TMR's CHALET.OK BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1765731908379431850?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1765731908379431850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1765731908379431850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1765731908379431850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1765731908379431850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-so-tired-that-i-forgot-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RgFg4hPpMKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ojB5-eXmgms/s72-c/ea48e228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-5272570362892385805</id><published>2007-03-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:35:46.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is gonna change now.im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-5272570362892385805?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/5272570362892385805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=5272570362892385805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/5272570362892385805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/5272570362892385805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/everything-is-gonna-change-now.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-2882965814332401671</id><published>2007-03-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:19:59.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like finally, assessment is finally over.YOU KNOW HOW MUCH BURDEN THAT IS?!&lt;br /&gt;and of course ive lost more kilos.EVERY assessment my sleeping time will not be regular,eating time not regular so i will lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY!actually i owe myself 8 hours of running non stop cause for four days straight i was eating briyani at the prostitute kopitiam and it is said by doctors that to lose the calories of one plate of briyani,you gotta run 2 hours non stop,and i ate like 4 plates, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 X 2 = 8 HOURS OF RUNNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,it was pure madness for everyone of us cause everyday it's the same thing over and over again,you get up at eight and leave school only at ten at night.And the greatest challenge has got to be sewing.Like i really underestimate by garment cause the mock up was easy but the actual was far more difficult than i expected cause the piping part(the red linings you see on my garment) was seriously as ass.JUST FOR THE LOOPS i wasted like 4 days because it was seriously difficult but i managed to pull it through when i kept thinking of the guy who said, "See you in Paris," which really makes me inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lining part(inner part) of the garment was quite an ass too.But i really gotta thank Eliza for really guiding all the way in realizing my own garment.Well actually thanks to Ruby and of course Angelynn for the drafting and design side cause without them i think my garment would have been a rubbish.Only that during the assessment i didnt have time to send for button hole and stitching buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, MY HOD WAS PRETTY MUCH AN ASS.Okla he did gave me some constructive comments.Ok i admit that probably my presentation wasnt that good,my research wasnt that extensive,or whatsoever,well you dont have to be such an ass making me look like a stupid fool while im doing my assessment, by asking me questions that i cant answer and when i try answering them you will, "ahh,never mind,move on,dont waste time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA KANINA BUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to shut him up because i was talking about my customer profile, their income, occupation, hobbies, housings and i was explaining that my customers should probably live in HDB flats, condos, private housings bla bla and my LOVEEEEEEELYYYY HOD went like, "SOO you're saying if im gonna wear your design and im living in HDB flat, i will have all my neighbours talking about what the hell i am wearing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer was simple, " well that's sad *******, why do you have to bother what your neighbours will say about you?well i think that IF you know you are fashionable and confident of yourself then you dont have to be insecure of youself of what your neighbours will think of you what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhaha.i dunno la,i just felt SOOO IRRITATED BY HIM.ok probably they were really testing on our patience or what,but hey dont ask questions that are not logical please.What,only people living in HDB flats have neighbours?people living in condos and private apartments no neighbours is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i gotta say angelynn, debra, ruby and eliza was love.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, *******, IF YOU THINK i am one useless malay guy who cant make it in fashion and im a pest in your school, well think again.I AM HELL GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND MAKE SURE YOUR JAW DROP DOWN TO THE FLOOR LOOKING AT MY GRADUATION COLLECTION AND I JOLLY WIPE THAT SOUR LOOK OFF YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna become a lecturer in your school.hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here are some of the pictures we took after our assessment.All of us are wearing our garments because we really took pride in our workmanship and design YOU FUCKERS OUT THERE IF YOU THINK THAT GUYS WEARING FEMALE GARMENTS ARE SISSY then you go fuck yourself because we DO TAKE PRIDE in whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoMjyIMJxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2KBYAcYfVBg/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042356541685770002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoMjyIMJxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2KBYAcYfVBg/s320/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually if you see properly, all of us are actually very very tired especially me because i didnt sleep for two nights straight trying to do finish up work and most of us stayed very late to complete garments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok let me explain to you more about the garments k. From the left, chiman,my mock boyfriend(HAHA) was inspired by chinese painting an did an empire dress(but the shirt was his, he just put the dress on) with box pleated bottom(which actually comes with waist belt and laser cut flower blossoms stitched on) which made the whole thing,very clean and nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, i was going for military. I was inspired by Mao Ze Dong and the communist movement so i did a jacket,princess seamed with a knife pleats shouldered detailed with lapels and side loops.Lining in full red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shana, my ex girlfriend, also did an empire  gathered bustier- like dress with A- line bottom and her inspiration is interesting: Alice in wonderland. Thats why you can see the diamond prints actually comes from the poker cards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liana, also another one of my ex girlfriend, was inspired by nature, maple leaves to be precise, also did empire bustier-life dress but her garment had many pleats at the top and bottom. What mde her garment nice is the printings she did on to her garment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin,the one beside liana, was also inspired by military, but his theme was the napoleon(is that how you spell it). A HUGE men's trench coat, piped in curduroy and buttoned in gold chains.Very daring attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ida in the other hand loves brazilian samba costumes and her garment was also an empire dress yoked in glittery sequined and stoned trimmings and her bottom is layered with i think 4 different fabrics!Anytime her garment could turn couture-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally stefan, was all about the disco glam. Inspired by the disco era and roberto cavalli being a famous designer for his dramatic use of fabrics like leopard prints and stuffs, he made use of that beautiful striped georgette for his dress.Yoked in black,adorned with eyelets.Total glam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoLnSIMJwI/AAAAAAAAADs/0N4Cqal3zOY/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042355502303684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoLnSIMJwI/AAAAAAAAADs/0N4Cqal3zOY/s320/DSC02754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YA like as if i dont have an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO finally it's a break for me.WEEEEEEE.and im gonna look for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This saturday comworks concert!WUHU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoKxCIMJvI/AAAAAAAAADk/ADDZjQLR2tY/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042354570295781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoKxCIMJvI/AAAAAAAAADk/ADDZjQLR2tY/s320/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways,Angelynn,we'll make you proud for our graduation show ok, we'll promise =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-2882965814332401671?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/2882965814332401671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=2882965814332401671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/2882965814332401671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/2882965814332401671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-finally-assessment-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfoMjyIMJxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2KBYAcYfVBg/s72-c/DSC02748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-1258714306602105811</id><published>2007-03-10T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:27:08.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times like this i really feel like dying.REALLY REALLY FEEL LIKE DYING.how is it possible to get my button holes ready in a day before assessment and start sewing buttons?i even haven joint the linings and the actual fabrics.and i STILL did the pipings despite 248y204 times and when eliza told me not to do it but i still insist on doing in at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO SWS COMWORKS CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,i leave you with this two pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfLpByIMJuI/AAAAAAAAADc/64s0tEi-CYU/s1600-h/yys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040347149826270946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfLpByIMJuI/AAAAAAAAADc/64s0tEi-CYU/s320/yys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfLo6iIMJtI/AAAAAAAAADU/cdFz1kygF-s/s1600-h/alfrismiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040347025272219346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfLo6iIMJtI/AAAAAAAAADU/cdFz1kygF-s/s320/alfrismiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar?They say, like father like son.Only that he's afro is much bigger than mine but he didnt shampoo it.well i did.and now it's gone.hahaha,bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-1258714306602105811?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/1258714306602105811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=1258714306602105811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1258714306602105811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/1258714306602105811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-times-like-this-i-really-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RfLpByIMJuI/AAAAAAAAADc/64s0tEi-CYU/s72-c/yys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-247859059333395491</id><published>2007-03-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:27:12.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT WAS PRESENTATION DAY LAST WEDNESDAY!(and we planned to look kinda formal to get extra marks,haiya but we didnt).Anyways, it was kinda hell for us cause there were so many datelines last week and it was a total hectic week(well the worst is yet to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luckily my group, Lin and Ida, managed to finish everything single thing-powerpoint slides, business report, customer profiling and many more.Well actually we were rushing like mad in the morning before the presentation to touch things up but i guessed it was more than touching up our work,we were REFINING IT.HAHA.ok ill leave you with the pictures then =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7umDcM1wI/AAAAAAAAADM/VBIFbNc1ofM/s1600-h/IMG_7590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039227370600191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7umDcM1wI/AAAAAAAAADM/VBIFbNc1ofM/s320/IMG_7590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7uBjcM1uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q9V7r4L-3Iw/s1600-h/IMG_7586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039226743534966498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7uBjcM1uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q9V7r4L-3Iw/s320/IMG_7586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tvzcM1tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rD1G0r9JbGM/s1600-h/IMG_7594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039226438592288466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tvzcM1tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rD1G0r9JbGM/s320/IMG_7594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tYTcM1sI/AAAAAAAAACs/2F0cjq0S0Fk/s1600-h/IMG_7598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039226034865362626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tYTcM1sI/AAAAAAAAACs/2F0cjq0S0Fk/s320/IMG_7598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tMjcM1rI/AAAAAAAAACk/K7lbUkra3Ig/s1600-h/IMG_7599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039225833001899698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7tMjcM1rI/AAAAAAAAACk/K7lbUkra3Ig/s320/IMG_7599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7s9jcM1qI/AAAAAAAAACc/xOX7DV4j2cA/s1600-h/IMG_7607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039225575303861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7s9jcM1qI/AAAAAAAAACc/xOX7DV4j2cA/s320/IMG_7607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7syjcM1pI/AAAAAAAAACU/uOAPul9IdUg/s1600-h/IMG_7609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039225386325300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7syjcM1pI/AAAAAAAAACU/uOAPul9IdUg/s320/IMG_7609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7siDcM1oI/AAAAAAAAACM/gIOnntoTxfc/s1600-h/IMG_7608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039225102857459330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7siDcM1oI/AAAAAAAAACM/gIOnntoTxfc/s320/IMG_7608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya not so many i know cause im abit lazy to load the other pics.Anyway the reason im blogging it's because that im trying to release abit of stress after redoing my styling page and my model styling with the hair and make up bla bla bla and cutting my lining fabric.I actually plan to do inspiration board or the whatever it is but hey who could resist the internet right,after all my photoshop is fucking slow like sloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE TO SEW TMR I DONT CARE.i am so fucking pissed off because i dont get to sew my garment just now because the sewing room was full.and this stupid sewing machine of mine sitting in my room like one fat bitch is making me damn pissed just because one tiny winy piny tuny huny buny cuny wury thread is stuck at the bobbin and ive poured like gallons of oil to take it out but it's still stuck.i am SO gonna call the PFAFF people tmr since (EHEM) eliza kinda saved my life cause she complaint that her students are having problems with their machines.haha how nice.Thats why from now on i call her IBU. Everytime when i wanna consult her ill say," Ibuuuuk,ibuuuuk" but as always im always talking to the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the photocopy shop infront of my house just now and i wanted to photocopy my selected designs for the styling page,so i asked the auntie to photocopy this and that and i kept flipping my pages.And then suddenly there was this man standing beside,waiting for his turn cause he wanted to photocopy some things but he actually kind of glancing at my designs cause aiya of course it was in A3,huge enough for him to peep.After i finished photocopying, i paid the auntie and waited for the change.Suddenly this man asked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: "Are you in Temasek Poly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "No,im in NAFA,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: "Oh i see, i see, Fashion Design?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Haha yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: "You design for women?No men?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Haha got abit la,but i design more for women"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man: "I see I see, that's good. See you in Paris then"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH HUH HUH HAH HAH HOH HOH.DOES HE SOUND SERIOUS OR WHAT?but actually he did,he sounded so fucking serious.i was like WHHHHHAT when he said that,i only giggled abit.but inside my head i was like omg is this man talking sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way he did talk some sense.After he said that,suddenly this SEMANGAT(confidence) just boost right out of me and suddenly i feel that i can do this.Thats why i went home and suddenly there's so much things i did for fashion design.And im considering to become a menswear designer too after what he asked.hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7sUjcM1nI/AAAAAAAAACE/PLJCXUHpmPg/s1600-h/photoshopped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039224870929225330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Re7sUjcM1nI/AAAAAAAAACE/PLJCXUHpmPg/s320/photoshopped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me setting up a label in Paris?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK OK REALITY CHECK:ASSESSMENT IN SIX DAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Gerber: Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Business Com: Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Draping: Journal not done, one drape piece missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pattern Making: Miniature actual garment not done, cover page for every envelopes not done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Textile Design: Scarf not finished,Laser cut not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sewing: Only manage to sew the back,two back princesses and the front princesses to the side seam.Front,Facing,Loops,Sleeves,Pleats at shoulder,Lapels,Pipings,Linings,BUTTONS AND BUTTONHOLES not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Fashion design: Final illustrations not coloured,Flat drawings not done.Inspiration board not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK FUCK THAT's ALOT HOKAY.DIE.BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-247859059333395491?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/247859059333395491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=247859059333395491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/247859059333395491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stupid comp lab is like fucking cool like an artic and someone inside this room kept "helo helo helo helo helo" on her phone for like 23523 times just put down the phone la bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to do sewing today?!they say 3rd year students using.so what.i wanna finish my jacket by this week and i have to send for button hole making and i dont want to sew the buttons myself cause i got other better things to do than sewing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to complete my FD by this week no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again,"HELO HELO HELO"&lt;br /&gt;DIAM LA PANTAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i must have been really really bored and later theree's rabbit's class zomg im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to come to sws concertttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's merry widow and hymm to the infinite sky was fucking orgasmic that my bass drum nearly flew by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHAT IS TAKING CHIMAN SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;ok im bored bye bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-3329885903349712757?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/3329885903349712757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=3329885903349712757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3329885903349712757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/3329885903349712757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-school-waiting-for-chiman-to-edit.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-8086053626707273156</id><published>2007-03-03T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:53:22.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMAGINE THIS: blogging 3/4-ly and then the whole house electricity dripped."WOW"-imagine debra wilson doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya like WOW right?you can literally hear the "CHHHHHHHHHHHHIIUUUUUUUT" when the comp shuts suddenly.and my mum blamed the computer while actually she was doing some cooking and i think she played around with the kettle plug.ape saje.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was actually very fun.The band Alumni actually gathered together and had held a motivation camp for the band members organized by emma and mido.We were actually kind of worried whether it will turn out well or not,but i think it did,although there were a few mishaps here and there.But it was ok,the camp was short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see all the alumnis coming back together suddenly brings back all the sweet sweet memories when we used to be in the black and red uniform at the parade waiting for the cue to play marches, having a concert at VCH for the first time and we were so suaku, and working so hard and kept thinking we were the best CCA in junyuan, slacking til late every saturday band pracs and other fond memories.But the times are over, and now we are continuing our legacy to the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp actually started with ice breaker games, and the "amazing race" kind of games with loads of teamwork efforts were given to every group and they had to run about looking for stations.And we had a band mass dance where me and mido chereographed the dance and i had to teach every single group at my station and it was NO JOKE.My stamina is really going down,too much smoking,too much smoking.Like after i taught one group i already started gasping for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing at night we had the REAL motivation part of the camp where emma gave a talk with powerpoint slides on motivation and SYF matters,and i gave a short talk on musicianship and the importance of playing.Well actually i think the camp did worked out, well i hope it did for the members,cause i think the alumni really put in lots of effort in making this a success.What we can do now is just pray for the best for the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back with yuzil and my dear brother wanted to give us a treat which was surprising!!Probably his birthday is coming.We went to simpang bedok and HAHA i saw nazreen and faizal from SWS.HAHA nazreen was like "EH ALFRI!DENGAN SIAPE!OKOK SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!" haha i think the sws people will understand how nazreen sounds like.Faizal was as always the cool and the gang(afidah's word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was really craving for hokkien mee,and i ordered opeh hokkien mee,medium size which cost like $9, thinking that it was expensive because of the opeh and usually hokkien mee is little so i thought of having a medium size one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up, it was ONE HUGE AMOUNT OF HOKKIEN MEE served in like those you know,curry head fish.IF i can really study my hokkien mee properly, probably it was for 4 person serving.THAT MUCH HOKAY.Imagine having 9 prawns,cuttlefish everywhere, one whole lump of chilli and a whole map of noodles.I nearly died eating it.And actually thought of slacking with ida and hafiz but i cannot tahan.i was too full and sleepy, i went home and slept straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcement:&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE WIND SYMPHONY PRESENTS: COMWORKS '07&lt;br /&gt;A concert which features a range of competition pieces that is played by various secondary schools for SYF 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Ulu Pandan CC(a five mins walk from Bouna Vista Mrt)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17th March 2007, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Tix: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoires:(not in order)&lt;br /&gt;Abram's Persuit&lt;br /&gt;The 7th night of July&lt;br /&gt;At dawn they slept&lt;br /&gt;Flight of Valor&lt;br /&gt;In the Winter 1730&lt;br /&gt;Into the Joy of Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Dreams and Legends&lt;br /&gt;Green Hills Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Hymm to the Infinite Sky&lt;br /&gt;Merry Widow&lt;br /&gt;Second Suite for Band, movement 3: Guaracha &amp; movement 4: Pasa doble "a la corrida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If interested please inform me as soon as possible.(PSSST,look out for hymm to the infinite sky!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-8086053626707273156?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/8086053626707273156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=8086053626707273156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/8086053626707273156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/8086053626707273156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/03/imagine-this-blogging-34-ly-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-4607114838746852583</id><published>2007-02-21T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:30:23.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz1D_S31QI/AAAAAAAAABE/azDRHBcL6UY/s1600-h/IMG_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034167932372374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz1D_S31QI/AAAAAAAAABE/azDRHBcL6UY/s320/IMG_7275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TONG TONG TONG CHIANG TONG CHIANG TONG CHIANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES it's the year of the oinks and we're celebrating it too!We were at stefan's house to grace this fabulous festival with his friends and families.What made it even more interesting that every year stefan's father will ask the lion dance troops to perform for them,or probably some ritual or something and we missed it this last year,so we cant afford to miss it this year!So the whole of us were there:farhan,zurah,liana,ida,haziq,chiman,colin,lin,nino,shana.Too bad putra and hafiz didnt join us,they missed so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND yes,all of us dressed in something red and even ida and lin were in cheongsams!we actually planned wearing something red so it will make the whole occasion much more happening.haha but stefan was actually quite shock that ida and lin was in cheongsam and many of us were in something red and he wasnt!hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz08vS31PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pDlRZsrPhLI/s1600-h/IMG_7192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034167807818323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz08vS31PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pDlRZsrPhLI/s320/IMG_7192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So,while waiting for the lion dance troops to come, we snapped a few pictures.haha NICE RIGHT!(omg and chrysantemum(is that how you spell that yellow flower) tea is love sia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0ivS31OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KX4DsAAN93s/s1600-h/IMG_7226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034167361141724386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0ivS31OI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KX4DsAAN93s/s320/IMG_7226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So at about 2 plus,we already heard some welcoming drummings from a distance and we can already see flags and dragons coming.it's the LION DANCE TROOOOOOOOOPS.wuhu.all of us quickly gathered infront of the door to watch the spectacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They actually first started by having two lions( as seen by above) and a man in the front,with some dried leaf ushering them to the whole house,even to the rooms and all to give blessings or something and followed by the dragons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after some dancing and performance, there was this part where stefan's father arranged the lettuce and oranges and the lion started dancing following the drum beats and gobbling up the lettuce and oranges and then at the end of the whole thing it will sit down infront of the door and the thing starts spitting?to throw some good luck to the house i guess but IDA AND HAZIQ didnt catch that i guess so they were kinda freaked out.HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when the lion started throwing coins hahaha you can just imagine how funny is it to see all the aunties and ah ma's started shouting and grabbing the coins in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only the lions threw some blue notes wouldnt it be better,then it's worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0WfS31NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q2R2jGu8Mlc/s1600-h/IMG_7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034167150688326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0WfS31NI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q2R2jGu8Mlc/s320/IMG_7214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All engrossed watching the lion dance coming into the house.Look at zurah.I think she felt like pouncing onto one of the lions.Haziq( sitting down) was tired i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the whole great show,stefan's father opened a table for us outside the house and all of us had mee siam, epok-epok, ice creams, fried sotong balls,hash browns, chocolates and bla bla bla OMG IT WAS SUMPTUOUS OK FULL STOP.then nino and lin came,haha which actually they got lost somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the whole feast, we went straight away to stefan's room and laze around and cam whored, as usual.OMG and i have to tell you this: stefan has the BEST matteres ever.EVERYTIME if i lay down on his bed i tell you i will surely sleep.And i did of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0JfS31MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VCIvJe6C-NI/s1600-h/IMG_7322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034166927350027458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdz0JfS31MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VCIvJe6C-NI/s320/IMG_7322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liana's seducing eyes.Zurah's a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdzz7_S31LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YurG557YJiU/s1600-h/IMG_7331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034166695421793458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/Rdzz7_S31LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YurG557YJiU/s320/IMG_7331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liana looking like a terminator.Ida looking like a mamasan.well actually ida and lin really looked like a mamasan that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RdzzuPS31KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zl90G9URxOo/s1600-h/IMG_7311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034166459198592162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RdzzuPS31KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zl90G9URxOo/s320/IMG_7311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zurah and farhan.the best couple ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RdzzffS31JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7wTdACq3-eI/s1600-h/IMG_7303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034166205795521682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wFZ5plc9y70/RdzzffS31JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7wTdACq3-eI/s320/IMG_7303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after this pic i dozed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the whole celebration was great.I should have worn a male cheongsam the other day,but too bad i dont have one.We slacked for like one a half hours or so before all of us went back.NO THEY WENT BACK and CHANGE and they were at MOS and St James while i was stuck at my grandmother's house.urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSESSMENT AND COMWORKS CONCERT IN 3 WEEKS TIME!IM SO EXCITED!(haha fuck alfri actually you're scared of assessment right,talk cock).But i really am excited for comworks concert i swear!come and support me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-4607114838746852583?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/4607114838746852583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=4607114838746852583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/4607114838746852583'/><link rel='self' 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quoted by farhan).&lt;br /&gt;i actually kind of forgot that it was valentine's day until i went out to meet stefan shana with jemie to go Club 21 and i saw so many couples taking the train.and like all of them are with roses, tulips, daisies, bunge taik ayam and many more.Some even had balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sweet to see the celebration of love.When you walk at Orchard it's like everywhere is FILLED with flowers and secondary/jc students all came down to celebrate in their uniforms and i saw tweety balloons floating by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i had class and im getting real sick cause i was smoking farhan's ciggies and i didnt have enough sleep at all and i was having a hell of a merry-go- round affair and i had religious class at night!LOSER RIGHT.aiya but what to do,single what,so fuck it la.&lt;br /&gt;So couples enjoy your valentines and use protection =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been quite an emo person i dunno why.Probably farhan's dominant emo traits have been passed down to me.you like sometimes you feel like everything is wrong and sour to you and suddenly when you're alone you feel like crying and you got no mooD at all?yeah im having that kind of vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is when i had this MAJOR ARGUMENT with my mum that really made me shout at her face for the first time which i thought really brought out the inner gangster in me (ceh gangster kepe). But i think the argument was really horrible that the house kinda had "The Berlin Wall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me even emo and sad was when you had leave to australia.I feel as though i was a total jerk because your friends were really looking at me in a different way and i feel fucking stupid.Ok yes i WAS one of the important people in your life but that doesnt mean i should be viewed like that.Thank god ida was there (and the rest were stuck at east coast because you guys didnt get any cab and end up having breakfast in macdonalds,heh) or else i would have really been lost.i am neither blaming you nor your friends but at least i should feel acknowledged?But there were still few of your friends who still remembered me and they were nice.But fuck it,the whole point is that i was sincere (wait does that makes it sincere if i said i was sincere?).whatever it is,take care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assesment is exactly in a month.Comworks concert also in a month.and it's really really draining me out.i really feel so tired that i dont have time for myself.but i guess a little hardwork goes a long way?yeah.come on alfri,let's get 3.5 for GPA this sem,it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that i feel so emo,i would like to share with you guys this lyrics from a song by Kelis feat. Cee-lo: Lil Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing special about me&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lil star&lt;br /&gt;If it seems like I'm shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a reflection of something you already are&lt;br /&gt;I forget about myself sometime&lt;br /&gt;When there's so many other around&lt;br /&gt;When deep inside you feels darkest&lt;br /&gt;That is where I can always be found&lt;br /&gt;That is where I can always be found&lt;br /&gt;That is where I can always be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of timing&lt;br /&gt;Though the grinding is tiring&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em stop you from smiling&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you'll find it&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how inspiring&lt;br /&gt;It is to see you shining&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see&lt;br /&gt;and you sure look like a star to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing special about me&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lil star&lt;br /&gt;If you try to reach out an touch me&lt;br /&gt;you'll see I'm not really that far&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the brightest nor am I the last one you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;But as long as you notice, that’s just fine with me&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s just fine with me&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s just fine with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of timing&lt;br /&gt;Though the grinding is tiring&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em stop you from smiling&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you'll find it&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how inspiring&lt;br /&gt;It is to see you shining&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see&lt;br /&gt;and you sure look like a star to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing special about me&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lil star&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been running and jumping, but barely&lt;br /&gt;Getting, getting over the bar&lt;br /&gt;I plan on being much more than I, am but that's in do time&lt;br /&gt;But until then I'm guilty, and being humans my crime&lt;br /&gt;Being human that is my crime&lt;br /&gt;Being human that is my crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of timing&lt;br /&gt;Though the grinding is tiring&lt;br /&gt;Don't let 'em stop you from smiling&lt;br /&gt;Just keep trying and trying&lt;br /&gt;Sooner of later you'll find it&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how inspiring&lt;br /&gt;It is to see you shining&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see&lt;br /&gt;and you sure look like a star to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean?heh well sometimes im being too much on myself that i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of this, "emo emo emo spring is here,all the birds are singing loud and clear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can say this post is fucking crap and rubbish,whatever you wanna say but sorry,alfri wont be back til he's okay.goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-9008944276118397158?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/9008944276118397158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=9008944276118397158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/9008944276118397158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/9008944276118397158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-people.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-5600345268631168562</id><published>2007-02-14T01:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:29:53.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM IN CLASS AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED BLOGGER IS SUCH A PANTAT.BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-5600345268631168562?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/5600345268631168562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from band practice today and it was hellll boring.It wasnt a full section cause selene and khidir didnt come and swee teng and fhaizal came later.So u know like some parts were not covered it sounded very empty.I dunno when but sws youth will be having a concert probably at VCH but it's not confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we will be playing Earth by Philip Sparke, Scootin' On Hardrock, Reverie, Sevens and many more.But this concert will be later in time.Right now im playing with the main band for Comworks 2007 in around March 17th i think.And ive noticed that secondary schools are getting very daring with their choice pieces,and my personal favourtie is Abram's Persuit by David Holsinger.it's damn SYIOK-KENANAS as said by lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after band i went straight to Chinatown to get some fabrics and trimmings.OMGATE it was so fucking jam pack that it's just as the same as Geylang during fasting month only that it was so red and piggy because of the stuffs they were selling and it's the pig year right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SAW ONE BIZZARE THING that they sold there:UNDERWEARS with some chinese characters probably "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR" or "PROSPERITY" at the crotch part.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha talk about prosper man/womanhood man.-yyyeouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK so like there were sooo many people that i cant walk because people keep stopping here and there and they were watching you know those kind of street busking/magic show/god shows/massage and etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got some calico and linings for my mock up jacket and i went to get more fabric for my swatches and for tmr's textile class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while i stopped by one of the buttons and trimmings shop,and i was looking for 15mm cotton tape for my piping but i saw so many 12mm bias satin tape.so i asked the uncle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uncle,im looking for 15mm cotton tape,do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;he replied,"hah?how much?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, "FIFFFTEEEEEEEN MM"&lt;br /&gt;he replied "PEPEEEEEEEEEN NM AH?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, " ya fifteen(i was already laughing inside)"&lt;br /&gt;while searching and searching he was mumbling to himself , "pepeeen, pepeeen, pepeeen...aiya no hab(dont have"&lt;br /&gt;he said again, "all standard one ah.no pepeen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like whatever la uncle.Where the fuck got standard one.Tapes comes in differnt width and materials what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to another button and trimming shop to look for buttons for my jacket. After searching for like 5 mins i finally found the right button which suit my jacket colour. I asked the auntie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how much for one?"&lt;br /&gt;she said, "Oh that one 90 cents, but MUST AS LEASTS BUY TWO"&lt;br /&gt;i said, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;she said again, " MUST AS LEASTS BUY TWO"&lt;br /&gt;the second time when she repeated her sentence then i understand. she was trying to say "must AT least buy two" but i think she got short tongue.But quite impossible right?How could you short tongue the word "AT"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted to use public phone and i waited like 5 mins for this china man to finish HOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck la,public phones are for you to talk,not HOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now im starting to panic cause i haven transfer my draped empire dress onto paper and i haven cut my mock up jacket.AND i haven finish all the sewing pieces.fuck fuck fuck.Eliza is so gonna slamdunk me tmr at our basketball court beside the brothel house and im imagining her in basketball jersey with knee and elbow caps with headband waiting for me.fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116999652880884913?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116999652880884913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116999652880884913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116999652880884913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116999652880884913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-got-back-from-band-practice_28.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116999643788824999</id><published>2007-01-28T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:00:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from band practice today and it was hellll boring.It wasnt a full section cause selene and khidir didnt come and swee teng and fhaizal came later.So u know like some parts were not covered it sounded very empty.I dunno when but sws youth will be having a concert probably at VCH but it's not confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we will be playing Earth by Philip Sparke, Scootin' On Hardrock, Reverie, Sevens and many more.But this concert will be later in time.Right now im playing with the main band for Comworks 2007 in around March 17th i think.And ive noticed that secondary schools are getting very daring with their choice pieces,and my personal favourtie is Abram's Persuit by David Holsinger.it's damn SYIOK-KENANAS as said by lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after band i went straight to Chinatown to get some fabrics and trimmings.OMGATE it was so fucking jam pack that it's just as the same as Geylang during fasting month only that it was so red and piggy because of the stuffs they were selling and it's the pig year right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SAW ONE BIZZARE THING that they sold there:UNDERWEARS with some chinese characters probably "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR" or "PROSPERITY" at the crotch part.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha talk about prosper man/womanhood man.-yyyeouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK so like there were sooo many people that i cant walk because people keep stopping here and there and they were watching you know those kind of street busking/magic show/god shows/massage and etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got some calico and linings for my mock up jacket and i went to get more fabric for my swatches and for tmr's textile class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while i stopped by one of the buttons and trimmings shop,and i was looking for 15mm cotton tape for my piping but i saw so many 12mm bias satin tape.so i asked the uncle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uncle,im looking for 15mm cotton tape,do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;he replied,"hah?how much?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, "FIFFFTEEEEEEEN MM"&lt;br /&gt;he replied "PEPEEEEEEEEEN NM AH?"&lt;br /&gt;i said, " ya fifteen(i was already laughing inside)"&lt;br /&gt;while searching and searching he was mumbling to himself , "pepeeen, pepeeen, pepeeen...aiya no hab(dont have"&lt;br /&gt;he said again, "all standard one ah.no pepeen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like whatever la uncle.Where the fuck got standard one.Tapes comes in differnt width and materials what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to another button and trimming shop to look for buttons for my jacket. After searching for like 5 mins i finally found the right button which suit my jacket colour. I asked the auntie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how much for one?"&lt;br /&gt;she said, "Oh that one 90 cents, but MUST AS LEASTS BUY TWO"&lt;br /&gt;i said, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;she said again, " MUST AS LEASTS BUY TWO"&lt;br /&gt;the second time when she repeated her sentence then i understand. she was trying to say "must AT least buy two" but i think she got short tongue.But quite impossible right?How could you short tongue the word "AT"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted to use public phone and i waited like 5 mins for this china man to finish HOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck la,public phones are for you to talk,not HOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now im starting to panic cause i haven transfer my draped empire dress onto paper and i haven cut my mock up jacket.AND i haven finish all the sewing pieces.fuck fuck fuck.Eliza is so gonna slamdunk me tmr at our basketball court beside the brothel house and im imagining her in basketball jersey with knee and elbow caps with headband waiting for me.fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116999643788824999?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116999643788824999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116999643788824999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116999643788824999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116999643788824999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-got-back-from-band-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116974302108769250</id><published>2007-01-25T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:43:03.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, hello pussy, play with us today(HAHAHAHA fuck yes it's from hello kitty song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just back from band practice and im so tired and lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;let's see what do i have to do:-&lt;br /&gt;*bath&lt;br /&gt;*eat medicine&lt;br /&gt;*draft jacket sleeve&lt;br /&gt;*redo neckline&lt;br /&gt;*thinking of what to wear tmr(FUCK LA FRIDAY IS SUPPOSE TO BE  OFF DAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SERIOUSLY dont understand ruby sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;as kena by stefan,"VHERE(where) is your armhole,vhere is your side seam,Vhat(what) is this,vhere is the grainline&gt;?!you see im nooot looking at your pattern..."&lt;br /&gt;"DING DING DING"-lily's famous quote.&lt;br /&gt;or "TDAT TDAT TDAT"&lt;br /&gt;or "TING TING TING" whichever suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like,ruby can be such a nice woman at some point of time but when her hantu keleng rise up she transform into this ugly bitchy goddess of drafting and she'll screw everyone.so never ever provoke her cause she's AUTA habes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was GREAT!like ZOMG we played abram's persuit finally.it was pure orgasmism.And futhermore willy tan played the timpani WUHU like you can picture abram running.haha ok nonsence.&lt;br /&gt;We played seventh night of july also and at dawn they slept,a piece composed for pearl harbour la dunno what but it was fucking nice but selene was hitting the brake drum too loud that i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YESTERDAY WAS THE BEST:PICTURE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zurah,Farhan,Lin,Nino,Liana,Stefan,Chiman,Colin,Shana,Adelia,Hafiz,Putra and me(wait did i miss anyone) went to orchard aiya but end up eating different places la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, starbucks the thing yor.HAHAHA AS USUAL,we would laughhhhhhhhhhhh and make fun of people.&lt;br /&gt;oh YESS,and ive created hip hop dance move using alphabetS!&lt;br /&gt;Zurah's favourtie would be letter B.(haha you know what im talking about baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE BEST PART WAS when me, lin, putra, hafiz were inside the train.Firstly there's this guy sitting beside me and he was sleeping soundly that he was leaning on me and we tried to push him abit but lin said he got tired of being lost so yeah he slept but hafiz said dont worry cause he has compass on his WATCH.YES.those freakky watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this woman who(OMG) smile and giggle to herself when looking at her smses.You know like those "feeling feeling" and well we assumed that his boyfriend said something like "heyx honey,you today look damn sweet hor!hen mei lehhhh" on her sms that ZOMG she turn to her side and look at herself at the glass panel and NODDING AND GIGGLING TO HERSELF.KA BOOOOOOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing we knew,the man who was sleeping/sitting beside me was all awake and the the eyes suddenly belolok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one fat bitch just came back from california fitness grooved to her mp3 beats.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually it was very bad of us laughing at people but hey,haha hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116974302108769250?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116974302108769250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116974302108769250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116974302108769250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116974302108769250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-hello-pussy-play-with-us.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116958243494752808</id><published>2007-01-23T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:00:34.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from the airport fetching and welcoming back my uncle and auntie from their Hajj.And when i look at their faces,there's like this,how should i say,a very nice glow at their faces and when i look at them,i was really speechless!Like,i dunno,i was really speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how beautiful God works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really feel alot coming from them because i used to go on a pilgrimmage when i was like in primary 5 and like you KNOW how they feel cause you've been there, and saw it with your own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes it's like,you know,we are too busy with our life,career,commitments,leisure and whatever it is that we totally forgot about God and religion.I admit myself that i am like that.i DO have alot of sins(and the word "FUCK" will AT LEAST come out from my mouth once daily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i was at Mecca or Madina,it's like,everything is so peaceful and serene and everything there is like total sweetness. You dont have to think about skinny jeans, Galliano eyebrows, drafting jackets or whatsoever.No Zouk,MoS whatsoever.It's just me and God.If you sit down and really think about it,sometimes yes,we have done so much sins.Just imagine if your sins are as deep and as far as the ocean.When are u gonna settle that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached my uncle's house just now,my aunt straight away served us with dates and zam zam(holy water).And when i took a sip from that drink,i really feel like crying.I really do.Because there were so much memories that ive experienced  there,the moment i tasted the drink, it took me way back when i was just a 11 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every single thing that i saw,smell and touch there is like still fresh in my head.And that makes me really wanna go there again,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you guys think this is such a lousy and rubbish post,then close this window right now.But what i am trying to say is that,sit back and think through.Love God because He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and im truly sorry if this is too emo or yucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before going to the airport,after school i had band practice and there was something that really really pissed me off.It was the conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rehearsing Second Suite for Band by Alfred Reed movement 4: Paso Doble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was playing the castenats.&lt;br /&gt;i dont recall playing it so dead.And he told me that i played the castenats as if it was some funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU TELL ME,HAVE YOU HEARD OF ANY FUNERAL SONGS USING CASTENATS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he said so,i think it would be his own funeral when i would click the castenats the size of frying pans infront of his corpse.And then i wanna see him paso doble-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people JUSSSSSSSTT dont think before blurting out.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116958243494752808?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116958243494752808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116958243494752808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116958243494752808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116958243494752808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-came-back-from-airport-fetching.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116923440131949211</id><published>2007-01-19T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:20:01.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry dudes it has been quite a long time since i blogged cause i haven had the faith to do it.HAHAHA WHATEVER FUCK THAT IS.im just lazy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so recently not much things happened,it's the holidays and ive been real real lazy ass not doing my work and skipping make up classes.hey but i still went for one hokay which was ruby's drafting lesson?yeah and i was drafting jacket halfway and i gave up.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WILL SURE BE BACK working damn hard come monday cause we got so little time to finish up our mock up and actual garment.(HAHAHAHA BUT FUCK ALL THE SEWING LESSON STUFFS ALL THE CUFFS PIPINGS AND ALL I HAVEN FINISH YET LALALALALALALA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so actually during my holiday period, i was invited to play with NTU/NYP alumni band for their "Musica Etnica" concert held at VCH(YA SINCE I WAS FREE AND A BORED LOSER). Swee teng called me up and can you believe it,i only played with them for like few practices and i was performing with them.i think it was one week before the concert when i joined them.crazy fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/2759/DSC04662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/775462/DSC04662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going clockwise from me is: Teo hui, Swee teng herself, Gavin, Geraldine, Benny and Fhairil/Fhairul (i dont know whether is it I or U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/830191/DSC04652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/753339/DSC04652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The conductor himself, Mr Lok Hui Yui/Mr Luk Hoi Yui(i also cant remember this one)&lt;br /&gt;This guy right here has amazing interepretations towards music and the way he express it is pretty interesting.Actually when i look at him, he's quite scary and reminded me alot about Ms Sia but male version.&lt;br /&gt;But i can only understand like 30% of what he's saying because he's from China and like when he says something like "AH LAI LA, ER PA CHIO" or something like that which starts from a certain bar, i have to start counting chinese numbers at my fingertips or ask the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/445558/DSC04663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/870129/DSC04663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic of us,only that i look like a cold potato salad sprinkled in spring onions.(ZOMG LOOK AT MY CHIN, 6 inches i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was quite fun playing with them. We played Armenian Dances, Rhapsody for Hanukkah, Carribean hideaway and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the champion has got to be the emcee. HAHAHAHAHA. she said Rhapsody for HANNAKU and CRANBERRY hideaway and before playing i was like ????????&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but she's pretty and nice so i'll forgive her.lucky her i didnt burst out laughing on stage.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth, Stefan's very own accesories label was kindly invited too to showcase and sell for Ngee Ann Poly's BA Society Carnival called something like "BA-WA-KAP" or "BA-WA-ZAAP" or "BA-ZA-WAA" i also cannot remember. Alot of other students there also set up stalls and sell things like lemonades and like "peel as much oranges as you can!" game kind of thing. So we set up our store and showcased and arranged the ear rings and necklaces and bracelets bla bla bla, hoping that there'll be so many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/47819/IMG_5501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/692021/IMG_5501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, blah, there werent/wasnt any crowd.(is my sentence correct?) Anyway, ya like i even played with the tapes and cut fake eyebrows and mole and paste it on my face cause that's how Galliano models look like on runway only it's much more thicker than this, but i wouldnt wanna scare the customers away looking like a fag. But infact i think i did. OK NO,there werent/wasnt any crowd hokay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/923986/IMG_5525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/520804/IMG_5525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so what do you do when you're free? camwhore la. See the man in the red at the back?the whole family was very nice.Actually the carnival had people performing and stuffs like that but it was getting very irritating when this group of people kept performing for like 7 songs?WHHHHHHHAT the hell they were thinking.Northvista Symphonic Band was also there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/165135/IMG_5505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/316491/IMG_5505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at one point of time, we were really not making any business and he was getting sleepy and i shook him and shouted, "WAKE UP BITCH,YOU GOTTA SELL SOMETHING!!! GO AROUND WITH POSTERS OR WHATEVER. I AM TIRED OF LOOKING LIKE A KONEK AND WE"RE NOT SELLING ANYTHING!!" or something like that.and he got a little encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/811024/IMG_5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/52220/IMG_5509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So i gave him one balinese lemon grass massage to make sure he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the whole carnival, only two accesories were sold (actually three but one girl said she will be back because she has to take her wallet bla bla she bubble us and didnt come back.Bengap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT i must say, Ngee Ann Poly's Mee Soto is fuckeh-yummehlicious.Only that the canteen was slimmy that day and we were like ice skating in the canteen looking for food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/234989/IMG_5530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/538250/IMG_5530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shana was also there with us. But most of the time she kept complaining "HOT HOT HOT" UNTIL there's this group of dancers and there was this guy in this oversized tee with u know,those kind of japanese messy hair do with a headband and suddenly her testosterones (HAHAHA) were all pumped up when she saw that guy.hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And infact during the holidays we actually had a chalet but i haven blog about it yet cause i dont have the photos but it was hell lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND GUESS WHO WE SAW THE OTHER DAY WHEN WE WALKED IN CHANEL BOUTIQUE AT TAKASHIMAYA?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(wow that sounded very tv commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok bye =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116923440131949211?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116923440131949211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116923440131949211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116923440131949211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116923440131949211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-dudes-it-has-been-quite-long.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116766997786695564</id><published>2007-01-01T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:00:34.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it was the countdown,yor.Heh.Yeah i know everyone has their own share of celebration and i had mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/950711/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/449844/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite awhile since my sec sch mates gathered.It's quite sad la that the rest cannot or didnt turned up but aiya then again it was so last minute.Imagine, all of us agreed on seeing the fireworks at like hmm,10.15pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially like i thought why not just take a chill at vivo and things like that but end up we were at marina bay catching the fireworks AND THE CROWD THERE WAS MADNESS.They had like ambulance and auxillary police patrolling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of stupid actually,to think that you wanna watch those pyrotechnics for like what,5 mins or less and you rushed like mad and at the end of the thing,HURAY.hahaha.everyone rushed for the last train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did catch the last train,which was at 1.30 am. But we wanted to slack somewhere else which initially it was suppose to be at tampines.But then we stopped at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like drunkheads.Actually we wanted to go to MacDonalds but we walk to Liang Seah street,get ciggies and faarisi got high smoking.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked somemore all the way to Suntec and some drunk indian who was eyeing at mimi's goodies got hit by a wall HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We some sort like crashed in,well actually we just went in to some CHIJMES new year party and they had like some dance floor hahaha and me,lina and totz just fit it the crowd and starting grooving and there are seriously funny drunk shits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this another indian guy,probably a bangladeshi la,i think he really got high,he showed whatever moves he had,and hell yeah he was sweating it out man.HAHAHAHAHAHA and the most freaking funny part is that,when he dance,you know like people give those slutty faces or rubber faces or whatever vogue faces,HAHAHA BUT THIS GUY HAD THIS im-gonna-work-it-out-and-look-hot-and-serious kind of face,and wore EVERLAST tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah probably he really did last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole thing we went to MacDonalds infront of raffles hotel because faarisi totz and bul got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last,we were eating at NAFA basketball court area.How strange was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of us were getting tired la so at around like 5 plus we took night rider back,ALTHOUGH,we were circling around bugis,city hall,dhoby ghaut(ok i think the spelling is wrong) area again and again and we just crossed whichever traffic flashed the green man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i drooled inside the bus when i was sleeping and when i woke up i notice that the right side of my lips were so cold and the seat got wet ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/527718/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/307862/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so happy new year yor!!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116766997786695564?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116766997786695564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116766997786695564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116766997786695564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116766997786695564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-it-was-countdownyor.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116715457918427110</id><published>2006-12-26T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T09:36:19.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok breaking news: MY MUM WAS THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER INSIDE THE TAXI JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see i was at my cousin's house, so yuzil and my youngest sister slept at her house.So me and my mum went back la cause i need to clean my room cause my sewing machine is coming tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to get home, i had to carry back a huge cooking pot which belongs to my mum, cause she cooked a whole load of curry at my cousin's house bla bla bla bla and we took it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was raining heavily and then at some road we flagged a cab and just went in.The taxi driver was very nice.Here goes the script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: Good evening( in a very nice tone)&lt;br /&gt;Alfri: Yeah you too&lt;br /&gt;Alfri's champion mum: Tampines st 83 pls..&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: Ok sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that the driver was saying something about the heavy rain,and cannot get customer bla bla.At a point of time, randomly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: So are you're in business??&lt;br /&gt;Alfri's champion mum: OH NO WE"RE MUSLIM.(insert cricket sound for 4 seconds, "krekrk,krekrk,krekrk,krekrk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS ALREADY LAUGHING INSIDE MY STOMACH I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking why the fuck did she say that very confidently????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS A CLOWN,but the taxi driver was one too.Because when at the point the taxi need to go st 83, he has to turn left at the petrol station traffic light, heading towards springfield sec there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the driver was engrossed talking about LTA has change system bla bla and demerit the points whatsoever.So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfri's champion mum talking to alfri: WA,very strict&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: OH go straight ah!kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  the taxi driver went all the way straiggggggggghhhhhht when he knows he has to turn left but he thought my mum told him to go straight.OMG CAN U BELIEVE IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we reach already,my mum paid the fare and everything,inside the lift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfri's champion mum: Aiya,very sad hor. Sometimes pple that age already cannot listen carefully,but he's so nice to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_0----dgdjdgj---gdjdgj---dgjd463246426l/k;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I TOLD HER JUST NOW THE UNCLE ASK  YOU"RE IN BUSINNESS WHY YOU SAY YOU"RE MUSLIM.she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, cause he asked, (ehem) are you celebrating christmas that's why i say im a muslim la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question asked was " Are you in business?"&lt;br /&gt;She heard "Are you celebrating christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man,i dunno what's happening to my mum.Sometimes i get so irritated cause i never clean room la all those,but when she makes these kind of jokes,i can forgive her sins again and again i tell you.that's why i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/43110/P1030749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/381735/P1030749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha okla,bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116715457918427110?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116715457918427110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116715457918427110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116715457918427110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116715457918427110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-breaking-news-my-mum-was-funniest.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116680845271617035</id><published>2006-12-22T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:27:32.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!FINALLY it's a break.well not so much of a break la, but like you know,tutorial break,but still have to come to school la.Ive got SO MUCH to catch up on sewing,seriously.The rest are like still on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FASHION DESIGN IS GETTING DAMN INTERESTING!since im doing on chinese communism this sem, although it sounds cliche and old because of military movement, HAH, alfri does it in his own way. Like seriously i think my military movement is out of this world, AND THE GARMENT THAT IM GOING TO MAKE IS fucking interesting.Im gonna do this jacket,with this damn damn interesting pleats going over the whole shoulder,ah fuck la if i have the picture i'll post it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before going school, i went to Bugis Parco Old Chang Kee and i wanted the squid thingy and sardine curry puff. So you know like they'll ask " YES SIR WHAT DO YOU WANT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i said,&lt;br /&gt;alfri:ah yes,can i get the squid thingy..&lt;br /&gt;the bitch:(interupting my talk) ONE OR TWO&lt;br /&gt;alfri: oh ya give me one,oh and one sardine puff please&lt;br /&gt;the bitch:sardine puff finish k thank EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU next please(imagine finishing this sentence in like 2 second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IRRITATING IS THAT?like,i mean she should have said like,"oh sorry sir,finish already leh" or some nyonya singlish la. It's like she wanna give FAST service until it's like the flash la. I didnt see her face when i was ordering,but when she gave me that remark,i look at her face,OMG like first time you see already you wanna smack down her face to the glass panel.Then somemore with the Old Chang Kee cap and uniform,amboi x3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we actually had make up lesson with angelynn for our fashion design and as usual it was fun. BUT HAHAHA OMG ANGELYNNNNN, she gave us our VERY FIRST illustration we did during year one and we had to design coperate,casual and evening wear.IT WAS HILARIOUS,like my models were fat and they has like stupid smug on the face and bla bla bla(ok shut up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after class we headed to C-TOWN(chinatown in liana's language) to search for more fabrics and trimmings and very surprisingly,we saw a very wise man.Im sure you guys saw the DBS advertisement where there was this designer who came over and wanted to change the silhouette of cheongsam and then this old man rejected the whole idea,and then finally,he laid out the fabric and started drafting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAW THAT OLD MAN AT C-TOWN!!!!like we were walking and we saw him drafting pants,then suddenly all of my frens kept looking at how he drafted.That was when i asked him,"uncle, were you the one in TV advertisement?". Then he said,"YA! i was doing the DBS advertisement!!hahahah". I WAS LIKE OMGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a REAL TAILOR in life hokay. He has been tailoring for 57 years already. And like omg he DOES tailor cheongsams okay.HE EVEN gave his name card la. And i think he's workmanship is fabulous. If you guys need to tailor any suits or pants or anything, just contact me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hahaha,after the whollllllllllllllleeeeee thing, I finally went to VIVOCITY AGAIN with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/888931/IMG_4102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/790940/IMG_4102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Stefan Kwang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA LIKE everytime if you need company after school it will always be him la,and like i mean serious company,till you'll be chasing the last train.HAHAHA so much for 8 o'clock.hahaha but it was damn fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny la, like i nearly got cheap monday skinny jeans and Fcuk shoes and bla bla and he was looking at Pedro shoes and end up both of us got tees from topman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA and we were at Pacific Coffee Company or something when he saw ____________ inside the magazine HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,he's at M.O.S and lin is at funk bar.Seriously,they are not tired or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke for the day: "Eh ah tut, kau nak jadi anak DATON eh!!(confidently)" which was suppose to be anak DATIN AND DATOK but liana managed to put those two words together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116680845271617035?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116680845271617035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116680845271617035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116680845271617035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116680845271617035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesfinally-its-break.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116646065094969700</id><published>2006-12-18T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:50:51.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/526558/NANA-0160_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/779583/NANA-0160_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/919430/NANA-0161_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/376517/NANA-0161_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   spastic face caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/934663/NANA-0159_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/577025/NANA-0159_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, these are some of the things i would do to kill my boredom inside the sewing room or if i'll get so pissed off with work or whatever.cause sewing is just so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what i was trying to do was i was trying to act like some DOHA games contestant. i don't know whether they have that sort of like gymnastic game or not where they have like one long piece of cloth and twirl it like you're mum's blender.haha i think i was too fast that's why the camera didnt catch the satin bias tape that i was using to twirl it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now GOING TO OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED THAT i am fucking pissed with sewing and drafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's drains your energy like mad even though you had like two redbulls and smoke a dozen cigarettes.For sewing i think you know why it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;But for draping, ok imagine you're doing your maths paper when you'll have questions like draw the circle,angle bla bla bla, but this is in HUMAN SCALE OK.and getting the smoothest curve on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'll get so cranky and my lecturer will also get cranky and we'll call her hantu keleng( indian ghost) cause suddenly she'll get possessed and start scolding people.oh well,but she's still the best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself i want to master draping so that in the future i can jsut throw my patterns away. But everytime bittergout dont like our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was at vivocity to apply for GAP with chiman and shana and colin and dara(blood).well actually when we were inside GAP i ask chiman to lookout for the manager which he claims he knows the manager but some female new manager came out and ask me questions and ask in a way which is not comfortable like you can tell from the way she talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was filling the form, a celebrity host, Kei juein? Kui Jien?I dunno how to spell but he does sometimes come out in tv and he hosts malaysian idol. He was there, and he was paying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing i know,there was like this huge commotion at the counter when he started raising his voice and i heard something like "so you think i have to wait for soooooo long and bla bla bla" and the manager happen to entertain him and she went like "sorry sorry sir" and the guy straight away went like "what's the point of saying sorry bla bla bla" dunno what la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i dunno,i think he wanted to void the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;after the next thing,the manager shouted cause she was pissed off and went to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,God works wonders. She treated me like a fool then now she's been treated like one.kwang kwang kwang.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the joke for the day: DEMING means denim&lt;br /&gt;                                      NECKHINE means neckline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CHERYL SHOULD PLAY DRUMS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116646065094969700?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116646065094969700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116646065094969700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116646065094969700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116646065094969700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/12/spastic-face-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116541364156846985</id><published>2006-12-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T06:00:41.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/1600/463099/NANA-0093_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4204/3133/320/636331/NANA-0093_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be like stefan also ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will update soon!im busy.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116541364156846985?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116541364156846985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116541364156846985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116541364156846985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116541364156846985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/12/wanna-be-like-stefan-also-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116451627181958563</id><published>2006-11-25T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:44:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;you know sometimes it's very irritating because this 1991 kid/bitch who is 15 years old, come to my blog and tag on me because definitely she disagrees what ive said about mats and minas.and i was trying to tell myself which of those points made her piss off damn mad that she started tagging me non stop or the fact that she's jealous of what i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;so one day,a friend of mine,told me, "eh fri,do you know why she feels insulted or not?because there was one point where you said the mats are wearing big shades trying to be usher".STRAIGHT AWAY, i thought, ya man the guy that the bitch was with,was with shades,huge ones, and probably she felt insulted.right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;or probably there might be other reasons also why she did that.SO when she gave us her link(ya i know,it's stupid),me and my friends attack her back in her tagboard(what else right?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND HER FRIENDS/PASSERBY whatever started supporting her.WELL that's natural isnt it?it's her friends what.And so that's what my friends did also.but the different thing is,my friends know what's the whole thing about.WHAT's IRRITATING is that her friends dont know the head and tail of the whole picture and claim wow,we are childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the POINT IS,WHO STARTED IT OUT FIRST.that is the question.ya fuck it,they all keep saying "you leave her alone and get your own life bla bla bla bong bong", and that alia said " &lt;strong&gt;MY OWN LIFE, I DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT" and "You peeporl should be MATURE ENOUGH but unfortunately you guys are not behaving that way. If you wanna say I'M the IMMATURE one, ahha! Let me remind you guys, I AM 15 =D"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;so what does that mean??she's 15 and she's so matured and "hey gurls,this alfri thinks he's so good while he himself dress up like shit and he looks like a mat bang bang dum dum".well FUCK IT.15 doesnt say you're already on top on the world and im not saying it goes to my age too but the fact that YOU tag and act as if you're some perfect shit and keep changing names and not revealing your real name makes it more childish than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;tell me,if someone randomly hops at your blog and doesnt agree with your post and start giving hate tags,and it's those which it's so fucking irritating,WOULD YOU WANT TO LEAVE IT JUST LIKE THAT?BEING A STUPID FOOL AND JUST "ah just leave it, all this stupid people" THAT KIND OF THING?well for me it doesnt go this way and i have to defend myself and even this bitch alia even dare to say,"But sometimes it's necessary that we DO NEED TO FIGHT OUR FEELINGS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;YA that's what im doing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I mean seriously, don't you peeporl have much better things to attend to rather than being so interested to read my blog?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;my answer is: seriously ALIA you also dont have much better things to attend rather than being so interested and get offended to read my blog right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;inside one of my friends tag,this kid-bitch said "if you dont want me to tag on you then dont put a tagboard inside your blog" or something like that.WHAT kind of a fucking reason is that?oh so you mean it's wrong for people to put tagboards inside their blog because you might just leave one of your those irritating hate tags on people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU SEE,THEY DONT SEE THE WHOLE PICTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's my life too and i can do whatever i want with it,and why the fuck you even bother to gave me hate tags?it's because that YOU WANNA start bothering that's why it's only right if i bother yours,bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;if you and YOUR FRIENDS hate me and my friends for creating a fuck inside your tagboard well that's because you fucking got soooooo INSULTED OR DISGUSTED by what i said inside my blog THEN GO REFLECT ON YOURSELF INFRONT OF THE MIRROR AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS WHAT YOU DID IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and no no,we already have a life.we're tagging back inside your blog because you were being such a bitch we thought we let have some time to let ourselves out.IT's YOU SERIOUSLY,WHO NEEDS A LIFE.i heard from someone that you go to school and only bring make ups?hahaha that's why i asked you,"what's your achievements in life actually?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;well if after this post i start to get hate tags again,well it's just because they disagree and feel insulted again.please people,ask ALI QISTINA back.thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116451627181958563?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116451627181958563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116451627181958563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116451627181958563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116451627181958563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-sometimes-its-very-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116408108185386473</id><published>2006-11-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:51:21.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU FUCKING WANNA MESS WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS THEN COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATDESIGN,FIRE,NAQIAH,VALERIEBLOGHOPPER,RACHEL,MASTURA,NOUSEFORANAME AND ALIA,WHOEVER FUCK YOU ARE,YOU BETTER STOP YOUR FUCKING TAGS ON PEOPLE AND TRYING TO GET ATTENTION LIKE AS IF YOU DONT OWN ONE. GO AND FUCK YOURSELF CAUSE YOU'RE JUST TOO BORED OR SIMPLY YOU'RE JUST TOO JEALOUS OR YOUR PUSSY IS JUST TO ITCHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEGI MAMPOS LA POMPUAN SUNDAL.EH,KALAU KAU INGAT KAU MANER PUNYE BESAR MARI TUNJOK MUKER KAU AH.PALA PUKI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT,NOUSEFORANAME OR "IM SCARED TO PUT MY REAL NAME" OR "LET'S GET ANOTHER NAME" KINDA GAME.WELL FUCK OFF,YOU ANIMAL,FAR WORSTTTTTTTTTTTT THAN A BITCH.YOU'RE SIMPLY A LOSER FAR WORSE THAN I CAN IMAGINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF IT MEANS TO HUNT YOU DOWN,I FUCKING WILL AND I MAKE SURE I'LL HUMILIATE YOU INSIDE MY BLOG AND LET ALL THE FUCKING PEOPLE SEE.OR,ILL SMASH YOUR FACE DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF ANYONE,REALLY ANYOONNNNEEEE,READING THIS POST,HELP ME IN HUNTING DOWN THIS FUCKER BITCH AND MAKE SURE SHE'LL BE SORRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR WHAT SHE HAS DONE.I AM GETTING SICK AND I THINK THIS STUPID BITCH DOESNT HAVE A LIFE AND WANTS TO FIND FAULT FOR NO REASON AND SHE'LL BE BETTER OFF IF SHE'S DEAD.FUCKING BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116408108185386473?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116408108185386473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116408108185386473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116408108185386473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116408108185386473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-fucking-wanna-mess-with-me-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116343672583694677</id><published>2006-11-13T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:54:25.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LET ME REPHRASE WHAT I MEANT WHEN I HATE MATS AND MINAS:&lt;br /&gt;"i hate LOSER TAGGERS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah like WOAH SO BIG IS IT CAN CHANGE CHANGE YOUR DAMN NAMES.WHY?!NOT PROUD TO USE YOUR NAME YOUR MOTHER/FATHER GAVE YOU IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE NUMBER 1: MATDESIGN, FIRE,NAQIAH(LOSER NAMES) ARE OF THE SAME PERSON.YES THIS IS A FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK YOU ARE SO CREATIVE IN COMING UP WITH NAMES AND WHEN YOU GAVE ME SUGGESTIONS LIKE USING SANDPAPERS,HAHAHAHA OMG I WONDER WHETHER YOU START GROWING PUBICS OR NOT.OR PROBABLY PEA BRAIN.YOU SEE,I CAN UNDERSTAND IF YOU'RE LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVING SEX WITH BANGLA: HAR-HAR-HAR.(MY STOMACH EXPLODES.KA-BOOOOOOM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA YOU ARE RIGHT,IM NOT PERFECT,I HAVE PIMPLES.BUT HEY, I THINK U GOT OFFENDED WHEN I LIST DOWN THE CRITERIAS OF BEING MATS AND MINAS CAUSE PROBABLY YOU MATCH THOSE CRITERIAS?YEAH YEAH?OH COME ON YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO DRESS DONT YOU,SILLY ANIMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE NUMBER 2: "BITCH" ALSO A SELF CONFESSED "LOLA" IS THE SAME PERSON.THIS IS ANOTHER FACT. SHE CLAIMS THAT I GOT NO PRIDE AND IT'S A PITY IF ANYONE HAS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING'S FIRST,IM SO SORRY FOR YOU CAUSE YOU DONT HAVE PRIDE TO PUT YOUR REAL NAME TO TAG ME.BECAUSE SIMPLY YOU GOT PUSSY GUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT'S A PITY THAT ANYONE HAS ME,IT'S NOT AS IF YOU WOULD CARE AND WASH MY UNDERWEAR AND MY ASS EVERY SINGLE DAY CAUSE IM NOT THAT BAD YOU SEE,IM NOT A LOSER TAGGER LIKE YOU AND KEEP THINKING," OH MY,WHAT NAME TO USE HAH TO TAG AT ALFRI'S BLOG SO HE WONT KNOW US??"SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA,AND YOU GOT SCARED DIDNT YOU WHEN MY FRENS ALL STARTED BOMARDING BACK TO YOU AND YOU KEEP TAGGING BACK AT JUSTIN'S (MY JUNIOR) BLOG WHEN INFACT YOU WANTED TO TAG AT YUZIL'S BLOG BUT YOU THOUGHT JUSTIN'S BLOG IS YUZIL'S BLOG?HAHA WHERE ARE YOUR MOUSE SKILLS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WHATEVER IT IS, LET'S PLAY GUESSING GAME!&lt;br /&gt;1. is the tagger a mina/mat? YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;2. is the tagger a FAT COW?! YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;3. is he/she some kaypo ass trying to be some protector of someone? YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;4. a dick/pussy head? YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;5. nothing interesting to do and keep thinking of names to tag? YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;6. best still, someone that i know OR USED TO KNOW? YES/NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enjoy the game my friends!&lt;br /&gt;we'll tally the scores aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aku kalau nak blog,aku punye pasal la puki.kalau kau TERASE dgn posts aku,itu kau nyer pasal,probably kau fit into the catogery.well that's coincidential.engkau tak payah nak tag abeh step tukar the way kau type.kau ingat aku ni budak hingos kepe.PLEASE MAN, jangan nak jadi jantan/pompuan sundal nak asyek huru-harekan tagboard orang semuer.JANGAN NAK JAGE TEPI KAIN ORANG WHEN ENGKAU PUNYE KELENGKANG BERKERAK.pernah dengar kate kate tu?kalau kau tak pernah dgr, maksod aku, jangan nak sebok pasal orang.aku tak pernah nak JAGE tepi kain kau,kau tau tak.yela, aku sedar jerawat bertepek, pakai tak style, bodoh.tapi kau pernah fiker tak, WHAT do you look like?fat?ugly?wannabe?loser?ini semuer kau tak sedar.engkau asal boleh nak tembak ajer,padahal maner tau, muker kau macam binatang pukiwak.so please, aku kalau orang tak usek aku,aku tak usek.kalau kau ingat kau maner punye harami nak usek usek orang, ah come kiter samer samer tunjok belang.so pls, jangan nak start lagik.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116343672583694677?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116343672583694677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116343672583694677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116343672583694677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116343672583694677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-rephrase-what-i-meant-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116292096518960709</id><published>2006-11-07T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:36:05.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come let's blog( this is on purpose).an alright day in school.it has been awhile since we saw angelynn and eliza.it feels SO at home when everytime i go for angelynn's lesson.i dunno why i just like it so much.so next week is going to be a hectic week already.damn.so after school we went to far east and accompanied shana for shopping.OMG ONE HELL OF A FUSSY CUSTOMER.we went to two zara outlets,mango and tried more than 10 trench coats/tweed jackets/hooded jackets, etc whatever jackets and she still doesnt like theM!?fussy.haha but never mind.she's still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all the bla bla shit,we went home.SO THE MAIN THING THAT I WANNA BLOG ABOUT IS,this group of MATS at the void deck.i was walkin at the void deck area and i wore a black skinny shirt,with red suspenders,with my skinny jeans and sneakers with my sis's louis vuitton(I BET THEY DUNNO HOW TO PRONOUNCE) and they were sitting down and playing some STUPID LOSER card games and when i walked pass,they straight away stopped and looked at me.THEY KNOW YES I DRESS VERY WELL(and im fucking not kidding,i DO DRESS UP WELL AND THEY HAVEN SEE MY FRENS YET) and of course they were jealous.the fact that they dress up like pantat,psychologically, will want them to say bad things about people although THEY KNOW i dress well.and after i walked like two metres away,one of them went like,"ini macam gayboy ni" = " this is like gayboy already" in a loud way so you know,i can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first,i am NOT against gayism whatsoever cause that's their sexuality and i think they are all humans like us and that's up to them.SECONDLY,the FUCK they said that made me so FRUST UP like fuck i ever wished if that only guy was with just another guy or something(cause they were in 6 i think),i would have slap my louis vuitton hard to the face and say, "KAU KATE AKU GAY, YANG KAU MUKER MAT REP PEPEK.RAMBOT MACAM MINA KERENGGE" that means something like "YOU SAY I GAY,BUT THE FACT IS YOU ARE A MAT REP AND YOUR HAIR IS LIKE KERENGGE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TALK ABOUT THIER SO CALLED "FASHION STATEMENT" from head to toe.(MINAHS INCLUDED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.their hair is always THICK in gel/clay/wax/oil/crap whatever it is and they are trying to style it in a way they LOOK VOGUE but actually look like their own pubics.and freezy like broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.always dyed in this shade of bronze that looks metallic or even now since they are getting more fashionable you see,in red shades,and not to forget,green and blue and pink.OH YA,some also wants to become a natural blonde and bleach.most of the time, it doesnt match with their skin tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.they will have piercings all OVER their faces esp the ones under their lips which i dunno for what purpose(mole perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.FUCKING UGLY CLOTHES.tell me,can you match the ugly blonde hair with very dark skin,grass green tees with god knows what prints with tapered pants,brown perhaps with patches and matched with studded belts?oh ya with those vans kind of shoes or slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.fat minahs wanna wear tight tank tops and will end up looking like wantans and siew mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.short skimpy skirts and when you look at their thighs,they friction to each others and friction causes heat and fire?i want to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.tattoos which doesnt match with skin colour also.and 1001 whatever designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.CONTACT LENSES=to make them look fierce so when you make eye contacts with them they give this kind of 'GRRRRR" kind of look.WOW SCARY MERRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. accessories which looks like barbie toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.oh ya.some ugly blazers with loser shades that can make them look like usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.girls wear ugly flats and pumps with no ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.but the most scary part is,they are now trying to disguise themselves.we got to watch out cause they are starting to shop at topshop you see.far east,bugis,peninsula,queensway all these used to be their favourite spots but now topshop/topman has become a spot for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.end up?some kind of emomats and emominahs.and because of this,they start growing LONGER BANGS,THICKER EYELINERS,and MORE TAPERED pants.and black has become an essential for them when for us it was like so long ago and fat minahs wanna look slim by wearing black you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven even talk about their song preference and they way the dance at clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree?so if u agree with me,please tag at my board and say "I AGREE!"&lt;br /&gt;if anyone out there thinks they fit into anyone of this catogeries,im sorry,IT"S PURELY COINCIDENTIAL(HAHAHA) but fuck you know you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think me and my nafa friends KNOW how to dress chic/sexy/structured/glam style.i study dior homme's fashion,and it's not gay.we look and study in school at TOP NOTCH DESIGNERS.im sorry mats,you're just too shallow minded because you dont go to school to study because you're very stupid but play guitars under the block with your UNTUNED GUITARS(and i major in music too,dont forget) singing fuck songs and ride stupid bicycles shouting out loud and get into more fights which makes you think you'll have better status and the girls start collecting babies.i just think it's fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CAN THIS TREND EVER BE GONE?!&lt;br /&gt;they can never realise you see,so they disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116292096518960709?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116292096518960709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116292096518960709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116292096518960709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/jade.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it has been a tiring weekend for me man,seriously.im not getting enough sleep all this while.BECAUSE(but it was fun anyways)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on friday night,i went to zouk to club with fun people!!with zurah,farhan,hudah,noor,lin,fendi,safarina,mas(i think), and we saw ruby and shima and WHOLE LOADS OF PEOPLE.well actually farhan got some invites so i decidede to tag along.ho fuck man,it was a blast at zouk.there were soo many people and alot of them were dressed up very chic and fashionable(AND SOME NOT) and the crowd was fabulous. so i think we went in like 12 plus going to 1 after the whole lot went to drunk themselves first.and when we went in omgte,the crowd was awesome.they were playing house/trance music all the way,and the speakers were booming.but halfway when we were up on the podium,one of zurah's friend got hit on the face and i really think it's a wrong identity.fuck man.why do MALAYS have to create scenes in club.ANYWAYS, halfway we got bored and me and lin headed to phuture, AND FUCK THEY WERE PLAYING HIP HOP AND RnB MUSIC.THE HELL IT WAS 5 TIMES BETTER!and HAHAHAHA the crowd was worst there.if you say you feel like sardines in a tin?i felt like GREEN PEAS in a tin.it was soooo pack but hell it was so fun and there were alot of chinese there and i swear i liked it there,serious.no fights whatsoever.and when justin timberlake's sexy back came out, me and lin SHOUTED LIKE FUCKING LOUD and everyone stopped and looked at us.hahaa fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT THEN,what made that night much more exciting is that, JADE COLE FROM AMERICA"S NEXT TOP MODEL CYCLE 6 WAS(AND STILL IS) IN SINGAPORE AND FUCK,SHE HAPPEN TO WALK PASS ZOUK BEFORE WE WERE SITTING DOWN OUTSIDE.oh my you know i was hyperventilating when farhan went like,"eh ahtut, tu tu,JADE JADE JADE!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was like "WHERE WHERE!?" and i saw her. and then she walk off.i was like DAMN.so after that we wanted to go to coffe shop and THEN I SAW HER,taking picture with some guy infront of the hotel beside zouk,AND WHAT ELSE,I WANTED TO TAKE PHOTO WITH HER TOO!!!hahah so lin zurah and safarina tagged me from the back and i walked behind her back and i went," JADE!"hahahaha kental right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she turned back and she was like, "hey man!!".at that point of time i swear i was shacking like an earthquake i tell you.like to get a chance to see and talk to jade is like going to heaven.ok la not that exaggerrating but you get what i mean. SHE WAS TALL and oh my god the figure was damn nice,perfect and her skin was like porcelain i tell you i got embarrassed because my face was like a world map with pimples!!!!!ah fuck,anyways,i managed to touch her hands and ho fuck it was like tissue soft. after we chat a little,i asked her to take a picture with us and she did,but the photo is with hudah's fren.it's abit dark though.haiya.then when we wanted to go off i said," HEY ALL THE BEST MAN!" and she went like "hey thanks man!" and oh my god you know the way she talked it was like very smooth and lazy and her eyes were smokey and lazy with her tied black afro.DAMN MAN!!what a chance!!surprisingly,ALOT OF people there didnt recognise her,like BODOH KAN!?they haven been watching television i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so when i reached home at about 6 am,aiyo straight away,with what i wore,i accompanied my mum to geylang market,can u IMAGINE!?my knees were already killing me and i went to market.cause on that day alot of people were coming to my house.after the market trip i went back and helped her a little and catched a nap and before i knew it alot of pple started coming.it was so tiring.and like all that happened til like late night til like 1 plus?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the DAY AFTER i went hari raya-ing with my nafa mates.HAHAHA IT WAS FUCKING FUNNY I TELL YOU.A WHOLEEEEE LOADS OF PHOTOS.i will update about that very soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT's why i didnt have enough sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok bye.(anyway the jade cole thingy, was fucking true im not making this up,so if u think im joking it means that you're jealous.ok bye)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116287450770161267?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116287450770161267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116287450770161267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116287450770161267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116287450770161267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-been-tiring-weekend-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116247182756131607</id><published>2006-11-02T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:50:44.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY FAVOURITE PIC FOR THE MOMENT.nothing GAYISH about it but i think it's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooooooo damn lazy to blog right now.serious.ya hari raye.huray(urgh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCKING XIANG YUN CAN GO TO HELL TO CHIBAI ASSOLE.PUSSY GUTTS.kanasai.kau besar punye kepale buto.pegi rendam pepek kau kat air garam ah babi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116247182756131607?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116247182756131607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116247182756131607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116247182756131607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116247182756131607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favourite-pic-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116124794734461653</id><published>2006-10-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:53:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/STORM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/STORM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been wanting to say this: ive cut my hair, SHORTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;hah yeah but i wont reveal the front. well prolly i think i need to have some change?oh ya alot of my frens have been like, "OMG AH TUT WHY YOU CUTT" or like "EH SIAL LA FRI,ASAL KAU POTONG" that kind of thing,haha well yeah i miss my curls but then i get curls by birth,so i shouldnt worry that much.i went to storm salon to cut and OMG, all of the hairstylist there were so fucking pussy scared to cut my hair because it looked like overgrown brocolli.&lt;br /&gt;all of them passed me to the senior stylist, which was very nice, but then again i got hearing problems and he got hearing problems so like when he's asking questions when im suppose to answer, i'll be laughing fakely because i thought he was giving remarks.and when i talk to him about hair, he'll talk about other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, i was asking "Oh so you mean clays and stuffs cannot maintain a STRAIGHT hair lah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered," ya SPRAY cannot one.because your hair very curly" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it? SPRAY and STRAIGHT.dunno la but i have to give him credits for the great cut.it was really nice. No wonder he's the senior stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO when i cut my hair, oh my fucking god i SWEAR the pimples, scars and dots look damn fucking obvious la omg that is one thing i regret.really man,i really really HATE my skin for nuts, im like a human leopard la seriously,and it looks damn damn horrible.like ya nice short hair, but EE ugly pimply face. DAMN irritating.and the back and neck and wherever it is,thanks to my dad for this genes.and WA, when people talk to me, they dont look at my face. INstead, they look at my pimples!WA LIKE I DUNNO eh fuck man i observe pple very carefully ok so you pple better bloody look at my eyes when you talk and dont make your eyes stop by at each and every pimple, cause i know.AND SCARS. that is like the cause of ugly face.cibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, im freaking getting tired of fashion not paying importance to men.&lt;br /&gt;This is so obvious looking at the baju kurong this year. i HAD SO MUCH difficulty because i didnt get the colour that i want, and i didnt get the cut that i want.whereas the female baju kurong fashion is like FWOAH, mermaid cuts with trumpet sleeves, drop V neck with slanted hem, trimmings and pipings like mad, not that i want all these in men's baju kurong, but fuck, every year it gets the same( but of course the real classic tulang belot baju kurong is still the best) but then like you know, the fabrics are rubbish. WHO WOULD WANNA WEAR BAJU KURONG WITH SHANTUNG FABRIC?omg it's damn not appropriate for hari raya. and when im searching for good satin, they give me METALLIC SATIN( LIKE STAR TREK) and weird weird fabrics they can ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY single year i have to settle with other colours like just now.i fucking wanna get a very grey satin with tulang belot cut and what i got is a maroon/dark syrup kinda colour and it's cekak musang but i pick that because i like the fabric. Sometimes in baju kurong, the details are not that important, the FABRIC is very important. i swear if ruby( my pattern making lecturer) teaches me how to draft baju kurong, i swear i'll be making money and AC collections, Miss Saigon, Bimla, Manja and more go and close shop.serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA, and probably one of the most irritating thing in the whole geylang bazaar is, INDONESIAN KEBAYA. oh my fucking god i feel like burning their shop. The shop is like a disco club, SHINNY AND GLITTERY with sequins and crytal organzas omg. i just dont understand.and they are not making money. like i think mina mina would wear those.i mean you can seriously tell between a nice sexy kebaya and a colourful-trying-to-be-couturish kebaya.fhew total freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVEN FINISH THE DENIM DECONSTRUCTION.AGDBAJODGBAJBDGJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im off.bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116124794734461653?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116124794734461653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116124794734461653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116124794734461653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116124794734461653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-wanting-to-say-this-ive-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116055819817245874</id><published>2006-10-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:23:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hotness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hotness is most important in a boyfriend/girlfriend. This indicates that you are mostly into having an attractive partner. You prefer to date around, and don't usually get attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Perfect BF/GF Piechart - QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/bfgf_piechart-5-2-4-4-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=57"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at http://www.quizgalaxy.com&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;oh yeah right,i think they give random results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116055819817245874?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116055819817245874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116055819817245874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116055819817245874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116055819817245874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/10/hotness-hotness-is-most-important-in.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116021693760131144</id><published>2006-10-07T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:28:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so that was it.that was it.thanks anyway for everything,really.from the cards and "slut" tee, from ipod to cactus,i will still treasure and remember those.and i will never forget the times we had.im sorry for everything that i did, and hope that you'll do great in life.dont be lazy to study please.ill be supporting you all the way and do well in australia aight.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116021693760131144?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116021693760131144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116021693760131144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116021693760131144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116021693760131144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-that-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-116004124377848360</id><published>2006-10-05T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:40:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok let's blog.&lt;br /&gt;achievements that i did:&lt;br /&gt;1) i painted toilet ceilings and pipes&lt;br /&gt;2)ive pasted the wallpapers and painted the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;br /&gt;and ive got to:&lt;br /&gt;1)clean my room&lt;br /&gt;2)redo my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;3)design crocs for the competition that ive joined&lt;br /&gt;4)buy baju kurong&lt;br /&gt;5)go IKEA AGAIN(MUahaha)&lt;br /&gt;6)more things which i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crossing the line.let's start playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-116004124377848360?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/116004124377848360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=116004124377848360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116004124377848360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/116004124377848360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-lets-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115985001456945249</id><published>2006-10-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:33:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/DSC06031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSC06031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IKEA GAVE ME WINGS(as sung by hady mirza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes it has, IKEA has really given me wings.it's like i think ive went there for like 3 times from the end of last week following to this week?ok la it's not alot but hey pantat it's at alexandra rd k.im at tampines.(anyway another outlet is gonna open at TAMPINES ROAD THERE i dunno how to explain the location but it's very near.YUMMY MAN,that's gonna be my new hangout place,bye bye far east, bye bye tampines mall, bye bye old chang kee.hey ok no, not for old chang kee, he's still my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So ya, i went there with my MAMAH recently and the previous with my siblings and omg you just feel like putting every single thing you like right in the trolly cause everything's there is just CHANTEK(nice). so like my whole family is like trying to revamp the whole house, ok not whole house la but more importantly the living room.so like we thought of making it like pure white you know that kinda of thing(EH u all if come my house hari raya make sure eh dont spill drink or kueh later dirty.hahahah) ya and ya we got alot of things white hahaha and it was so damn funny when arry had to carry the table of from the shelf and we had to push it around the whole store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for yesterday me and my mum(yasirah kaypo-ed along) went again and we got some botol kueh and i STIL STILL redundantly keep bugging her to buy more things for the house which to me, doesnt seemed redundant but to her yes.so it means that im very redundant. i wanted her to get bamboo tree, a new clock, a HUGE storage box, a nice rattan round seat, bigger jars, new saddle, pots, MORE spoons and forks, more mugs( for myself!) cause i already got one, a huge one and i want more, a vase, a nice throw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so does that sounds redundant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and also recently i have been painting.(WA PAINTING.sounds so fine arts).it's jsut house painting and can you imagine i painted the whole house and my dad was sleeping at the sofa when he's suppose to help me.well he did la but it was abit only.he did the corners.BUT STILL.painting the whole living room is no joke ok.and you can just imagine how small the roller is.small roller= more painting job. if huge roller= easy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and oh ya i haven start cleaning my room!my room is like a pig's pen.my school stuff is like all OVER the room and the clothes are jumbled up like meatballs and the dust is as thick as a quilt and you can eat as many as you want(HAHAHAHAHAHAH as said by little britain's fat fighters). and my mum said my room has become a nest for cockroaches.BEDEK SEH, my room has no food, why the hell those ugly brown spastic bitches would wanna accompany me at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh ya and also not to forget, when i told arry that i'll be getting PFAFF sewing machine at the end of the year and i got to have space in the room,wah his face turned into a bittergout.(hahaha bittergourt bitch).ya like,what the hell la,he thinks sewing machine is unglam.asshole.like damn it man,it NOT those kind of singer sewing machines which black in colour and you have that stupid lion symbol with wings dunno what shit with the tongue sticking out like having some tequila shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this machine is modern man,modern. can be as slow as a tortoise or as fast as rabbit(as shown in JUKI machine in my school, SERIOUS!) and can cut the thread automatically.and arry still gives that face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SO WHEN HARI RAYA IS COMING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115985001456945249?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115985001456945249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115985001456945249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115985001456945249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115985001456945249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/10/ikea-gave-me-wingsas-sung-by-hady.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115945778862971639</id><published>2006-09-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:36:29.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/relieved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/relieved.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES PEOPLE.that's how im feeling right now.it's like really, one whole damn assessment's done.you can just imagine how sucky it got.phew, ok imagine this people.you guys study for tests and examinations for like for one month and the exams can be like for one weeks or two weeks?or more?right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHECK THIS OUT- my work keeps going non stop for weeks and 90% of the time i go to sch approx 10am and i go off from sch at about approx 10pm.the workload gets even more and the best part is, ALL that hardwork ends up to assessment.and assessment is only like 10 tens for a person.HOW IRRITATING THAT CAN GET?WEEKS of work it boils down to only ten minutes of assessment.and i tell you it's really tiring and i had countles sleepless nights and i lose weight(HOW MUCH WEIGHT CAN I LOSE YOU TELL ME) and i grew new breed of pimples.it was no joke.i was always telling myself if out of all these shit i went thru and i still cannot become a good designer,i will drown myself in kallang river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya but everything's over so,phew.i think the assessment went quite well!especially my technicals-sewing.lucky my trousers went ok.other things about designs and everything was ok too.haha but the funny part was like 1hr before the assessment i had to print all my work at the printing shop and i had to paste my illustration fifteen minutes before the assessment!!!!!!!!no worst stil,since my initial is A, i have to go first,at the door while waiting, i had time to cut and paste some printed out words!CAN U BELIEVE it,one of the lecturers, Eugene, was like,"FOAH his guy ah,hahah really man you.at the very last min you can still do touch ups."...haha im like,"hey i can work miracles man".anyways ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but everythings not over yet, i got 3 competitions coming up.and NO not band compeitions, but fashion competitions.so wish my luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K IM OFF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115945778862971639?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115945778862971639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115945778862971639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115945778862971639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115945778862971639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-people.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115721755191010157</id><published>2006-09-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:19:11.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to shut down from the whole world right now.i just dont feel right,i feel hopeless,useless,mindless and everything that has got to do with "less".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's work is like shit and i really feel im doing crap work and there's alot of things to be done but i just cant do it cause im so tired and everything is turning upside down URGH.god where are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i think of it im so tired os studying fashion like why the hell i want to study this.practically EVERYDAY you see clothes,sewing machine,design design design textile omg everything and it sucks.IM GETTING SICK OF BENCOOLEN STREET.im getting sick of keep designing and designing again and again and again but i know this is my passion.so why am i just lazy to do?and what the hell am i doing now?shouldnt i be doing some draping homework or probably colour and graphics?but i know i love studying fashion but for now im sick of it.and assessment is in 3 weeks.great,and i have so little things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wasnt it just nice and sweet to meet up with my closest click(BUT WHERE's THE REST!!!!!!!!!!!).HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGG!you're the best.we shall make you stand on chair and sing birthday song again ok!it was really nice to see lala,totz,magg,bul,ishi and razin.where were the days man when we used to play soccer girls and guys together and lala kept pushing the guys.and where were those days when we play flying saucer games i would always be in the lousy team and lala farhan ishi and totz are ALWAYS in the same team and i will always lose.and where were those days when we will always sit at the canteen after sch and talk crap together and go to kedai mama beside our sch.and where were those days when totz hair was all smudged by gum when suhailah threw it at his head,and when faarisi punched bul's eye in the bus and they quarrelled.and where were those days when we will always go seoul garden and eat til we drop and our stomachs grew damn big and when you guys will always hate me for not going out after sch with you guys cause i got band practices and when im rehearsing my speech day with my band and you guys will always shout from far and act like drum majors and start making trumpet sounds.and the days when magg played soccer and he fractured his arm/wrist and we visited him in hospital and HAHAHAHAH all the ones who were at the same ward with magg had other fractures like necks,stomach,legs and everything and we all starting making fun of them and we bought him a birthday cake and we got another cake from the nurse and i remembered the nurse was so talented that she can play happy birthday song on the guitar.and the days whenn faarisi had a damn flat clean combed hair and no one could ever touch it until one day he spiked his hair and one day he wanted to cut his bangs and asked me online how to do it and i keep telling him cut like ------- and then  ten times and he cut and showed me.ahahaha and when he's ALWAYS late for class and sit at the block infront of the school and hide from discipline master and will always come to class 15 mins after that.and everytime when magg and bul always miss the fun cause they're in the different class and kept coming to my class and when we always laugh at lala and bul because they had to go for turf club while we eat briyani rice and when got one time suhailah skipped turf club and during maths lesson she had to stand outside the class and do star jumps.and when during night studies we wont study but act want to find ghosts and step take ghost pictures and went to 7-11 for spagetthi bolognaise with lina and nani omg.and after terawih also we would eat spagetthi.and when during art camp we were tired of painting and at night we played block catching and faarisi and aidah wasnt scared at all and just walk around the sch like no business.and during sec camp where suhailah's arms got stuck inside the mud and when i pull that arms out the other arm went in.and where were the days when i would always ask magg to teach me maths but i dont pay attention and when bul always talks history more than we learn and when ms quek's lesson was the horror and u guys never wanted to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHERE WERE THOSE DAYS GUYS?you guys are still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,after that,it was still facing the reality.what has gotten to me?and im seriously hurt,i am.i need time.and im sorry.im lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115721755191010157?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-115647992508305530</id><published>2006-08-24T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:25:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/DSCN0594.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSCN0594.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're not forgetten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115647992508305530?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSC00789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/DSC00794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSC00794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/DSC00801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSC00801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roight so this are the pictures during the clementi town alumni concert.hahah sorry for the late entry.i just have fucking so much work okay!!!assessment in like 3 or 4 weeks!?!well actually they are more pictures but they look abit redundantla. and oh ya did i tell you when me and silas were in the train,fauzi laily was inside the train and was sitting beside silas?and the funny part was,hahah i thought i would be the one sleeping.end up,silas was the one sleeping and you can just imagine how funny is it when silas is sleeping and he started hitting me and hitting fauzi,to the left,to the right,and he jerked.HAHAHAHHAHA i swear i was laughing to myself la.giler nyer silas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways recenlty it has been so tiring.i get tired very easily right now.dunno why.OH YA,FAARISI FAHMIE HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, inside my eye im growing something i just dunno waht!!!!!!!it's damn scary.it's itchy but at the same time it's painful!it's growing at my upper eyelid and fuck my eye is getting swollen!!(mind you it's not tembel k)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stefan keep saying what if suddenly one octopus comes out from that thing!hey fuck la...hahahah since when i went swimming with octopuses.fuck when my eyes are gonna look like olives.argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYk,JOAKIM IS STILL NOT OUT?!what the fuck,eh chibai girls,stop voting for him la bodoh.you all blind or pekak?cant u see he JUST CANT SING?he just cant sing.i swear to god right i really can sing better than him for like 5 times better,i swear siak.look at the idols now,dont it feel weird without mathilda around?and that paul also,urgh.now i guess the finals would be amongst hady,paul and jonathan.please,can i see him out by next week??if joakim fans are reading this please tag me and say,"i hate you pantat". and if people agrees to this people tag me,"OMG ah tut you rock!" k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if joakim reads this,then im dead.sorry joakim,it's just that it gets much more difficult for you if you're still in.come face it,the competition gets fierce.but not as fierce when mathilda's around but still!well if you think you deserve it then you gotta choose better songs.i think the songs are TOOO RECENT.where are all stevie wonders?oletta adams?aretha franklin?donna summers?jennifer holiday?why do i hear very recent songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways datok k having a good life with siti nurhaliza*hinting to atikah*.hahah sure she berserk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok IM OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115647927226324863?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115647927226324863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115647927226324863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115647927226324863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/DSCN0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY MY LOVE, NUR ATIKAH BTE ABD RAHMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well as i said before i might be a lousy boyfriend who's not good with surprises and stuffs but at least your birthday is not forgetten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes,proabably it might have not been a good 5 months but for what i know now is that i do love you and nothing can do us apart.(fuck does it sound mushy?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha.anyways it was sweet of your friends to do that.i felt it was the sweetest thing ever.haha so,you're 18.what are you gonna do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please cherish your life and dont condemn yourself okays?or else why would i love you?cause you know,when you smile it's the sweetest thing on earth,i swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope you had a blast with your birthday and my only wish for you is that i want you to be happy.sounds cliche?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but people always dont realise it.they DONT get the happiness they wanted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my wish is for us to hold on cause you are,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SWEET THING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115565866382251855?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115565866382251855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115565866382251855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115565866382251855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115565866382251855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-18th-birthday-my-love-nur-atikah.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115540628088239350</id><published>2006-08-12T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:11:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REPORT ON SINGAPORE WIND SYMPHONY YOUTH CONCERT "PRESS START":&lt;br /&gt;omg what a tiring day it is.well how was the concert?well i had fun,well most of the time except for some parts.hahah omg let me see,i think our best played pieces were the incredibles and carnival of animals and final fantasy 7.DAMN SHIOK wuhu i swear i played full force la.hahaha shut up.OMG i think mononoke medly has to be the worst piece i guess.not only the solo cock up but i played the wrong note on the timpani and bla bla.HUAHUAHA but people didnt notice.and other pieces were well nice also although there were mistakes like HOI,every concert every band sure makes mistakes what.but fuck la RASULL IS THE BEST LA.he did this animation video at the background and as we played the songs it tallies with the video and fuck la damn nice ESPECIALLY FINAL FANTASY X:EXTRAVAGANZA.got one part omg fucking sweet when you have this girl crying or something and then the guy starts calming her down and the song goes so sad with this deep bass drum notes and shakers with vibraslaps.fuck man fucking nice.and the ending theme omg fuck la it was damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this one part where the band sings and percussion section was in slapsticks,sleigh bells, finger cymbals and bamboo sticks and with congas fuck man it's the part where this girl walks to the pond or something hahah and it's like singing with simultaneoulsy played beats of percussion HAHAHAHAHA FUCK i like that ONLY that sometimes it wasnt on beat.URGH.and then what else hmmmm...i was hoping for spirited away to give me goosebumps but somehow final fantasy x nearly made me cry when i hear the music and watch at the video.NOW I KNOW FINAL FANTASY IS SOOOOO GOOD.the incredibles theme is like fucking nice la and i prayed like fuck not wanting to cock up cause i always cock up playing the drums.but fuck man,just now was like WUHUUUUUUU so nice.FINAL FANTASY 7 the middle part going to the end is like wuhu jaw dropper k i tell you.HAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAH.(i think im repeating myself).oh ya and we played shrek dance party hahaha and then the audience all follow the "YYYYYYYY M C A!!!!!!YYYYYYY M C A!"haha fuckng cute.and then there was final fantasy vocal medly with this singer named rachel who sang,omg fucking nice also that i nearly lost count when playing timpani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the percussion ensemble!!WE PLAYED THE SUPER MARIO THEME!!!haha fuck man,i dont know whether it was lame or not,but somehow i think it went great!we played the main theme,the underworld theme,star theme and ending theme and at last like we played the main theme back and it would get faster and faster and faster and like we gave up playing and throw our sticks and we gather around selene who's playing the keyboard and like fucking engrossed dont wanna stop(HAHAHAHAHA) and like finally the whole section blew all kinds of whistle!!!!!fuck man,train whistle,car horn,dove call whistle,ratchet everything!!!HAHAHAHA then the best part comes,i used this whistle which sounds like a duck and i start talking to selene HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.like,"HEY SELENE!HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-STOP PLAYING LAAA.LOOOK AT THE PEOPLEEEEEE.THEY HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.UNDERSTAND?STOP OK STOP"...then i'll signal the whole section like,"hey you,you you and you,let's go"..then shawn with ring the bell and i'll go like "left,left,left right left"...HAHAHA FUCK IMAGINE THAT IN DUCK's language k!!!hahah luckily the audience all laugh,if not fucking paiseh siak.hahahahah.but i hoped the audience liked it although yuzil said she didnt understand that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice la k.omg great time playing with them.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was soooo disappointed that none of my friends OR my junior band members came like what the fuck.i mean i understand la like for some people cause they have much more important things to attend to but the rest hello.like i reminded 3 times to the whole band and i dont see a face.i was like expecting like 3 people of them like come and wave at me at their seats and when i look at people who wave at the band those people i dont know.hai so sad.AH FUCK LA IF YOU THINK I FUCKING EMO OR WHAT just shut up k BUT CHIBAI LA.chibai la ok.at this point of time i can only trust on my own family who came down although they missed one song but then again seeing their faces really made my day.and when i see atikah with many of her friends came down to watch the concert im like omg so sweet.seeing atikah with her saxophone with hair all tied up also made my day.thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHERE IS THE LOVE PEOPLE?(yala going fireworks free mah,some more much more interesting then my concert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it sometimes.i wont be surprised my next concert which is next week on the saturday 19th of august no one will come also.hai maybe i shouldnt expect things to happen la.im stupid too.now wonder.and i end up disappointing myself.haha how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS swsy is love ok.love.mr tan is so cute standing one side looking at us although his face turned abit bitter when we cock up.hahaha.and mr rasull also.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT jysb u people better work fucking hard for your fountain dunno what concert.LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE PLAYING IT"S like sgvhbaehbauiehbpuietnbauiehbehbpueib CRAP.sorry ah if you guys not happy with me and u wanna tag shits just tag i fucking dont care  but just see how you guys are playing it's like so horrible if you guys dont even realise.DONT YOU FEEL EMBARRASED WHEN SENIORS COME BACK AND THE PLAYING JUST GETS WORSE?i really think you guys have thick skin and ACT AS IF you guys are great musicians LIKE HELLO,IVE BEEN IN THE MUSIC SCENE longer than u guys although im still learning and still you guys act as if you guys have played music for ten years?WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP OK WAKE UP.this is what you call musicianship?SHAME ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven talk about the excos YET AH AND SECTION LEADERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,im so tired i need to sleep and i dont wanna go to sch.&lt;br /&gt;SWSY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K IM OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115540628088239350?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115540628088239350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115540628088239350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115540628088239350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115540628088239350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/08/report-on-singapore-wind-symphony.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115513931930209234</id><published>2006-08-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:01:59.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's start this entry by saying that i thik rahimah rahim from singapore idol(sorry farhan superman) IS GETTING IRRITATING.WHY MUST I ALWAYS TALK BOUT ALL THIS?hahaha i dunno maybe because rahimah is abit too much.HELLO EMO GIRL, stop being so emo for a while can or not.aiyoy.and i dont understand why she had to cry at the end of the show?hahaha and joakim's face was like kena slap when dick said ,"......but the singing part sucks la.." HAHAHAHAHA OMG dick you're sucha bitch now see what you've done.but overall as usual la,mathilda and hady mirza ARE THE BEST.WUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to go out?PAUL TWOHILL or JOAKIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k happy national day pple.wuhu i love the fireworks cause they played march slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did i celebrate national day?nopes but the bestest click when to lala's bro in law place i think cause had kucur rambot occasion and we went.OMG LIKE WHERE WERE THOSE TIMES when we will always always always always always slack and talk talk talk talk and keep talking about people and have good laughs together and they keep disturbing each other.fuck man,it's so fast since secondary sch and like omg look at us.i think keeping in touch with your secondary school friends are the BEST THINGS EVER K.and happen that lala's birthday is tmr so we fork in some to buy a cake omg so fun.and we sang for her with the whole family and with sufyan and all,fuck man good times.thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now im so lazy to do my work.got lots of things to do like FISH,MY ASSESSMENT IS NEXT MONTH AND LET ME TELL YOU THIS IS THE STARTING DATE(I THINK) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th SEPTEMBER.PONGALIPONGGAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's HUGE LOAD OF THINGS TO DO K.&lt;br /&gt;1.Sewing: pants&lt;br /&gt;2.Research methodology:finishing up research which i got ALOT to do&lt;br /&gt;3.Fashion design:more garment designs and fusing up my themes&lt;br /&gt;4:Textile design:finding a motif and develop good design and come up with a product eg. bag&lt;br /&gt;5.Colour and graphic design:find a theme and DO back all 16 developmental sketches and come up with final design and transfering it to a product eg. shoe&lt;br /&gt;6.Pattern making:doing more pants variation and jacket patterns i think&lt;br /&gt;7.Draping: i hate this subject cause we finish draping skirts but i haven finish draping one variation and we're doing blouse and god knows what else which is alot&lt;br /&gt;8.Computerized design class: i dunno yet what is there for us but i think we have to do computerized original design from us and we photoshop it and primavision it and what shits and put it to scarf or things like that,I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;9.Fashion forecast: i love this suject but for now i dunno what project will there be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS JUST FROM WHAT I KNOW K.there will sure be ALOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT of things to come.and next month is fasting month.and i haven talk about $$$$$$$$$$$$$ k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO EVER SAID BEING A FASHION STUDENT IS EASY?kaninasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress period.this is the time where you'll see my dressing like fuck because of too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my dear looks hot in cap ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH YA who wants to come to my concert quick tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29416360.post-115480466936450069</id><published>2006-08-05T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:04:29.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE NO MOOD AND I FEEL SICK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)   (fake smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115480466936450069?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115480466936450069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115480466936450069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115480466936450069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115480466936450069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-no-mood-and-i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115454427215785656</id><published>2006-08-02T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:44:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i dunno why but paul twohill is just very BLAHHHHHHHHHH.i dunno i just dont see why the crowd cheers for him very loudly?WHY?is it because he looks cute in that eyeliner?or is it because of his silky soft emo hair?is it because of his quirky personality that is so cool?OMG I JUST DONT SEE IT.sorry paul's fans out there but i think you must be blind.well he can sing,but he CANT SING PROPERLY!see the difference?THAT's the problem with voters.they only vote for ones  they LIKE,not the ones that can SING WELL.well,maybe you may not like that person,but you would rather vote the one you like who doesnt sings better than the other?i just dont know man,we singaporeans must,and i repeat,must be blind.LIKE HELLO.LOOK AT YOUR FINALISTS AND VOTE PROPERLY.i get irritated when the ones who cant sing well stays in the compeition,and the ones who cant sing well is out.i bet the top 28 contestants are damn booing at them.but seriously,i just dont know what's with paul twohill,probably he's a wannabe or just an entertainer?WE NEED AN IDOL HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guess is, mathilda, hady and jonathan are DEFINITELY gonna be in top three.if my prediction is correct,mediacorp tv should reward me with a 3G phone or a digital camera or $1000 cold hard cash i dont care k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha like why i just get fed up over SG IDOL?haha because of paul twohill and hello im a singaporean too and i wanna see a good idol.WAHHAHAHA K CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have been having bad headaches recently and ive been sleeping alot ok mind you.skali i got tumour hor?OMGTE FUCK k shut up.but really i get it alot of times.aiyoy probably it's just migranes alfri.oh god,assignments not done,sch's gonna open next week what's this?the lecturers are sure gonna screw us up.omg friday sports day at sentosa,how cool is that?i think NAFA's getting crazy.how the fuck is she gonna control the whole 3 schools together?i sure the students are gonna do their own stuffs la.i can just imagine some of them soaking inside the sea act act play with water splash splash to the friends.some will be in their kinky bikinis and start lying on a mat with suntans with HUGE shades and reading books with ice lemon tee and be like,"HEY GIRLSSSSS" and looking out for hot guys and hot guys looking for them.and some idiots dunno what to do will stroll around act act wanna build sandcastle then started walking to palawan and go to fort siloso.and some irritating ones will be like making whole load of noises and keep laughing at pple and stuffs.and some guys,OMG ya they will be half naked and thinking they look like jon jonsson when their bodies are like waffles and walk around the beach thinking they are the hottest ones around.fuck im gonna puke a pail.and of course, SFS STUDENTS WILL BE THE MOST HAPPENING.WAHAHWAHWBAHBW.so selfish.but true what,the most glam,happening,cool,hip that sentosa might sink.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope there's no downpour k.however i dont feel THAT excited about it.im much more excited about the upcoming two concerts.WUHU.recently i have been eating alot of mee goreng at the brothel's coffeeshop.it's so yummy.and guava.and home made ice lemon tee and ice milo fuwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN BOY's COMING TO SINGAPORE!how cool is that!!!!sure they'll be like tons of crowds.it'll be great to get an autograph or a tag from him.HELLO BRYANBOY!U ROCK!WUHU!can i have one balenciaga from you?=)HAHA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,since ghost festival is here,my house area there near to the TP side there's like this HUGE celebration or something omg i thought shakira came to town cause one singer who performed was really shaking her butt la i walked so fast to see when suddenly the songs she sang sounded like those japanese graffiti V or something.hahahah.aiyoy then all the uncles stand around all "gatal gatal" type with hands akimbo and wide open eyes.hahah wonder if their wives know about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna remove pimples la.FUCK they look like porridge la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K IM OFF.WUHU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115454427215785656?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115454427215785656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115454427215785656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115454427215785656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115454427215785656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-i-dunno-why-but-paul-twohill-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115441094850487639</id><published>2006-07-31T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:42:28.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello assholes im having an upset stomach i kept going for toilet non stop and my ass burns.GET IT.MY ASS BURNSSSS.PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;so painful.yesterday when we wanted to go concourse toilet i really cannot stand that i stopped by a coffee shop toilet and released.i swear it was damn loud.and then when i went out i felt the same thing again lucky chiman was there and we rushed to concourse toilet and omg concourse toilet is damn freaky k.i was pooing and at the concrete wall and my right side it's as if someone was knocking,i swear someone was knocking.i guessed it's those hungry ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,omgte thanks to atikah that show was really sweet.i stayed til like 4 plus in the morning just to watch the whole episode one.thanks dear.yes, and you're loved too k.as what they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"`i `lurrbe `euu `shoo `muchh~! `take ` care  `hor!hahahx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH AHABSHABSHBSIHDBIASB.ok whatever,other than that,things are gonna be okay alright?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swsy and clementi alumni band concert coming nearer!who needs tickets tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still fighting with my stomach!BURNING ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K IM OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115441094850487639?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29416360.post-115427316011414181</id><published>2006-07-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:26:00.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so lazy to blog.i know you guys keep pestering me why i didnt blog.simply because i am so lazy.huha.and i have been very lazy i kept sleeping and sleeping and yesterday i slept the whole day til i cannot open my eyes because all my eye shit glued my eye hokay.i dunno why but i haven been feeling very sleepy,sleepy deepy.why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been normal.band practices and meetings and dear.OMG please if you guys wanna go to the concerts please tell me.i have to sell tickets or else i cant perform okay.and i pay a load sum of band fund k.you all better come.oh just now INSPIRASI MEE SOTO.SLRURRRRRRRp fucking total delight.well actually initially atikah wanted to eat sweet secret's cakes but the shop close.so after that i initiate on tong seng.but she said its close.then she said why not long john silver's bedok.so ya bla bla bla when we reached bedok.HWUASBAU suddenly i thought of INPSIRASI.OMG WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING NICE.i dont mind eating mee soto everday larrrr.(well actually before band prac waiting for firdauz to arrive me swee teng and faizal had a short lunch and i ate mee soto).hahaha but it was seriously nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA ONE THING.if you guys are a huge fan of mononoke medly i think you better bite your nails cause i think it's not gonna be that nice k.HEHEHs.(SHUCKS THEY ARE GONNA KILL ME FOR THIS) but ya im telling you first. but dont worry.you might never know what may happen on that day.but my personal favourite is carnival of animals and final fantasy 7.HEBAT SUNGGOH.actually final fantasy 10 is nice.but so jumbled up.ok i shall not leak.come okay you all.come la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i got no other things to say except i love nur atikah bte abd rahman very much.HUHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K IM OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115427316011414181?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115427316011414181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115427316011414181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115427316011414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115427316011414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115367609019045830</id><published>2006-07-23T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:34:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh not to forget, singapore wind symphony youth is having a concert called "PRESS START" based on animes and games. tickets are sold at 8 bucks 7.30pm at ulu pandan community centre multi purpose hall.it's on 12th of august and pieces like final fantasy VII and final fantasy X arranged by our own conductor!not to be missed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also celementi alumni band is performing at nanyang girl's high school auditorium concert theme is "back to school!" popular pieces like selections from grease, concerto d'amore and many more!tickets are with me selling at 10 bucks 7.30pm i guess.so dont miss this too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im performing la that's why im promoting.ho fuck i know u saw this.GO OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115367609019045830?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115367609019045830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115367609019045830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115367609019045830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115367609019045830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-not-to-forget-singapore-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115367276703391520</id><published>2006-07-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:40:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/HPIM0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/HPIM0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/Picture%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/Picture%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/Picture%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/Picture%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i will always belong and i will NEVER, i tell you, NEVER forget my roots and where i grew up to be a musician and how precious those memories were be it bitter or sweet, i will treasure them and those fond moments are always inside my head.WELL ALTHOUGH THE SCHOOL SUCKED NOW, JUNYUAN SYMPHONIC BAND NEVER. i love them to bits and pieces and for as long as i can, i will help them in anyway possible to make sure we have our own glory.OUR OWN GLORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alumnis.fucking great people.where were those days when ms sia will always chase us out and repeat the bars for like ten times?where were the days when we'll ALWAYS go for band concerts and we will always count back how many concerts we went and when were they days when we would always sing oregon in public and people kept thinking we're idiots.where we those days when saturday band pracs would end with going to suntec and city hall and slack and slack til night.and where we those days when we planned band fun day and band camps til i fell off from a bicycle just to rush to photcopy shop and photocopy the schedule.and where were the days when we were so nerdy with short short hair short short pants high high socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and percussion.OMG percussion section is my love.if only i can gather them from the FIRST batch til now omg wouldnt it be fun.like seriously WHERE WERE THOSE DAYS GUYS?!where we those days when we used to punch holes onto boxes with our drumsticks?where were the days when we stood up fighting for everything we knew we were right?where we the days when we will always show off to the sch with the band that we are the best when it comes to speech days?and when were those days mr ong used to say we were the best?HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was fun.ok nothing much has been happening lately.only that ive been having sleepless nights and i will always sleep late because of assigments.FUCK LA.imagine this k.my schooling hours are like twice my sleeping time.make sense?i tell you every morning i wake up feeling like konnayaku jelly thinking what to wear and got one point of time i was so tired after frying the eggs to eat i wanted to put oil inside the fridge.and i mistaken shampoo for toilet bowl cleaner.cause im just too tired and deadlines are real deadly i tell you.it has been soooooooo tiring.as what atikah said,i should sleep and wake up two months after that.how cool is that??you hibernate and when u wake up you will see a WHOLE LOAD of eye shit stuck at ur eye til you cannot open your eyes and your mouth will stink like like your dustbin but you will feel damn fresh that you wont sleep for the whole month and be active like 7-11 store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i went out with atikah to far east to eat and YES=FRIED MARS BAR which $1.50 TOP UP FOR FOUR MORE BALLS THANKS TO STEFAN FOR THE INFO.actually i wanted to give two more atikah but she dowan ya so we sat at the side there watching bands performing with whole load of emo people around(what's wrong man?paul twohill's fever) but some bands were fucking crappy i feel like chucking in the cymbal inside their mouth like tribal pple.but we were damn enjoying the mars bar and omg half way i got a mad headache cause there were toooo much chocolate for me.i dunno why.and i didnt finish the last piece.actually i thought of donating it to someone but ah heck i threw it away.let the damn cockroaches enjoy.so after that we rushed to mjc for some fund raising band concert by mjcsb and aichi meiden symphonic band.both bands were good!!!! BUT MEIDEN band was FUCKING GOOD I TELL YOU.YA FROM JAPAN,what can u expect???when they play, it's like you're hearing it right from the cd recording because it was very polished although the concert was inside a plain school hall!!!how good is that you tell me?my goosebumps keep rising like sea waves i tell you.they were so fucking good.and then me and atikah were standing beside mr ong omg he's so fucking cute he kept pestering me to shout encore im like hey??????so ya,thick skinned mah,so i shout lor.hhahahaha and there were encore.after finish he ask me to shout again,so i shout lor,and THIS TIME HE SHOUTED TOO HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK IT"S SO FUN.the funny thing is,at the end of the concert when me and atikah were about to leave and when i said goodbye,he shaked my hands.hahah im like &lt;a href="mailto:????!!!@@@#$$$???"&gt;mailto:????!!!@@@#$$$???&lt;/a&gt; dunno what was that for but i think he was sincere.hahaha mr ong is so cute la.OMg not to forget ms sia is so sexy.the older she gets,she slimmer she is.and oh ya thanks dear for the concert and thanks soo kun(if you're reading this) for helping us paying you are so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now had swsy prac and it wasnt that good la thinking that concert is just around the corner.and dunno whether mario confirm or not.urgh.but i think it'll be fine.and then me and atikah went to far east to grab a shawl and thanks dear again for taco bell!WUHU.ALAN,is that the guy's name?haha habshabsabshabshabs.ok.i got alot of work to do again!DIE!wuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atikah arms i love you very much.i guessed OO saw us yesterday.and he was like OO.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAha.wuhuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K IM OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115367276703391520?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115367276703391520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115367276703391520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115367276703391520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115367276703391520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-where-i-will-always-belong-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115307328191457320</id><published>2006-07-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:08:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for me,it's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGONY OF DEFEAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i really feel like a loser.really.at the national band competition(NBC) 15th july 2006 at vch,junyuan symphonic band was awarded silver medal with a low percentage.i just cannot accept that fact.seriously.we gave it all i swear we did.but just what happened?was the band too loud?was the band not paying attention to markings?yes we DID make a few mistakes but so did other bands.when after i heard the results,my heart went right DOWN,RIGHT DOWN.after the whole thing i went out,bursting in tears and crying like a small child,more like a baby i tell you.and so did emma and mido.im just feeling very mad,sad and sorry.how can it be?how can they get gold?why not us WHY NOT JUNYUAN.WHY NOT.and somemore we got the lowest score amongst the bands participated for that day.that was one tight slap for us.while others cheered on for their glory,we didnt.i didnt.the more i think of this the more i will starting crying,.i mean,when we were at the music room practising,i can really feel it,i can really see from their eyes they were ready,we WERE READY.and furthermore we asked the bus driver to keep playing out competition piece when on our way and inside the tuning room the spirit of the band was there i swear.and we played as a band.yes although there were mistakes but we gave it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finished performed i swear i saw a makcik sitting down,CLAPPING LOUDLY and smiled at us showing that "hey THIS BAND DID VERY WELL!!" i swear she gave that look(hey im not trying to act) and i felt really thankful and appreciated.but it didnt not turned out to be what we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ssw got gold,congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cch got gold,congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now during swsy practice,i just had no mood ok.NO MOOD AT ALL.and to make it worse that girl came and god knows just now fucked up i felt just now.REALLY.why do these things have to happen?why?yes although she looked kind,but do i care after what happened during the competition?dont they know it affects me ALOT,and i mean ALOT???fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that y*** k****,go and fuck yourself.you think my section is always at fault when there's problem?about the problem you think IT"S MY SECTION"S FAULT? you can talk to me "ARE YOU SUREEEEEEEEEE? ARE YOU SUREEEEEEEEEEEE?"fuck la kanasai as long as im the section leader for percussion i will do my best in maintaining OUR OWN INTEGRITY. you fucking better suck up ur smelly as if you wanna assume.I DONT LIKE if people label us.you dont know how crossed i can get if i MARK down one fucking person ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so fucked up that everything is going wrong.im not doing my sch work.alot of things has to be handed up tmr and i just cant start doing.and whenever i hear that song it hurts me so much that i nearly cried inside the train.i am really not gonna recover until i feel like doing so.it is really affecting me,alot.please people,for the moment,you wont get a humourous alfri.im just not in the mood for the moment ok.i will keep grieving til i dunno when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just where is our glory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115307328191457320?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115307328191457320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115307328191457320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115307328191457320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115307328191457320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-meits-agony-of-defeat.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115272115695669296</id><published>2006-07-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:19:16.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MICHAEL KORS AND NINA GARCIA ARE HUGE FUCKERS ALRIGHT.i really hate them,seriously."HEY NINA BITCH,you're just a fucking fashion DIRECTOR for ELLE.wah elle very big isit.cheebye.AND MICHAEL,your clothes are fucking ugly shit asshole nipples that i think i can design 5 times better" eh please ah,you all go vogue.com and search for michael kors's collections.it's super plain shit,like u can style it yourself.a shirt,a jacket over, A-line skirt and simple heels.what the fuck is that.OH YA,and this stupid orange sherbet evening gowm that is fucking plain ass,the fit is only the top and it drapes down like that.WHAT FUCK is that.yala ok ready-to-wear and i admit im not much of a ready-to-wear designer,BUT hello,DESIGNER is not the same as STYLIST.you not only match clothes,you DESIGN clothes".&lt;br /&gt;ok much more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i haven been blogging yah i know,cause i dont have time!!!yeah like now im suppose to finish up my report but i suddenly feel like blogging.things has been going ok.VERY TIRING ok.SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much things to do but so little time.and i can only hope my work is up to standard la.walau.went to orchard just now cause we had to do a project that is based on trends, street watch on the different age groups and all this and we had to scout and scout all over and my legs were really rotten because i was wearing my aladin shoes and YAH that shoes were bought 3 years ago and u can imagine how tight it is.NO cushion,ARROWED shaped and just plain hard leather.i tell you i was dying half way.EATING AT PUNCAK WAS  THE BEST.i rate the hokkien me like 10 thumbs up.FEEWEE.we went to alldressedup and we looked at roberto cavalli's collection,chloe OMG PADDINGTON BAG,when i touched it i felt like im in heaven.then went to hilton hotel cause stefan wanna see balenciaga but hahahah it's close and what's worse is that the bags are hanging like apples waiting to be plucked.HAHAHAHAHAH and we were saying how loud the bag's are shouting to stefan,waiting to be brought home and how we strategize on stealing the bags then we'll be fighting and since im the fastest i will visit issey miyake at beside and grab something and off to paul smith to grab more stuffs while the police are on their way at the scene.HAHAHAHA.tebiat pantat.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to HATE emo, emo punk emo rock ok whatsoever trend it is ok because of one asshole just now.we went to burger king (THANKS FOR THE TREAT STEFAN) and queued and then this group of emo people i think AND THEY ARE MALAYS(FUCKING WANNABEES LA) were queueing beside us.AND FUCK LA OK,i was dressed in light pink tee,skinny jeans,s shawl/scarf over it and my aladin shoes and stefan was in his dusty pink tee,brown blazer,skinny black jeans cowboy boots and a scarf too and FUCK THEM la they were looking at us.well looking at us is ok,BUT THIS LOOK IS LIKE,"HEY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING???I THINK IT"S NONSENCE AND U THINK IT"S LIKE WOAHHHHH"ok&gt;?hey i observe people very well ok and i can tell from this guy from the group.ok what the fuck la,he was in this white ugly tee and bermudas and some stupid big clown shoes,wearing black cap with stupid hair dangling and had two studs pierced at the bottom of the lips,one of left other on right.and he was DARK AND UGLY i swear he look like a fucking black toad and his eyes were YELLOW.YUCKS I FEEL LIKE taking the burger king tray and hit the fucking face.and he was looking at us top to toe,esp stefan when he wasnt noticing.im like what the fuck ah.LIKE WHAT(hey im not trying to compare how we were dressing like) BUT asshole, u dont LOOOk at us as if you dressed VERY WELL.WHAT FUCK,having studs makes you look as if u got huge dick is it.kanina.look at boots and aladin shoes as if he detests the thing so much.WAHHHHHH ISNT THAT FUCKING SUA KU?!?!?!?!!??it's really sad la hor.you're into emo and you never know MORE FASHION OUT OF EMO TRENDS.that's very sad.i feel REALLY SAD OK REALLY FUCKING SAD for people who are fucking NOT exposed to the REAL world outside,the trends and colours and details.REALLY REALLY SAD.and he stand as if like some fucking bastard trying to act big.cheebye.after that incident,im like AH FUCK THESE PEOPLE ARE TOTAL SHITS.oh ya,paul twohill is included too(LINA IM SORRY BUT HE LOOKS LIKE WHEN E.T IS IN IT"S TEENAGE YEARS).some emo people are really nice,the wear,hair and everything.but some are total WANNABEES WHO JUST dunno a shit about emo(not that i know about emo) and wanna be EMOS.EMO EMO your kanina la.so to those people who wanna be emos,PLEASE LA HOR,PLEASE do a research on it k.study them carefully THEN u TRY to be emo first.if it doesnt suit you and u still want to be one,OMG YOU"RE A WANNABEE.sometimes it's really sad la that some people dont see the beauty of many things.especially clothes.like emo or punk,oh like red black tattered jeans tight jeans stripes whatever are the most beautiful things,and they will never appreciate other things.HELLO PLEASE FUCKING LOOK AT DIOR HOMME K.ALIDBIGASUDBIGAEG.so agitated.just to note im NOT pinpointing to anyone here.this is GENERAL OK.but for that fucking guy just now,he can go eat his fucking nipples and let crocodiles eat him.SHALLOW BASTARD SHALLOW BASTARD SHALLOW BASTARD SHALLOW BASTARD.OH YA and there's nothing funny about curly hairs ok?and i fucking think my aladin shoes are fucking street stopper.JUST BECAUSE you never see a person in aladin shoes before then u wanna laugh when u see one?cause aladin shoes have this curl up at the front then WOAH U WANNA LAUGH YOUR WHOLE PUSSIES OUT?why WERENt you laughing when you were watching aladin cartoonS?that i feel it's stupid.as i say,they dont see the &lt;strong&gt;BEAUTY OF THIS LITTLE LITTLE THINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS VERY SAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im off,bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115272115695669296?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115272115695669296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115272115695669296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115272115695669296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115272115695669296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/07/michael-kors-and-nina-garcia-are-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115168837038121315</id><published>2006-06-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:26:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERTHING's IN A MESS.I REALLY NEED TO PACK AND HEAD TO PERU AND LIVE LIKE INCAS.NO MORE MRT,NO MORE TOPSHOP,NO MORE DIOR HOMME,N OLD HAGS.just the cool mountains and llamas and ponchos and bowler hats.and not to forget spanish.GRACIAASSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115168837038121315?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115168837038121315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115168837038121315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115168837038121315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115168837038121315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/everthings-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115161013122018697</id><published>2006-06-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:39:57.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9716.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESENTING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/IMG_9716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9716.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/IMG_9719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A GROUP OF INCA TRIBE OF PERU PERFORMING&lt;br /&gt;AT ORCHARD!!!!!!!ARRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9720.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/IMG_9720.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/1600/IMG_9720.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start this entry by saying now im starting to be very irritated by old hags out there.HEY im not trying to be rude or what,it's just that they are just like cockroaches.WAH COCKROACHES SEH.but really there are.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they wanna go up to the bus,YOU WILL ALWAYS SEE them holding the small railing of some sort at the door there and one step up takes about 3 sec.so there are 3 steps, so 3 x 3 = 9 DAMN SECONDS.but this is ok,i understand they got painful legs.BUT THIS IS THE WORST,BOTH sagging hands holding on to both of the railings left and right,not letting the rest going up before them.for this kind of case,i would love to hammer their armpits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when waiting for the mrt,they will stand RIGHT AT THE FRONT.when entering inside the train EVEN THOUGH IT's EMPTY,you can see them RUSHING IN to find seats like damn hyenaas.(ok whatever the spelling is).i get very very irritated.and not to forget when they show sympathy faces so that we can offer them our seats.actually i dont mind like those really in need,BUT HAGS AT 40-50,sorry i dont entertain.well infact it goes to everyone.=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collect phlegm and give this sound,'KORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKK' and at the next moment,"TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKHHHH".and it's done ANYWHERE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DIGGING NOSE inside the train.hey i dig nose in public too,but doing it in MRT.HOI????esp when there' s alot of people.and what's worst,when they dig and look at us.OMG THAT IS THE MOST FRIGGING SHIT.you dig you look at people and you're not embarrased?heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND WHEN THEY LOOK AT US FROM HEAD TO TOE.kanasai.fuck la if wanna look also dont look too long la.wah look like some museum piece.and when i glare at the back,suddenly they act looking at other things and this does not goes to old hags but also to public because&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was going to sch just now(AND IM LATE FOR ONE HOUR) and when i went inside the train and sit,one guy sitting opposite facing me and stared at me from head to toe.PALA BUTO.and u can just imagine he look at me and he squint his eyes smaller trying to act fierce so when i look at him i suppose i shld go like,"OH DAMN HE"S GONNA BANTAI ME".pussy ass,his face alone resembles a chopping board and he had a built body like WOAHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH IM SCARED!! K.A.N.A.S.A.I. ok?im a slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so sch was okla quite fun.OMG IM STARTING TO LIKE RESEARCH METHODOLOGY BECAUSEEE YES the photo you see above.THOSE PEOPLE,ARE THE EXACT TOPIC IM DOING FOR MY PROJECT!!THE INCA TRIBE PEOPLE FROM PERU.I TELL YOU I WAS FUCKING HAPPY like a thousand balloons.me shana stefan adelia and chiman were walking at orchard suddenly i heard some happening noise infront of the orchard mrt exit there.then there were like a group of four performing and i saw their colourful costumes.then i shouted,"OHHHHHHH PERU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" then i was looking at their cap and i saw guitars im like,"urgh,mexicans"..BUT THEN WHEN I WENT NEARER AND I SAW OMG AT THE GUITAR there i saw peru word and inka.MY JAW DROPPED SIAL.the next second i know stefan was dancing to the music beside me.hahah.at that moment i felt as if i was the most luckiest asshole around.what else?TAKE PHOTO LA!!and i took with that peru guy when he was trying to promote/sell their cd i straight away tell him to take photo.i felt bad not buying their cd cause i didnt have enough money and i didnt know how much was it.but then again,PERU OK!PERU!but these inca people i think are the modernise ones cause they look mixed.well yala peru people are mixed blood people but they look more "now" as compared to the originals at the Andes.SEE THE COSTUME(well actually it's called a variation of their poncho) is the coolest thing on earth and infact it should be a bowler hat rather then the hat their wearingI REALLY FEEL LIKE WEARING THEIR PONCHO I TELL YOU.nevertheless,the music was great.it was a mix rendition of mexican mambo with a zest of mountain folk songs injected with abit pop.ISNT IT COOL!!!!no wonder they inspire me alot for the project.THEY SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE COLOURS FOR THEIR CULTURE.not like singaporeans,gundu asses.dont like this colour la,dont like that colour ah,idiot.WUHUUUU!!!!and another of my topic is the flamenco dance so im fusing both topics together.HOW HOT IS THAT.madnees. you can just imagine the sultry sexiness of flamenco with deep passion of red and crimson fuse with rich colourful Andes culture and life of the Incas brought together in one.ijaernbqyh-654385436!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.fuh.thanks god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK IM OFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4204/3133/320/IMG_9634.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE TRUE ART OF FLAMENCO DANCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115161013122018697?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115161013122018697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115161013122018697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115161013122018697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115161013122018697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115133633276984016</id><published>2006-06-26T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T08:44:30.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY IS SHOULDER BREAKING AND LEG ROTTING DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeaps.it kills to bring LOADS of stuffs like paints and calicos and yada yada.stefan's bACK!!but damn him,he catched up quite fast!thanks for the gifts neways!today was such a blubbering day,ok what the hell in the world is blubbering?nvm.omg lynn was making so much noise non stop hits all day nagging and scolding cause we're just too slow and other classes are like 3 levels ahead of us.but truly enough la,3A2 is like the most slowest class in the world sch i think but then we're damn talented,you see.so why rush,right?HAHAHAHAH KANINA KANASAI.but when it comes to draping,hell yeah only god knows just how slow we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then we had textile workshop with nancy who teached us how to do different type of dyes!wuhu nancy is like the cutest thing on venus and she speaks so nice and i help her to pour hot water for the dye,THREE TIMEs!honoured seh,omg.(ok fuck shut the trap).and then OMG LA EMILYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs.just why are they around.so freaking irritating.ESPECIALLY THE ORIGINAL EMILY.ham-ma-der.i was seating beside lin and she kept jutting her head in the middle of us like so giraffe.oh yes,MOUSTACHED giraffe i can say.SHE HAD MOUSTACHE.total turn off.when i saw the moustache omg i feel like in a twilight zone.hahaha me and lin were laughing like hamsters.and got another group got one wanna act emo kanasai eyeliner like ten bottles smudged face like fabuluso we called her "muker NO***"(too obsence) and her friends are like wannabes.ok fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;had lunch at raffles banquet omg do i have to tell this?cut the crap.IVAN's CLASS.IVAN's 40 YRS OLD EVERYONE.HAHAHAHAHAHAAH CCB WANNA TRICK ME lucky stefan woke me up.to start his class,we had to copy notes,yeah,notes which are as long as commandments by the end of the lesson,i had muscular palms for too much writing.then he showed us how use different types of media and how to compliment and mix and match.AND YA HOR,ecoline buy soo expensive and you just splatter splatter on the paper like exorcist holy water.GRRRREAT.quite fun la.then after finish lesson my stomach got(MY YOUNGEST SIS JUST ASKED ME TO BOIL WATER CAUSE SHE WANNA DRINK HORLICKS.IM SO DAMN MAD I CAN CUT HER LIPS AND PASTE ON HER BELLY BUTTON) oh ya,my stomach felt as if was burned by the own acid.then ivan was outside talking about fashion and life,how to survive.like wah suddenly i feel so inspired THE MORE I WANT TO BECOME A LECTURER!ya i know one day i'll be colleagues with him,just like him and angelynn.omg so fun if im a colleague there already during lunch break i'll bring a basketball and we will play basketball game together with eliza!!!HAHAHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway stefan shared alot of things about london and paris!!!!!so exciting.FISH la i also wanna go there one day.then i will introduce sambal belacan to them.(ST MARTINS!!!WHERE ARE YOU?) and eat mee soto flamingo!!!!IASUgvuiarebbaet37.oh anyways there's ben and jerry's at downtown east and when i told atikah about this,i think she was on cloud 106,089.hahaha so funny.she'll go there everyday,i trust her.oh ya should i go hongkong for that textile convention dunno what shit at hongkong?the whole thing cause $600 not including expenses la.i want to go but then no money.where to dig sia.BUT YES I KNOW IT IS CHEAP.shutap.grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO PPLE,WHAT IS IVAN SOONG's REAL AGE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a) 40?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(b) 25?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(c) 28?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(d) 31?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(e) 27?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(f) 35?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(g) 69?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes start doing your calculations now.there's more choices for you to choose from!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG MY PHOTOSHOP GOT SOMETHING WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kk im off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115133633276984016?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115133633276984016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115133633276984016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115133633276984016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115133633276984016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/monday-is-shoulder-breaking-and-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115117587997684548</id><published>2006-06-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:04:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUJITSU(WAIT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one of the things in scary movie 4.HAHA went to watch with my atikah.but then again,i dont understand sometimes.some parts when it's SO FUCKING funny to me i'll be the only one laughing.and when other parts,the whole cinema is laughing except me.and i dunno why is this.WHY?cause we have different frequencies.like we were seating at the back and when i laugh damn loud,this couple infront of us(well you can practically see their heads) will have this imaginery question marks on top of their head i swear i can see.hey i got 4th eye u see.but then i think scary movie 4 is OKLA.but i was laughing like fuck when the JU-ON boy fell down to the stairs omg fuck that was freaking funny and OH when on the boxing ring everyone starting breaking my neck,freak i laughed like a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that we went jamming with naziely,safiah and faizal omg i tell you we kept playing my arms we getting rotten and swollen cause it's too much already.so after that was when i went to meet atikah(omg sorry dear i was late).so after that,where did we go?NURAINI's BBQ.WUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually it was very nice la to see those pple.oh ya me and atikah was stuck at the grass where there were like mud all over wuhu we were mud bathing at pasir ris beach i swear.we were stuck like some flamingos(OMG MEE SOTO FLAMINGOOOOO) then we had to go to the sea to wash our feet.fuck,like some tribal ritual.and then the funny part happened,when we reached the pit,atikah was like,"EH OMG sHE's MY SENIOR." and again and again.and true enough,90% of the girls there were ex-tkgian.hallelujah.seriously it was such a coincidence.case number 75,000.then they were looking at me,then they were looking at atikah.HELLO what's wrong?well i mean nuraini is really nice la omg.but some girls there omg i swear i knew they were talking bout me.what ugly hair isit.big nose isit.pimples isit.hmm yala sometimes pple do talk bout me.heck la.FUCK LA BUT YOU CAN NEVER KNOW IF IT TALK BOUT YOU,I CAN BE WORST THAN ANYTHING.i can talk bout your ugly butt and boobs if i want to.and not to forget your teeth with those mentega and maybe your face looking like a toilet bowl.hey i did that before.oh well nvm la.but i think hmm dunno la,maybe it's just not our frequency.poor atikah,she kept standing and looking around i feel so bad.luckily faizal naziely and safiah were there to entertain.omg they are such funny pple.i treasure them alot.then we eat chickens,then i eat mee hoon,then we drink fruit punch.then we poke hotdogs,fishballs and crabstick together i swear it's as if gotong royong tmr got wedding.BUNGA MANGGA.but overall it was pretty nice.thanks nuraini.and thanks guys.and thanks dear ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKLA I HAVEN DO ASSIGNMENTS.DIE angelynn is gonna choke slam me and ivan is so gonna clothes line me.ARTFREN,YOU BETTER STOCK UP YOUR SILKSCREEN CAUSE I WANNA bUY THEM TMR OR ELSE I WILL TEMBAK.eh fuck,shld i buy that muji shoe?CANTEK.&lt;br /&gt;ok it's 3.00am in the morning and im still not asleep later got band not enough sleep then i play nonsence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-29416360.post-115100489760809493</id><published>2006-06-22T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:41:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM BACK,for nonsence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai ok so ya it has been quite awhile.sorry la hor cause i was busy with sch work.OMG YA SCHOOL WORK.IT"S KILLING ME.but oh nvm im still surviving cause im number one(hah lin's gonna hit her helmet to my face if she reads this.HAHAH) ok ok serious.but really,it's non stop work.but i think im enjoying every single part of it.you know what,ok this is realy random,but i want to become a lecturer.HAH.FAT HOPES.aiya who knows?then i want to teach fashion design with textile design or research methodology.then i wanna study either at St martins,Parsons,London College of Fashion,RMIT or some japanese fashion sch to get degree.then i become lecturer then i'll be good colleagues with eliza,angelynn,ivan,THOMAS,VIK,DEBRA.oh my god wouldnt it be wonderful?then after that i will set up my own label doing womenswear then i'll explore on menswear and then i'll do couture and i will be the successor for john galliano and dior then michael kors will be dying soon and he will get jealous of me.then viktor and rolf will make good frens with me.donatella's cousin will also be frens with me.HAHAHAhA.OK CRAP YA I KNOW.puke first.done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.hahahaha.ok hmmm so,oh ya the other day after band prac we went to esplanade and got this french guy who teached us how to do a hat out of just a plain brown tracing paper!isnt it amazing?(but he look like pirate) but it was so fun.me,melvin,baldwin,shirley,jolin,joeven joined.the rest wanna act matured already.narbeh then play laptop.and then got one time he man shocked me from behind and he said,"YEZZZZZZ YEZZZZ!!!like thizzzzz like thizzz!!very nize.very nize."(cause he's french you see)then we did our own hats wow i swear it was nice.im still keeping it.if you want u tell me i'll sell it at 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;as usual alot of pple late for class and lynn panicked cause she couldnt finish her work on time and we were happily pinning the mannequins and i swear draping has never been so detailed with lynn.with vik,wow he can do our own neckline,cut.not much measurement.but for lynn's one gosh so many things to take note,ok la maybe good and bad.textile design was ok but i think my motif sucked.we were designing for a skirt and my motif turned out to be like some final fantasy 2475 costume.freaking ugly.then colour and graphic class,we got blur.hahah ivan is so weird.but he's nice.IVAN I WANT TO STEAL YOUR SHOESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY. &lt;/strong&gt;we sew upper part of PANTS AND POCKETS!but fuck it was a killer.eliza is so cute.she's learning malay from us.and i got fed up with the machine cause it jump stitch.chinabei.i smack the damn machine but it was solid metal so my freaking finger bones broke.MY FOOT was rotting when u keep pressing on the footer again and again..then we went to eat tong seng.did we?ok nvm then we were waiting at class for fashion design class and angelynn didnt turn up. =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) cause she was looking thru the old timetable.so the whole class left at 4.00pm and they wrote on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY . &lt;/strong&gt;he had fashion forecast class.ya like weather forecast.we forecast textiles,colours and trends.and we went to tong seng again and i swallow the whole laksa omg it's freaking nice and i think im getting hepatitis cause i love the cockles which is half cooked.and i like got one aunty there in high waist pants(well actually the pants are huge so she pulled it up above the belly button so it really look high waist)and it;'s in yellow!how much better can it get?she's my muse=tong seng babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY.YA TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;haha research methodology was interesting.i was discussing my themes with debra as if we were chilling out at starbucks with ten brownies.we were really talking alot cause im doing on flamenco dance in fusion with the inca tribe people of peru.so what do you get?A BOMB.colours,fabrics,cuts,design colours colours and more colours!!!omg and debra was showing me how high the hemline of the flamenco dress should be.fuck i tell you i can just imagaine how it is when she showed me practically how it looked like when she flipped her skirt.omg she's cute la.the best.i think we were discussing for like 30 mins?when like the others were waiting.HAHAHAH starbucks.more like swensens.with volcano ice cream with 100 flavours=nasi ayam,mint,black pepper steak,mee pok,laksa,chocolate,asam pedas,briyani and the list goes down.how wonderful would it be!!!then off to lily's class.lily is super cute also.then we were talking on how her sch life is dat dat dat dat dat(as what she'll always say).then pattern making!!!ruby was in her rollercoaster shoes and we leARN ro construct pants pockets.so interesting.HAHAHAHAHA chiman was shoooed off from class cause he was terribly late..2.30 class starts and he came at hmmm i think 4?or maybe later?hahah crazy.ok now im tired.ok let's learn some of IDA and CHIMAN's language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAS LONG HAS&lt;/strong&gt;(as long as)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STASTUE&lt;/strong&gt;(statue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NECK CURVE&lt;/strong&gt;(leg curve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAIN RULER&lt;/strong&gt;(graded ruler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPISSODES&lt;/strong&gt;(episodes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASTRONUT&lt;/strong&gt;(astronaut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SASTIFIED&lt;/strong&gt;(satisfied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UUUMEN&lt;/strong&gt;(women)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so learn this words monday got spelling k.next week bring calico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IM OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115100489760809493?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115100489760809493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115100489760809493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115100489760809493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115100489760809493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-backfor-nonsence.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115047648702978385</id><published>2006-06-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:42:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FRIDAY IS SEMBAHYANG JUMAAT DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i wake up in the morning,well afternoon actually.then it rained.then magg msg me whether wanna go prayers with him or not so i said yes we met at 1.15pm then go pray bla bla bla.and then,people kept looking at us.my guess is that they think we are real blood siblings cause both of us have REAL(not fake i repeat not fake) hair curls.ya,so ya.so what's the point im trying to make here?get your desired hair by birth.faking it wont do any good.how to rebirth?kill yourself,hoping to reincarnate(if god allows that is cause you killed yourself so prolly you'll stay in hell for 11 years clubbing) and wishing that you are given birth from a family who has maybe straight silky hair,kinky curly hair,or sun damaged freak hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so after prayers when home eat and sleep.i sleep and wake up sleep and wake up for four times hoping not to be late for band practice.gila.but then again,i was still late.maisarah and firdauz already waited for 30 mins.ah heck la,they'll always wait.HAHA.so band prac was okla hoping that they will play mambo magic cause i practiced like mad and i got so irritated my dad came to my room and teach me how to play.like hello,he corrected my mistakes and he even sub divide the notes to pieces and pieces and dunno what,and suddenly i know how to play!wow my father should have become a conductor man.and i'll join his band then i tell him i wanna play euphonium or saxophone or bassoon and i swear i can play better than anyone then i wanna play othello.ok crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so after that took the train home while walking pple at coffeeshop watch soccer like watching porn like that,so focused when nearly goal they will like,"OHHHHWW OHWWWWW OHWWWW" and then in a split second,"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWw aaiya".like what the hell?k nvm at least they are enjoying.ok when i was inside the train,as usual pple look at my beautiful pimples.(ya since when pimples are beautiful________).so at dunno which stop got this woman omg she's like huge,not that fat la,but huge,she sat down,and sat down on part of my pants cause my 3/4 pants was baggy,oh m god the moment she sat my thighs were shrinking and like wrapped i think my thighs were shouting so i act act budge abit ah but she didnt feel anything.i was like EH!?!?!?yala prolly cause her butt was like a size of boot car.at one moment when she lift the butt immediately i quickly pulled my pants back.that whole thing happened on the left.on the right,got this old auntie omg she made me laugh to myself la.i tihnk it's a habit la.she kept winking her eyes,and really wink damn hard and then the nose.it was so hard that her hands were moving also like playing noah's ark.omg i tell you it was so funny she kept winking and winking she looked like twinkle twinkle little star to me already.so ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's for today,ya for today and i haven do my assignements.great job,alfri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IM OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115047648702978385?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115047648702978385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115047648702978385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115047648702978385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115047648702978385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/friday-is-sembahyang-jumaat-day.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115039397433493121</id><published>2006-06-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:42:42.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok im seriously very tired.2nd week of school and there's so much things to do,so little time,no money to buy stuffs.omg this is really a torture.but im always squeezing my time to improve on my fashion illustrations.weehoo.ok crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pimples have been coming out now and then i can say,seriously it's such an embarrassement.like when is it gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's lesson was total freak.ok la,only for pattern making.OH YA,you pple out there better appreciate your jeans,trousers,pants whatsoever that you slip on as pants cause IT IS SERIOUSLY not easy to make ok.when we were constructing trouser's pattern i swear there were like 20 steps and they are tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,debra is such a great lecturer.she really understands what we wanna do(when we were discussing about her project work which prolly might be using it for the graduation fashion show) and i feel highly encouraged.i suppose the themes we agreed on seemed very interesting for me.it's gonna be a bomb.wuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to fajar concert with my juniors and i can say that hmmm,let's just say i was expecting more from them and didnt expect the mistakes they made.OKLA not to say my band is soo good,but hey,as i say,pple are open to point of views right.and that someone is really sticking out,"what are yout trying to imply?"but the second half was interesting la hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stefan's in london and we're suffering.&lt;br /&gt;im not in the mood so this is it.sorry.it's fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115039397433493121?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115039397433493121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;TODAY I AM FREAKING SLOW.YIIIIIIIBAAAA.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YES i am.i just dont know why.i got up late,reached the bus stop but forgot to take my mahjong paper.After taking my mahjong paper,i was happily enjoying the air con in the bus and i just remembered i forgot to bring my illustrations(yala although ivan didnt check).draping class was a MESS.i knew i was doing fast job but hey,me and lin lagging behind,like really lagging k til the lecturer was like,"eik both of you very slow hor!".i was like," =) ".we then went to art friend to buy ecoline inks which cost a BOMB and we went to TONG SENG!!!wuhu.i ate chicken rice and laksa.BEST.oh ya,when we were inside,there was this group of working adults,one of them was an ang moh,red hair canadian i think.AND THEN one of the colleagues,was freaking bitch/irritated/going to die/ugly face.like ya i know one of your colleagues is an ang moh of course he has his own way/accent of speaking,WELL YOU DONT HAVE TO BEHAVE LIKE HIM YOU BITCH.it's not that im against ang moh whatsoever,really.but that freaking women acts as if she's an ang moh.DOESNT SHE REALISE she's a local?singaporean?LIKE FREAK LA.she speakes so loud,it was even louder than the ang moh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she wanted to take her order,she said,"oh YEAAAAAA,mee SOTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO plllease.(mee soto).like the SO-TO part was freaking irritating my goosebumps rose up to five feet high.instead of MEE SOTO,she said MEE SOTHO.i swear at that point of time i feel like splashing my whole laksa at her face and put the cockles at her nostrils.FREAK.it also went the same for drinks.she wanted:green THHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEAAA(green tea).aidfnaieubn64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after eating,my stomach was so full i feel like 6 months pregnant.and i walked so SLOW with adelia.ya and we had several pitstops before reaching school.so textile design class was quite fun la.you need to cut the potato according to the motifs you are doing.and yes potatoes,and guess what chiman brought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET POTATOES.TWO HUGE ONES WITH NEARLY ROTTEN SKIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dunno what to say.chiman is damn joker.oh ya and we had to do motifs,chiman decided on doing this key kinda shape,when we did the printing.it EXACTLY look like POSB symbol.and even angelynn(lecturer) agrees.and chiman was ambitious about selling his POSB design to POSB for curtain designs(like since when posb office got curtains?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was colour and graphic and design class.AGAIN,me and lin were the REAL slowest snail in the class to do work.i dunno,maybe because other people wanna rush in their work?or im just too slow?colouring the colour wheel is no joke ok.we had trouble finding colours.OH ya and bonus question by Lin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"eh ah tut,if wanna get blue-green colour must mix blue and green paint together eh?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:if wanna get blue green,the combi is still blue and yellow cause it will get green.she literally thought of mixing BLUE and GREEN to get blue-green.*shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i was laughing like mad.ya then after class,GO HOME,SQUEEZE inside mrt.narbeh la those assholes keep pushing our bags.ok now im seriously sick.im having a real,true fever already.damn damn.k ah.IM OFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115013513788863851?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115013513788863851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115013513788863851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115013513788863851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115013513788863851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-i-am-freaking-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-115004701408427220</id><published>2006-06-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:43:53.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY EMMA YUANNA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUHAMMAD!!!WUHU!(11/6/06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha emma you're finally 20(well if you read this) haha.it's like really fast ok.time flies like running tap water.ok nonsence.anyways,happy birthday sis!ok ya i almost forgot,aini's birthday falls on 10th.&lt;strong&gt;OK NURAINI BTE NGAIMAN!HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!!!HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A BLAST!WUHU!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was rather and wet and cold day.actually suppose to meet art at bouna vista mrt to go band but haha something turned up and had problems.hahah so i went alone.IT WAS RAINING the mrt was like gonna topple from the track.so heavy rain.i was drenched when i reached band room.so band was ok la.firdauz,maisarah and shawn didnt come.haiyo.oh ya pple out there,singapore wind symphony youth is having an animation concert!we'll be playing pieces arranged by md rasull(our conductor) like final fantasy 7,10,spirited away and many more.it'llbe on august,ok fuck it's still long i know.yala anything just ask me k.-.-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after band i rushed to spotlight to buy damn lace pins and satin ribbons for draping class.and i was talking to shana on the phone and shana cannot hear so i talk so loud so you know la how it sounds like cause spotlight so dammn quiet and when i turned around i saw &lt;strong&gt;DALINA JAAPAR&lt;/strong&gt;.i was like "hey i know her!" but then when she saw me i think she was shock to see me with ugly pimples and i was talking so loud on phone.embarrassing man!ok heck.so spotlight was expensive i rushed to chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK PPLE SCENE 3 ASSHOLE(continued):shana told me at people's park got this shop called golden dragon that sells cheaper sewing stuffs and she said level two.yeap so i went around the WHOLE level two to find the shop but i fucking cannot find the shop.i swear like go round and round for like 8 times and maybe i thought i didnt hear shana well(which probably it might be level 3),i went to level 3 and go round round baby round round(like sugarbabes song).and nothing.so i ask one of the shop where is golden dragon.she kindly said,"Oh,golden dragon is at people's park centre.this is people's park COMPLEX".yeah,asshole right?the other time was the other way round!AHHHHHH why cant it be,PEOPLE's PARK AND THE OTHER ONE BE PEOPLE's GARDEN/EDEN/BACKYARD,CORRIDOR,FOYER WHATEVER IT IS.it's damn irritating.my legs were like going to be rotten,and i was damn hungry i didnt eat the whole day and i was eating two mentos.so after all the things i bought already so i went home la.so as usual,i get the attention from public cause my pimple is right SMACK on my nose.how sweet. and i was about to cross when i think i saw&lt;strong&gt; LEVAN from RONIN &lt;/strong&gt;i think.cause he looked very familiar and ive shaked hands with him and i remember his white long hair with the specs all,and he was going to 7-eleven with this girl.so ya,oh and i saw khairuddin from my sch last time at people's park and i was like a gundu asking him whether he come across that golden dragon.hahaha gundu right!then he like kinda trying to find also when i bumped into him again he said he didnt see the shop,yala duh.khai iS FREakING TaLL!!i think he can see my pimples in a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached home i wanna do the colour wheel for colour graphic design class OMG I TOOK ONE HOUR to divide the circles damn like it's a primary school JOB!!!i nearly gave up.like im total freak asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally one very weird guy i saw inside mrt:you know at peninsula well i think they sell this at alot of places.you know this belt where they have this kind of digital flash flash thingy where u can program it?let say you put,"I LIKE MEE REBOS" then that thing will flash "I LIKE MEE REBOS" again and again simultaneously in red flashing lights?ya so u know this guy,he look very cool u know that kinda thing and guess what,on his belt it says,"TEAM BOYAN".get what i mean?boyan is actually boyanese u know like javanese,bugis,arabic??those kind of different malay groups just like u have it in hokkien,cantonese and many more.ya so i fucking nearly laughed and i think i was laughing to myself like,hmmm ok you're a boyanese,so why TEAM BOYAN?!i just freaking dont understand!!!!well not that im agaiinst boyans or what but it's just freaking funny my hp nearly break into pieces.TEAM BOYAN.HURAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to sleep.later got sch.see ya.IM OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-115004701408427220?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/115004701408427220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=115004701408427220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115004701408427220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/115004701408427220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-20th-birthday-emma-yuanna-bte.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-114986794035702931</id><published>2006-06-09T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:45:40.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;helo pple.my name is alfri.let's talk about today.it was erm okla.went to meet ms sia cause lunch was on her then we collected our pay.emma didnt come cause she was sick.ya so i went with mido.ok being assholes who dont know where dunman food centre was,we stop after the bus stop at TKSS/TKGS there.you can just imagine how far was it for us to walk back.dang.anyways ya we get to meet back the nice people we worked with for the balloon hat festival.haha then ms sia and then were talking about the balloon hat days la,what happened,and hahah they were talking about boyfriends?!HELLO!i just kept eating my cheng tng.and mido was enjoying her ice kacang which was like bukit timah hill.so after that i rushed down to chinatown and mido followed to buy/top up my sewing and draping stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SCENE 2 assholes:we went to people's park centre when the place is suppose to be people' park complex.huray!why do have two buildings which have the same name?ok nvm.so after we round and round scouting the shop,we finally found it(by that time i think mido was tired already i think),i quickly get into business get my threads,needles,&lt;strong&gt;CALICO&lt;/strong&gt;.CALICO was always the problem.i need 36" and 45" but they only have 50" ones.so ya you know what i mean.actually it was cheap ah.$1.60 for a metre.so i got 8 metres for draping and sewing.ah heck.&lt;strong&gt;AND I LOST MY FABRIC SCISSORS AND GRADED RULER DUNNO WHICH RACOON STOLE THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;so i had to buy them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and guess what,everything cost $58.80.freak ok.i looked calm when i was looking at the bill but inside i was like gonna take the tracing wheel and trace and  bleed myself and wrap myself with calico and hang myself at the people's park.like what the hell la.i already plan to watch movies with friends and my dear atikah and JUST LOOK.it's SICKENING.urgh,after that i rushed to art fren to buy gauche paints and brushes.so in total,=&lt;strong&gt;70 over dollars&lt;/strong&gt;.AND ALOT MORE THINGS HAVEN BUY YET.seriously heart pain.sometimes i dunno why the hell i study fashion.so people out there who aspires to be a designer or working in any arts related field you have to invest like one WHOLE LUMP.it's too expensive already.oh ya,and if you wanna study fashion,DONT STUDY fashion because you think it's glamorous and &lt;strong&gt;"oh i think it's the coolest course on earth"&lt;/strong&gt;.if you think like that then go get a crocodile and eat you up.seriously,being glamorous is after when you've been thru the bitchy,sweat,hardwork,moaning and slutty times during the process.it's not easy ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i think this yr it's like a pimple festival for me.im really growing pimples like mushrooms and it's HUGE i tell you.it pisses me off like mad.just now i swear alot of pple look at my pimples like fuck ah i get very irritated.i know i dont blame them but it's so eye catching for them.ive used like countless pimple treatment gels and soaps and lotions and bla bla and tons of  brands but it just dont work ok.i just have to live with it i guess.and furthermore they say when you're 18,that is where hormones are at the peak.so ya my pimples are having a blast.A BLAST.i went home having a fever too and my ulcers are at the circumference of my tongue and i had a diarrhoea.now im having a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;(yeah right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dear im so sorry for ruining everything ok.so sorry.i promise to get a day and catch some movie.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IM OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-114986794035702931?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/114986794035702931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=114986794035702931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/114986794035702931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/114986794035702931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/helo-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>alfri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809189896269210469</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-29416360.post-114977955736826565</id><published>2006-06-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:15:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO KITTY ASSES!&lt;/strong&gt;after dunno like how many kental(nerdy/rubbish/nonsence/papaya) years ive gotten my own blog!by help of my sister,when i i got nothing to do at class and decided to sign up.JUST HOW MANY DINOSAUR YEARS WAS THAT?!ya i know dont laugh at me you pineappples.i HOPE everything's fine and cool.&lt;strong&gt;WELL WELL,&lt;/strong&gt;now that i have a blog,oh yea you assholes out there get ready for juicy gossips.i love to gossip.ya i know it's a makcik kaypo job k but hey,everyone's entitled to gossip right.OK!(YE TERIMA KASIH YUZIL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let's start with the officially first post(haha kental).ok so way before i start school,do you know that i was the MOST stupid idiotic asshole ever lived?ok it goes like this,my mum woke me up for sch,so i wanted to bath but yuzil was inside the toilet.so i didnt waste time and iron my pants ah.so it was gonna rain and my mum called home when she was outside.she said dunno what go and pick up all the dry laundry outside ah cause my house we hang the clothes outside.then i went out ah.OK AND THEN THIS,alot of mornings if i wanna go out to get my clothes there will always see this bangla who will always sweep my corridor.so when i went out,i saw this guy at laundry/jemuran area ah at all the bamboo poles.so i literally thought it was the bangla la cause early in the morning i swear i can be the most blurrest konnyaku jelly i tell you.so i went out i see him then i after that i look down my block arh to see whether is it really raining or not.and then after then i look at him back,the thing was,he was trying to steal my brother's tee which was hanged.then i was looking at him because i thought the "bangla" had his sweep stuck at the tee.so i kept looking at him la(MOST STUPID SCENARIO) but then suddenly i saw there wasnt any sweep whatsoever and he was trying to put back the tee.so possibly when i when out from the house he was going to steal it but when i saw him he act act as if he wanna put the tee properly.(OK I KNOW I WAS STUPID)so i frown my face at him and he just walk off.AND HE WAS CARRYING A BAG.so possibly one tee and a pants he went off with cause when i pick all the laundry some things were missing.AND HE DIDNT LOOK LIKE BANGLA AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;THIS MAT RAPPPPPPPPEEEEEE asshole guy had dark fucking skin,ugly face,i repeat,UGLY FACE,short hair abit spike and he was wearing a white tee and dark blue jeans.with a black sling bag.it wasnt a bangla!!!after he went off suddenly there's this knock from my head,"EH GUNDU,THAT WAS A THIEF,A THIEF"..then i went like,"ohhh" but then i didnt went against him(YA I KNOW IM DAMN STUPID) because i scared if i chased him and catch him,he'll give one blow and i'll be flying from 4th floor.but the thing is that I WAS BLUR.OK.so please pple if you see anyone that match the description(oh ya i think he's like 168cm) please tell me cause my brother is gonna break his neck and my mum is gonna choke slam him from 4th floor right down til 1st floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA ok so ya sch!4 pple absent for the day(act act wanna check attendance).lessons were ok la.prettyboring.research methodology,computerized pattern class and pattern making class?HELLO boring right.but lucky debra(research m) lecturer wasnt as boring.ok la there was nothing much in school la today,except we were discussing how will it be if each family owns a bus then you'll see no cars on the road anymore.and how motorbikes can become 5 seaters.high tech la in that sense.oh ya then we saw false naomi campbell(this prostitute living beside our sch).well i think next week is when things get busy la cause now it's damn slack.YAY this year we're gonna do pants!!!!fuck la but i dont see any skinny pants in the list.and ALWAYS we are doing female garments.boringgggggggggggggggg.when will it be men's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did u guys catch singapore idol just now?or even yesterday?i seriously dont understand what the hell are they trying to sing and i swear the judges are totally blind.ken lim is a simon cowell wannabe?dick lim wanna joke joke with pple but he's a dick himself?florence ok la,sweet but getting fat?jacintha still nice.ok im bad.so sorry judges.anyways really la HELLO,SINGAPORE IDOLLLLLLLLL.i dont wanna pin point names ah but some of them are total crap.crappy crab.well maybe 2 of them can sing la,got substance also.the rest were like regular k-box customers.haha sorry banyak banyak.ok la this is for now.i wanna go surf already.i will blog more ok.(CEH BLOG SEH.URGH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29416360-114977955736826565?l=spellyourname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/feeds/114977955736826565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29416360&amp;postID=114977955736826565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/114977955736826565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29416360/posts/default/114977955736826565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellyourname.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-kitty-assesafter-dunno-like-how.html' 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