<?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-2596927076164277249</id><updated>2011-12-28T18:34:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET FAMILIAR WITH IT.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7511796758813066114</id><published>2011-08-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:26:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 152: He heard me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey, we meet again. Been busy with job hunting and stuff and yeah, finally I am done with my study. I’m officially a fresh graduate of Bachelor Of Mass Communication (Journalism) class 2008-2011 from Universiti Teknologi Mara Shah Alam. Can’t wait for my convocation this coming October.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, speaking of job hunting, I’d gone balastic since most of my friends had jobs and I’m still waiting for miracle to happen by doing nothing at home. What a loser! So, it struck me hard as I’m trying to replace the camera that I’d lost last june. And it all started by me applying job as replacement teacher in Melaka.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was thinking living with my parents would be the best decision to make as all of my siblings had gone out from my parent’s house. My eldest sister had her family on her own and had moved out since 2002, my elder brother&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gone for job since 2005 and currently my younger sister gone to further her studies in Aswara last month. So, its better for me to stay home and accompany them but there weren’t lot of jobs in my field of studies in Melaka so I went to KL valley. The melting pot of any kind of jobs (not to mention those culprits who fake a job- poor shida). And I guess its my time to go by my own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not keen to taking charge of everything by my own since I got people to turn to if I got problem in doing things almost throughout my life. If my car broke down, my dad and brother would take care of it and if I’m lost on what classes that I want to take, well I got my friends to make the decision with me. With me not for me. Theres a good friend of mine that always remind me on being determine in making choices. “Afterall the decison you make will somehow affect you in many sorts of ways” he said. The experiences he gained by being determined wows me. How i wish I can be that determined. This shows at my suckiest love life I had since SHE left last december.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, back to job hunting. I had my first real job interview last two weeks ago (well, its my second since the first one doesnt count as I wasn’t serious about it). An event planning company was seeking for a right candidate to be their Event Executive and I knew the news from my friend. She post it on her FB wall. So, i sent my resume and they called me for an interview a week after. It went great. It was informal interview and the bosses were very friendly and open-minded. What comes to mind at that moment time was “lady boss is fun!”. Way different than what i had in mind before. So, I’d gone home right after that and got a text massage from Karangkraf. They called me for an interview. 2 days after that, the evebt planning company called an I got that job. Darn!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets go back to 2 weeks before. I was hanging out alone at a kopitam in Tangkak. Applying as many jobs as I can and most of it does not related to my study. Marketing and PR were the field I applied the most. And right before I left, I renew my resume in karangkraf website and applied for the magazine journalist job. And that exactly the job i was interviewed last week. Met my classmate, farhan and another faculty-mate of mine and they went there for the same reason as I was. I’m the third one to be interviewed after both of my friends and it went awesome! It turns out they are searching for two journalists for Yezz! And Libur magazine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was dodging the call from the event planning company as I was hoping that I got the job at Karangkraf. Lots of things came to my mind as salary and place I’ll be living play big part in my decision making. I got no respond from Karangkraf a day after the interview. Then its two days, three days and on the fifth day, still no respond and they told me they want the journalist to start on 1 august. So I called the event planning company and said I accepted the job they offered and they want me to come on Wednesday. I went back to Melaka and packed my things as I am ready to embark new life as an Event Executive. Went to KL back and as I was accompanying my friend shopping at Chow Kit, a call came in. 03-5101****. The same 4 first digit number I missed a day before. So, I answered. A guy’s voice asking for my name. I thought it was my brother tried to pranked me, so I cursed the person on the phone. He was so kind he actually explained that he’s from karangkraf and not my brother. My face turned red. And yes I’m happy. I immediately said yes and they want me to come to their office on next Monday morning. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So there you go. My story of how I’m getting the job as a Magazine Journalist of Libur starting next week. Most of my closest family members and friends said its the rezeki of Ramadhan month and i couldnt agree more. My prayers were heard from the Most Merciful and The Greatest Allah s.w.t. it shows on how most that I asked for on my last sujud of every prayer were granted by Him. This includes those prayers for my friend, Nairul, whose life are back on track.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want to say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Believe In Allah&lt;/span&gt;. He heard you. And you can always turn to Him for anything. :D &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: you’re the first one to know the news of me getting the job. Before my parents. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7511796758813066114?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7511796758813066114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-152-he-heard-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7511796758813066114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7511796758813066114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/08/chapter-152-he-heard-me.html' title='Chapter 152: He heard me.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-513305762372164510</id><published>2011-06-02T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T05:00:29.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 151: A Perfect Fit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBH0a99gFNU/Tedz-ehq2zI/AAAAAAAABoY/W2Q6nD8Sas8/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBH0a99gFNU/Tedz-ehq2zI/AAAAAAAABoY/W2Q6nD8Sas8/s200/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613582977723980594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me chilling at Terengganu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello again creatures. its has been awhile hasnt it. sorry I was busy with, nothing actually. I'm a whole lot more happier lately. i started a relationship. a new one for me. a different chapter with a new person. well, just want to say hopefully this one last. and I'm gonna say briefly bout that person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, another shoe to fit in (as a lover) after i left the shoes as MHI's journalist way deep in the shoe rack which gonna be covered with dust and termites. next on the line are shoes as a consultant (my younger sister about to further her studies, she needs my advices), shoes as son (repay my parents), and lots to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of shoes, I was among the press who followed a superbike convoy (a campaign on mobile) called Jelajah 1Malaysia ke 3 Kami Prihatin 'Membanteras Pembuangan Bayi' 2011. well another shoes to fit in. a journalist cum photographer. overall it was quite an experienced. another one goes into my resume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pNI6pmKPHuE/Ted4U1i_HFI/AAAAAAAABpA/gZtnGL5Qx1k/s200/DSC_0101.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613587759907150930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linda Onn on her bike and Fauziah Latiff on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyWaLIHzlSo/Ted4VHay3TI/AAAAAAAABpI/-K9bJuagsqY/s200/DSC_0208.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613587764704632114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the convoy on their way to tasik banding, Gerik, Perak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while travelling across Malaysia, I saw lots of well, yes shoes (I'm a shoe addict). different shoes for the different type of occasions and purpose. here some of them I snap with my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh90Qljan8o/Tedz-EiCyuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/yFp9rYmVCQ8/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613582970746227426" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WzNoDxT8dk/Tedz_S-XL9I/AAAAAAAABoo/AKYjMQwif5Q/s200/DSC_0023.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613582991802970066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;both items are own by a single owner. this dude is LV fetish! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qab79VSev5g/Tedz-xBciHI/AAAAAAAABog/wysFDXLJZ8Y/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613582982689097842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these biker's shoes belong to a married couple. how sweet to ride a superbike with someone you love. (would like to do the same)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_uWG6X9tVQ/Tedz_rkU6zI/AAAAAAAABow/qj7k3PLP9c0/s200/DSC_0058.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613582998404655922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two tone brogue owned by a lecturer from Kelantan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SemvlnVrXs/Ted4URrecYI/AAAAAAAABo4/Q2FdKH5JR9A/s200/DSC_0376.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613587750279082370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one owned by a lady biker from KL. I envy her biceps and she can do a split too. darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and speaking of shoes again, I got my own brand new pair of sneakers. my birthday present for myself (sounds like a loser eyh? sorta like Usop Wilcha from kak limah who bought himself a birthday cake) among other things i bought for pleasure. gosh, how can i stop spending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1NB0pYD3I/Ted6Seg1a6I/AAAAAAAABpY/4yhT6pG5Xxs/s200/DSC_0483.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613589918387628962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zara's salmon colored sneakers (in the box), Bodyshop's Maca Root Face Protector for men, spiced vanilla lip butter and Mark&amp;amp;Spencer's digestive Choc Biscuit (all time fav!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ymNxHdM6II/Ted6SHWWlkI/AAAAAAAABpQ/SWF8Q6M9YgQ/s200/07042011260.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613589912169649730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of my ever expanding shoes collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, thinking of having job now. that's my priority at the moment. aside from Kiki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "lalalala.." Kiki always text me that when the topic got out of hands. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-513305762372164510?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/513305762372164510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-151-perfect-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/513305762372164510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/513305762372164510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-151-perfect-fit.html' title='Chapter 151: A Perfect Fit!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBH0a99gFNU/Tedz-ehq2zI/AAAAAAAABoY/W2Q6nD8Sas8/s72-c/DSC_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5611712263044266094</id><published>2011-04-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:48:54.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 150: My journey stops here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhO0jKs9y_I/TaTTEuJ8InI/AAAAAAAABoI/-2uw8B8ljz8/s1600/197044_210944265585002_100000082912154_853979_1878857_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhO0jKs9y_I/TaTTEuJ8InI/AAAAAAAABoI/-2uw8B8ljz8/s200/197044_210944265585002_100000082912154_853979_1878857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594828715163656818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my latest pic. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The title might be boring but to me it does works on certain people. The result may vary but who cares? And yeah that what I’d been doing by not posting any entry for the past, like 6 months right? Is it? It had been that long since the last post? Darn time do travel in the speed of light these days. Sigh~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, today is my last day as an intern journalist. Though it wasnt my kinda place of interest to do an internship but still it gave me more experience than the subject required. I’d been the highest up and the lowest down in moulding a perfect a piece of art (in my field its an article) but I enjoyed every second of it. And yeah the editors frequently praised me infront of the other MHI’s journalist for my good writing but there’s no one in this world i would like to thank for except all of my lecturers (not you Z) and fellow reporters not in particular (not to mention writing is in my blood- LOL).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The people of Melaka Hari Ini, I’m glad that I’d met you guys throughout this journey. First and foremost, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dhamirah Atiqah Mohd Norzin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I called her Atiq). You had been the most closest friend from MHI. Thanks for always lepak-ing with me, going to the assignments with me and sharing all the great moment with the most chatty guy in the office. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Suraya&lt;/span&gt;, well I just knew you but we were like friends since forever and I’m sorry if you are not comfortable having me around (Atiq bgtau ak weh, betol ke?) but seriously, you are awesome and very great person to talk to. And others En. Misrom (gulp!), En. Lan, Kak Ju, Kak Zila (she’s with sinar now), Kak Wahida (the most naive girl), Abg Bad (sorry my shades arent for sale), ain, the DTP crew, Kak Shasha (thanks for always photostate my punch card), Kak Add &amp;amp; Kak Hel (my financial provider) and not to mention, the BIG BOSS, Mr Ishak, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;YOU GUYS ROCK! HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySraGcmaw4s/TaTPkpKd5xI/AAAAAAAABnw/eP24p2oGS0I/s200/28032011215.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594824865532995346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atiq and Su&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUpZ0xHfhd8/TaTPk1V1TfI/AAAAAAAABn4/87lWYdMlnVM/s200/28032011213.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594824868801891826" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the DTP crew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My lecturers used to warn us the students not to ever mention that we are the intern during the internship period. Its kinda like taboo as there will be people underestamating especially the seniors but that doesnt happen throughout my internship period. I’m happy that my editors have faith in me in covering those big events and not doubting (though I was scolded so bad once, damn you WYF) in the work I’d done all this while. And other press are very helpful (goes to non-malays press-1Malaysia) and yes I’m so gonna miss you guys.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Metro, thanx for being such a great pal to me. Though I might seem like a jackass during the first time we’d met. And yeah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mr &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hafiz Putra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (En Hottie) the PRO of Petronas, I’m so glad dealing with you. How come we never actually talk at the faculty but now we are close (don’t we?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufT3Cl7NOMo/TaTRQUbcXGI/AAAAAAAABoA/dTx-ayaKvVM/s200/205165_10150154646457867_693082866_6571547_8340955_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594826715392924770" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cik ain Metro (sori ak mik pic dr FB)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had been to a series of great assignments. From rubbing my shoulder with Schumacher to witnessing the victory of Roslan Ahmad as the new ADUN for Merlimau, I’d been there. And yes sometimes I do felt timid amongst other national newspaper, but I’m doing my job. Completing and delivering news to the mass (MHI circulation isnt that bad).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xxtWZi97Iw/TaTLf81-9ZI/AAAAAAAABng/DzFQLDf_VFA/s320/schumy%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594820386869933458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;roseberg and schumi. :) (credit to hafiz putra, he's the main reason i can meet them).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nGutnv6fLk/TaTLfRzYTCI/AAAAAAAABnY/ZnfauvAO0fk/s320/jasin%2Blalang%2B%25284%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594820375316286498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merlimau's election &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been the greatest cruise with the people in MHI and I couldn’t ask for more. I wish MHI the best in delivering news to the masses and the world and keep on being the No. 1 daily state newspaper!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I Heart MHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: guys do check out MHI k? We are great! Trust me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5611712263044266094?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5611712263044266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/04/chapter-150-my-journey-stops-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5611712263044266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5611712263044266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2011/04/chapter-150-my-journey-stops-here.html' title='Chapter 150: My journey stops here.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhO0jKs9y_I/TaTTEuJ8InI/AAAAAAAABoI/-2uw8B8ljz8/s72-c/197044_210944265585002_100000082912154_853979_1878857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8618156734905592348</id><published>2010-11-01T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:46:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you barely knew me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It had been a rough patch lately. Conflict by conflict keeps on coming which are hard to for me to handle because it involved the people I’m close with. It is sad to see how a friendship is valued through an event of mistakes done by a certain people. Its very heart wrenching especially when you are not in the intention of having even a tiny bit conversation with people that you used to share you thoughts and feeling before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;So, the final weeks of campus life should consist of few memorable moments that you wish you will remember till the end of your life. The friends, the things friends do together and all the sweet things that you and your friends shared throughout the journey of being a student. But the final weeks for me here in the campus are a lot less than what I expected. Plus, it was indeed the things I would like to erase soon after it happened. Enough with the conflict that I had with my bestfriend couples months ago, and others has no right to judge me through what he said through the blog because simply you guys just know me. Barely know who I really am. I did that not because of jealousy or whatever, it just I think I know whats the best for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I think it is a mistake to post several picture of me with a friend of mine that night. I was so boring as I had to designed my own layout for the newsletter and at the same time incharged in the editor’s desk. Too many things to handle at once and less resting time which can result in depression. Come back to the pictures I posted on Facebook, they were caught through the webcam of my laptop. It was us two just goofing around try to kill the boredom but few friends of mine beg the differ. They started to post some comments that I thought were funny at first but it get little annoying as others also try to make up things that aren’t real. And there was one comment that really bugs me off and it kinda reignite the conflict that I had with my bff. And I said you guys knew me for 2 years and you guys have no right to judge me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;So I was pissed off that night as they kept on teasing me like its some kind of jokes or something. Come on, if my facebook account is private to everyone I would not mind but what they posted can be seen by my 531 friends in the Fb’s friendlist. And I guess that was the most childish and immature things to do to your friends. The worst thing is they did not regret of what they did to me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soon after I posted my status and express how disappointed and pissed off I was that night then they try to tell me that they are joking. And they text me telling that they had been teased a lot worst than what they did to me. WTF! I mean eventhough you’d been teased a lot worst than mine but it does not mean that you can tease me like that. I just don’t see the connection. It just does not make any sense at all. And yeah there was no “sorry” in their text too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I wasn’t finish with my work that night, so as part of the editorial board that night, we continued our work at this restaurant. And they came with I think no regret at all and it just really makes me even madder! So I spent that night at the girl’s house so does few night after that. I know its wrong, but I guess it is the simple way for m to dodge them so I wont have to see them. Later that morning, I cried to see few pictures were posted on this one guy FB wall. The pictures were the so called controversial pictures with their comment below it. I guess this one girl print screen it and post it as they want to prove it as evidences for their little game of CSI that night. I was just in awe seriously.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the sayings were true. “by the end of the semester you will see who are your true friends” and “a secret will lead to another secret”. These sayings simply happened to me at the moment. And hearing what they said behind me all awhile from others, just really make me sad and mad at the same time. I just don’t believe that people I thought were my friends would said things like that about me because honestly, I never talk trash about them to anyone. It just don’t feel right. I wonder how certain people like to talk about my personal life and comment every action that I do. It seem like he try to make me look bad and at the same time kill the reputation of mine. My friend said that he talked about me all the time whenever I’m not around. It just so high school drama. Are you jealous of me or what? Because I don’t think an older person than me would do that because I think he’s a lot wiser in term of experience but I was wrong. So, SHE was right. He’s the reason of me and HER had a problem during the semester 3 break. He spread the rumor about me to others and made HER cried. I just don’t understand why he is so into my personal life like there is nothing else to do. Come on dude, get a life or maybe exercise. It would do you good rather than just lay there on your bed and talk trash about me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;After the incident, most of my friends told me that I was too kind. Too kind to them that made them step on me. That is probably right. I have this soft spot when it comes to friends. I just rather hurt myself than hurting my friends. Afterall, they are friends. People whom you close with. But when the limitation is cross and they went way out of line than I guess it’s a war. Don’t blame others when the truth really comes out. No one influenced me, it just you open my eyes of who you really are. You should not be mad of what I said if its true. I don’t care afterall. Its not worth to grief on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well guys I will forgive you. EVENTUALLY. Not now because I just feel that you guys don’t really mean it. I was kind of joke to you guys. And I’m not hip enough to be part of your circle of friends. Good luck in finding more friends to be in your circle because I’d pass. :D it is not about taking side, it is more about how honest your friendship is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;p/s: she replied my on facebook chat and said “I never hate you”. How happy I was at that time. at least there is a good news for me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8618156734905592348?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8618156734905592348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-barely-knew-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8618156734905592348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8618156734905592348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-barely-knew-me.html' title='you barely knew me.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1062013225496118731</id><published>2010-10-09T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:05:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 148: Pakat Mai Sini.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBoBs3ofKI/AAAAAAAABnI/_vdtN27KNp4/s1600/DSC08936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBoBs3ofKI/AAAAAAAABnI/_vdtN27KNp4/s320/DSC08936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526031121217256610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my latest picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still clueless on my relationship status with HER. and its killing me to see HER everytime at either in the class or at the cafe. I'm dying slowly. plus the tension is worsening! I almost lose it earlier this week and i went home last tuesday to see my mum because i miss my mum so much and i still do right now. I'm glad that my mum understand me and it such a relieved to see her radiance face like she got this anesthesia or something that can calm me down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week, me and my classmates went to Penang for a field trip. and it was awesome though some rumors flew around bout me getting closer to this one person. well, let me tell you, we are FRIENDS! nothing more or less than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the trip was fun but the bus riding with my fellow classmates is what I'm most anticipated about. all the chaotic-ness and noisy-ness in the bus really makes me forget bout the things i left in Shah Alam. the main purpose of this field trip is to visit the Fishery Research Institute in Batu Maung, Penang. We are required to ask as many question from the people at the FRI to do an article for the Science and Technology Writing subjects. and i chose the Harmful Algal Bloom as the title of my article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBg-I_ssdI/AAAAAAAABmY/d_5Q7SzEpRo/s320/arive.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526023363466408402" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBe6l655rI/AAAAAAAABmA/Qjr310V2ZdU/s320/DSC08901.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021103488198322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;infront of our hotel. 1926 Heritage Hotel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBe63V1NSI/AAAAAAAABmI/zlloAunUI_E/s320/DSC08903.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021108164539682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in our room. Arashy, Azlee, Syafil and I shared a room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBg-4r5TLI/AAAAAAAABmo/Bf5LsedMNV8/s320/kupu.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526023376268250290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Azlee, Wendy and Me waiting for the bus to FRI Batu Maung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBe6cjVC2I/AAAAAAAABl4/zafkarp6Yc0/s320/DSC08905.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021100973394786" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBe6XIUq0I/AAAAAAAABlw/gQuUKdqoPyA/s320/DSC08909.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021099517946690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up: at FRI hearing the lecture. down: Giant Ikan Kerapu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBg-fzMclI/AAAAAAAABmg/BWEW6TKJ4_w/s320/alex.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526023369587978834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me inquiring about the Alexandrium (toxin algae)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBe6JEFxyI/AAAAAAAABlo/7LLqEKbe1ts/s320/DSC08915.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526021095742097186" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBj2x7zzDI/AAAAAAAABmw/brawqmTuaQE/s320/diner.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526026535551880242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at our last night dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBg9mzi24I/AAAAAAAABmQ/xbarpE2TKXM/s320/sunset.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526023354288626562" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBli4OXuGI/AAAAAAAABm4/TF4orBMI66w/s320/batu.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526028392666216546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up: wendy, anna, syafil and me at batu ferighi. down: at sunset bistro. love the environment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBmx6Cc_aI/AAAAAAAABnA/kUDJJO7Wra8/s320/feri.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526029750362766754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haziq, anna, azlee, me, fard and ganu waiting for the ferry. (i'm sweating heavily LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBdq5h6J3I/AAAAAAAABlY/zbo1Bx6UoqQ/s320/DSC08922.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526019734362531698" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBdqe-B7qI/AAAAAAAABlQ/K01C66kC6zo/s320/DSC08924.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526019727232724642" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ferry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBdqTN-boI/AAAAAAAABlI/7QMCetWqhJo/s320/DSC08925.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526019724078378626" /&gt;           &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBdqMZx7RI/AAAAAAAABlA/GMJzo5Qj6GI/s320/DSC08927.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526019722248842514" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up: the panaromic view of Penang. down: aeina and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last Sunday, one of my friend, Ina organize an open house at her house in Rawang. approximately about 7 cars of our classmates went to her house. It was awesome. and forget to mention that Zul, my mum's foster son went along. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBcAlxQJCI/AAAAAAAABko/G_77r50s9BA/s320/DSC08938.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526017907992044578" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBcAy0MfFI/AAAAAAAABkw/xuAlSCbpdbk/s320/DSC08941.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526017911494048850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up: the arrival of little rascal. down: rebut kambing panggang! chaotic gile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBcBOW5b1I/AAAAAAAABk4/lytJaMF58OM/s320/DSC08942.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526017918887358290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fard with his performance~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last 29th September is the birthday of Shahida Hangol, one of my dearest friends, the fab five member. she went brawling soon after she got the surprise. It does made others teared up too. how touching it was. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBb_UOLHTI/AAAAAAAABkY/x3T_Fmtvqm8/s320/DSC08881.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526017886101642546" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBb_2RFhLI/AAAAAAAABkg/94v1DU7yq5I/s320/DSC08880.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526017895240664242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shida with happy tears :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway this is Anna's attempt to imitate the kit kat's commercial. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e809b1f45ea0b92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e809b1f45ea0b92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330190118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C82DA8DC2C2AAD3DDFC7117A965A6B6AB272BDC.1D9D98DFBF2E5578E1A54D55F4E2F5BE356D8135%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De809b1f45ea0b92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9Q7jnQKg1Ql8obVuL0qHxjhcFG0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e809b1f45ea0b92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330190118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C82DA8DC2C2AAD3DDFC7117A965A6B6AB272BDC.1D9D98DFBF2E5578E1A54D55F4E2F5BE356D8135%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De809b1f45ea0b92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9Q7jnQKg1Ql8obVuL0qHxjhcFG0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: no text from HER. it has been about two weeks already. sigh~ :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1062013225496118731?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1062013225496118731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-148-pakat-mai-sini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1062013225496118731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1062013225496118731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-148-pakat-mai-sini.html' title='Chapter 148: Pakat Mai Sini.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TLBoBs3ofKI/AAAAAAAABnI/_vdtN27KNp4/s72-c/DSC08936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8870475648007171594</id><published>2010-09-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:10:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 147: caught completely off guard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0adJNQmI/AAAAAAAABj8/FnXGDnXrWz0/s1600/DSC08782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0adJNQmI/AAAAAAAABj8/FnXGDnXrWz0/s200/DSC08782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521681878493250146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;latest picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I havent updated my blog for quite sometime. it just i know what to write about but finally i bow to the request of my friends who wanted to know what had happened after the last time i update my blog. well lots been happening. where to start eyh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the title of this post really dedicated to someone im closed with. well, used to. I'm very surprised that caught that person is with someone else and not telling me. how terrible is that? well the best part is I attacked while they are dating and it makes me really satisfied. and that person? well that person had nothing to say and doesnt blink for quite long. i caught that person completely off guard. served you right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and HER. hmm. i really dont know what to say. it kinda feels like we are in a boat that sailed on a unpredicted ocean. we did sailed on it before but it seems like the tsunami strucked and left us wondering what to do next. it felt like SHE left me hanging without anything to grab on. and it suck i tell you. i really dont know how long can i survive in this thing. but surely I would never forget HER and will always love HER for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway on the 2nd september i involved in an accident. Marcos was hit by a reckless driver of Waja. and the worst part is he didnt admit that he was wrong. after the accident, the driver's brother and few of his friends went to the scene and what goes in my mind is i want to talk and tolerate but they are so stupid to not wanted to be responsible of the accident and reluctant to go to the police station for the report. F**K you! so i reported it myself. it happened a day before i went back to melaka for raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDppzV0itI/AAAAAAAABhk/jsaqk5pLI4M/s200/DSC08688.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521670047521868498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you ever saw this car burn it for me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cut my hair again. :D from daniel merriweather-ish to mawi-ish. hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDmvHC5kxI/AAAAAAAABg8/AJ0iSsu30L0/s200/DSC08695.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521666840175678226" /&gt;before.  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDmvRcaMeI/AAAAAAAABhE/TXlzHu9T0pc/s200/DSC08723.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521666842967028194" /&gt;after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya's eve was fun. i like the things that my family do during the raya eve. i even bake 2 cakes. i hang those curtains. help my mum in the kitchen. help my dad painted the gate and others but the actual raya wasnt that fun. maybe its a sign that I'm getting old. sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDmv75XzYI/AAAAAAAABhM/4DMyWyDH06I/s200/DSC08758.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521666854362795394" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDmwFelmYI/AAAAAAAABhU/Xg1GumYXOng/s200/DSC08759.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521666856934807938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i baked this two cake. volcano choc cake with hersheys nougat and butter cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDtvkcu65I/AAAAAAAABiM/YUMLhTwT4nQ/s200/DSC01560.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674544650054546" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDtwGbinKI/AAAAAAAABiU/CCfHOiYS3wI/s200/DSC01557.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674553771859106" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDxRk7BJ4I/AAAAAAAABjE/kQaDh6aHdL4/s200/DSC01539.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678427427514242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDmwcKkdII/AAAAAAAABhc/D-7PSp1KV64/s200/DSC08764.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521666863024862338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my family during 1st raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDtwvw-6hI/AAAAAAAABic/3GI3jS0TF-c/s200/DSC01600.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674564867648018" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDtxIaKO_I/AAAAAAAABik/3IlPdyFGvQg/s200/DSC01612.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674571482807282" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDtxhHc9uI/AAAAAAAABis/7lt7yL8jLTg/s200/DSC01621.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521674578115229410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my relatives. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the raya break, i went out pretty often with my BFF, Basit and my other friend, Edi. we hang out a lot during the night and went back early in the morning. and you know what? ever been to A'famosa fortress? yeah we lepak at there exactly on the canon infront of it. hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDxP7TGEfI/AAAAAAAABi0/n6mq6llmv4I/s200/DSC01653.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678399074341362" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDxRDfrciI/AAAAAAAABi8/tV6MOZVgQt4/s200/DSC01649.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678418454475298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at A'famosa during wee hour. (i brought my sister along at this time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent a lot on eating lately. but it all worthed. plus, i ate with my best friends. it just couldnt get any better than that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDpqpcJBvI/AAAAAAAABh0/evhM5TRbrq8/s200/DSC08840.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521670062043891442" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDxSyknQ1I/AAAAAAAABjU/1ESe_WROJBc/s200/DSC08839.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678448271508306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ucop and I at Italiannies. I had roasted chicken with balsamic glaze and cheese pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDprX98KyI/AAAAAAAABh8/9SzcyxnI2Xk/s200/DSC08860.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521670074533686050" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDpr0ywzwI/AAAAAAAABiE/Rb0txakbHik/s200/DSC08862.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521670082271432450" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0Z2O9-BI/AAAAAAAABj0/WY0SPPmWrcA/s200/DSC08863.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521681868048431122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Ikea. meatball-ing with nora, izie, anna, ucop, basit and azlee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKDxSNah_PI/AAAAAAAABjM/a9BEKW878mQ/s200/DSC08866.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521678438297107698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ucop's fav pastime. kerusi urut. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, remeber the early post when me and my friends went for the Celio's party? well, our picture end up being featured on the september issue of August Man. how cool is that? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0YZx8P6I/AAAAAAAABjc/mPyjL-KB1tk/s200/DSC08756.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521681843230621602" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0Y-qRL1I/AAAAAAAABjk/J90FXJkyA8o/s200/DSC08754.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521681853130551122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD4AkD4ESI/AAAAAAAABkM/ldF-1TK50Bo/s320/me.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521685831719850274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its me. i'm so excited. huu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: havent received lots of sms from HER. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8870475648007171594?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8870475648007171594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-147-caught-completely-off-guard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8870475648007171594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8870475648007171594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-147-caught-completely-off-guard.html' title='Chapter 147: caught completely off guard.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TKD0adJNQmI/AAAAAAAABj8/FnXGDnXrWz0/s72-c/DSC08782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1412578627331944794</id><published>2010-08-22T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:48:14.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 146: lots been occurred lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF6AShjLAI/AAAAAAAABgk/Rx3NQHu_DIM/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF6AShjLAI/AAAAAAAABgk/Rx3NQHu_DIM/s200/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508317964641971202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love this pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan came again and this time I'm a bit older than the before Ramadan. (but someone said that i look like a 25 years old guy). this Ramadan i would say is a bit better than the last one. it was pretty hectic since i got 3 days of night classes in a week. how sick is that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, erm I havent got the time to actually berbuka with HER. maybe I'm just being ignorance. like always. and she still want me. and thats what makes me even love HER. but i'm very pathetic in showing my love towards HER. the only thing that makes me feels like it is the end of the world is when SHE's leaving town like SHE did last week. i cried on my way to car and inside the car and having thought that SHE is leaving me for good. its very heart-wrenching! so, miss ****I. I LOVE YOU!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad's birthday was on 15th August and i was at home to be there with him on his 56th birthday. SELAMAT HARI LAHIR AYAH! er sayang ayah (muhiddin bin md nor)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF8b1qiq9I/AAAAAAAABgs/ukdzsc_9YN4/s200/DSC_0392.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508320636954651602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't blame me if i'm addicted to karaoke. look at my dad. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh, i did something to my hair. lets see the transformation. it all happened in one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF5-48XviI/AAAAAAAABgE/mDRfCzrQw48/s200/DSC08404.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508317940595277346" /&gt;blonde to     &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF5_7MM0KI/AAAAAAAABgU/Lv9YlfDrL50/s200/DSC08413.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508317958378410146" /&gt;black to   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF6AOg2FoI/AAAAAAAABgc/VXj5qtjH3Rk/s200/DSC08418.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508317963565274754" /&gt;basic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, since it Ramadan and RAYA is around the corner, i did some shopping to add the collection inside my wardrobe. the ever expandable collection of my shoes collection seems to be having a problem of developing since the budget for "kasut raya" is somehow when missing. and i x know where did it went to. so here are the stuffs i bought this last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF0DT5a4SI/AAAAAAAABes/hW3pY2miy64/s200/DSC08405.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508311419480367394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bags i got. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF1KIiFpCI/AAAAAAAABe0/6noYNJoP46g/s200/DSC08406.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312636200428578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FCUK light pink tee on 60% discount. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF1KaLKcyI/AAAAAAAABe8/xKupIQiVoOY/s200/DSC08407.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312640936112930" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF1Kl2sAhI/AAAAAAAABfE/pqlptZD7t6s/s200/DSC08409.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312644071457298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CK calvin klein plain green v-neck tee on 50% discount at KLCC. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF1LKzOOSI/AAAAAAAABfM/MmCUnY3IJoA/s200/DSC08410.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312653989034274" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF1LiOHj0I/AAAAAAAABfU/x4aSA1So1yg/s200/DSC08411.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508312660275859266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DKNY grey tee on 60% discount at DKNY KLCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF0BrXvgqI/AAAAAAAABeM/d_og3oyjuDM/s200/DSC_0294.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508311391421825698" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF0CAwQShI/AAAAAAAABeU/itSxlMb65Ho/s200/DSC_0298.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508311397161781778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZARA dark grey sleeve button tee. i love the sleeve button detail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF0CvWOASI/AAAAAAAABec/t747tNgGWoQ/s200/DSC_0303.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508311409669046562" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF0C6WKUYI/AAAAAAAABek/-jPfGM2zBr0/s200/DSC_0305.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508311412621595010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZARA wash-off studded tee. i'm crazy over th studded detail on the shoulder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days before Ramadan, me, Ucop, and Ejal went to the new Empire Shopping Gallery located at Subang. the first intention was to celebrate Aida Johnston's birthday at Chilli's but since we were not infromed and we woke up pretty late, we forget the intention and went to Italiannies to ahve lunch. we met Nora and she tag along with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF3lHuMU1I/AAAAAAAABfc/liOpdeiyaX4/s200/DSC_0430.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508315298862486354" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF3ln2OJpI/AAAAAAAABfk/RZ67Kd0cHgg/s200/DSC_0431.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508315307486094994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, nora, ucop and ejal with the puffy cheeks of us. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF3mLJV31I/AAAAAAAABfs/o0lEM9ikFag/s200/DSC_0435.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508315316961533778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i had that day. pizza and roasted chicken.(forgot the real name of the meals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;owh. on 2oth August was my roomate's Birthday, mr. Khairul Anam. he's turning 23 this year. we went to the faculty to celebrate with a lecturer and off we went to Empire again for Italiannies and later on Starbucks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF3mf1fdFI/AAAAAAAABf0/zaGIiVuqkqg/s200/DSC08589.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508315322515420242" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF3mu2-RhI/AAAAAAAABf8/P06rHcR7yBA/s200/DSC08595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508315326548166162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF5_AGUlTI/AAAAAAAABgM/YOdc2IFhzQU/s200/DSC08599.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508317942516061490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;froml left: amm with smoked salmon pizza, ucop and amm at starbucks, blueberry cheese cake from starbucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for the Raya. the environment is the thing i adore the most. and the foods. tell me bout it!. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "xtau apa u nk dr ai.." HER text goes like that. erm. i need u to be alongside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1412578627331944794?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1412578627331944794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-146-lots-been-occurred-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1412578627331944794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1412578627331944794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-146-lots-been-occurred-lately.html' title='Chapter 146: lots been occurred lately.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/THF6AShjLAI/AAAAAAAABgk/Rx3NQHu_DIM/s72-c/DSC_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7610294843132478526</id><published>2010-08-04T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:10:46.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 145: discovery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldWT50CeI/AAAAAAAABeE/iQkB0nyPoT0/s1600/DSC08345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldWT50CeI/AAAAAAAABeE/iQkB0nyPoT0/s200/DSC08345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531057691036130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do i look good with cap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;life has been very busy. I have step up on the game and finish up my thesis. at first my thesis entitled "Academic magazines versus Lifestyle magazines" but due to lack of sources and journals, i changed it to "Masculinity in the Lifestyle magazines". at first i was kind of confused and not sure the whole point of my thesis but after reading those journals regarding that matter, i finally understand and start my proposal right away. :D so if there are any input that you readers like to point out, just leave me comments okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so last 2 weeks ago i went home. on Saturday night, things were not good as I got home. it was pretty intense but thank god everything went smoothly after that. Alhamdulillah. so on that particular sunday, my parents got wedding ceremony to attend in Shah Alam and we went to Mid Valley after that. i was so clueless on what to buy there but i managed to grab a pair of desert boots from Cotton On. and the price was so amazingly cheap for a pair of shoes. even my flip flop cost more than that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFlcvQ4IiyI/AAAAAAAABc8/_ZICmh5BQ5M/s200/DSC08348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530386863786786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cotton On's desert boots. RM49 only. very Zara-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last friday, my friends, Daia from melaka called me and said she was at Berjaya Time Square. so, i wanted to meet her there. but sadly my handphone's battery was flat and i didnt managed to call her. so i end up strolling around Pavilion and bought a sneakers at Zara. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFlcwnCBJbI/AAAAAAAABdU/cDHX6qe2YPk/s200/DSC08322.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530409990694322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zara's neon green sneakers. i love the color and price RM69.90!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and yes i went home again. my dad ask me to change Marcos's tyres as it pretty bald. so i went home and went for a walk around Melaka on sunday. i bought my sister a MNG love shape handbag and got myself awesome variety of items. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFlcwxBDx5I/AAAAAAAABdc/BrqxGuTbO2E/s200/DSC08324.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530412671027090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Body Shop's maca root face wash. (i got the moisturiser) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFlcwK4LQII/AAAAAAAABdM/NSzgCAJcog8/s200/DSC08325.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530402433220738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faux leather belt from Daiso, a rm5 shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFlcvkLUBwI/AAAAAAAABdE/BZjkJBsDo34/s200/DSC08328.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530392044504834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Padini's socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i had been a big fan of bracelets since i saw this blog post from my favourite blog, &lt;a href="http://mymanybags.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-07-24T11:10:00%2B08:00&amp;amp;max-results=2"&gt;my many bags&lt;/a&gt;. so i'm on my quest in collecting a variety of different material bracelets. this i bought at Melaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldVX4hC6I/AAAAAAAABds/w1dXnmB5lRA/s200/DSC08327.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531041579469730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the below one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldVFPxcqI/AAAAAAAABdk/YHiZ8BvVYKA/s200/DSC08320.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531036576740002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wear then at once. love the idea of having few bracelet on one wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh yeah i done another D.I.Y project. this time it involving colors and shoes. i bought this awesome so-called Kungfu Shoes back in Melaka and i really wanted to dye it into purple. so, i bought a purple powder dye from local shop and dye it. and it was a successful project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldVsbiKXI/AAAAAAAABd0/Q4bVuEOk2K8/s200/DSC08323.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531047095052658" /&gt;before.    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldWCiWxwI/AAAAAAAABd8/hPMq0clPfjM/s200/DSC08351.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531053029246722" /&gt;after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see i will be dying more and more stuffs after this. i love to do experiment that involve fashion. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I LOVE MY FAMILY. i can be overprotective towards the person i love the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7610294843132478526?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7610294843132478526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-145-discovery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7610294843132478526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7610294843132478526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-145-discovery.html' title='Chapter 145: discovery!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TFldWT50CeI/AAAAAAAABeE/iQkB0nyPoT0/s72-c/DSC08345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5790731409080831884</id><published>2010-07-23T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:03:01.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 144: painting the town RED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyhDn0QloI/AAAAAAAABcs/VSZw1limTl8/s200/DSC_0285.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497946328712386178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celio* is a men's clothing company originated from France. they got cool and awesome ensembles of variety of men's clothing types. it was differentiate into 3 categories- Celio* club, Celio* casual, and Celio's sportwear. the design were pretty unique but similar to esprit. same goes to the price. i was amazed by the shirt's design. they were one of a kind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the early month of July, i bought August Man magazine and came across this page which tell the details of an event that Celio* is going to held. I'm very excited to join but I'm clueless in making an RSVP. so, i let the hope of attending the event down. But thank to god, Basit was hired as a sales assistant at that place and the manager is keen enough to give him 2 invitation cards to the party. each cards entitles to bring 2 more guests, so we tagged along Ucop, Izie and Ameer with us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Event: Celio* Launching Party.&lt;div&gt;Venue: Celio* boutique, Pavilion, KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 23th July 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 7.30P.M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dress code: Fabulous RED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEybPg-SCmI/AAAAAAAABas/yeI8VrAnc4E/s200/DSC_0153.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497939935964039778" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: Ucop, Ameer, Basit and I. I'm wearing DKNY jeans tshirt, Topman skinny jeans and my dad's old Bonia's loafer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEybQGe6hdI/AAAAAAAABa0/i4v2-_ysy7Q/s200/DSC_0165.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497939946033022418" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEybRF1y44I/AAAAAAAABa8/yG2cbizzR7I/s200/DSC_0187.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497939963040424834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camwhoring while waiting for the event to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the event was enlighten by the music from the very talented DJ, DJ Goldfish. so the music start pumping and the event was started with fashion show of the clothes sold at Celio* and was infuse with few games in  the middle of the show. it was great. Me and izie had the chance to actually joined the game where we have to wear a plain neck tie creatively and have to walk a runway. Izie won and we got to keep the tie. cool! the foods was prepared by The Loaf and the drinks by Moet. and thank god they served lemonade too. :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEybRhE2dNI/AAAAAAAABbE/uVtFOdDNVr8/s200/DSC_0177.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497939970351330514" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEybR1h20xI/AAAAAAAABbM/9We9s0PMFOQ/s200/DSC_0172.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497939975841698578" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEydUktlglI/AAAAAAAABbU/siFMw8Db92s/s200/DSC_0185.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497942221890355794" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEydVLr0HXI/AAAAAAAABbc/RVEs4CC0HEo/s200/DSC_0191.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497942232351907186" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyfUq_9KII/AAAAAAAABcM/K-e5wQOBZFY/s200/DSC_0219.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497944422601271426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few of the models do the catwalk and the DJ for the night, DJ Goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyfTtxATfI/AAAAAAAABb8/yirJkEg67n0/s200/DSC_0215.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497944406164000242" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEydV_TAqtI/AAAAAAAABbs/ZJ0T8kdxzqY/s200/DSC_0206.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497942246206515922" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEydWSQphhI/AAAAAAAABb0/5RLZW_nNxuU/s200/DSC_0209.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497942251296884242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and izie during the games. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyhEJSPayI/AAAAAAAABc0/J3Omfw_3B_g/s200/DSC_0290.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497946337696508706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celio* neck tie worth of RM129. i got it for free. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other reason of me attending the event is that so i can make get a contact from the people from my favourite magazine, August Man. I think August Man is the best place to do my internship as it really suit my style. :D so at first when i met the people from August, i was so scared to approch them. but as the time passed by and I saw KC Yap, the senior writer of August Man, i went to him and try to have a little chat. he gave me his card and ask me to send in the resume so hopefuly i can do the internship next semester. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyfVB_7OnI/AAAAAAAABcU/Y8f_MzUhCOU/s200/DSC_0221.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497944428775160434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KC yap, senior writer of August Man and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyfVje4ULI/AAAAAAAABcc/j2tf_KR-RsM/s200/DSC_0225.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497944437763362994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: Izie, Basit, Ameer and Ucop as we waited our turn to take the door gift at the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyhDEj9CoI/AAAAAAAABck/pOg4w1vq9D4/s200/DSC_0286.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497946319248755330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the door gift consist of few catalogs and vouchers from Thierry Mugler, Morgan and Celio*. there is a red and white stripes belt from Celio* worth of RM268.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Mr. syAER_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: "jgn noty2 kt celio" SHE text me that. i didnt SYG. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5790731409080831884?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5790731409080831884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-144-painting-town-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5790731409080831884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5790731409080831884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-144-painting-town-red.html' title='Chapter 144: painting the town RED!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEyhDn0QloI/AAAAAAAABcs/VSZw1limTl8/s72-c/DSC_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5003384257937922717</id><published>2010-07-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:14:00.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 143: things i love to do the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYCVt8o0HI/AAAAAAAABaE/kiXVBmBvl88/s1600/DSC08227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYCVt8o0HI/AAAAAAAABaE/kiXVBmBvl88/s200/DSC08227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496082967386706034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my latest picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been ages since the last time i updated my blog. too lazy i guess. well, this semester require more energy. more stress. but i'm positive about it despite the short craziness after i got the result for last semester. I'm afraid I might lose my focus and need someone to guide me through. so far SHE's being very supportive and wanted to get involve in my life. thanks sayang. i really appreciate it. SERIOUSLY! and it seems like we are heading on the right track. the relationship i mean. I'm so happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basit had been around me quite often. so, i got the 14 days free trial at celebrity fitness. so i went there with basit. gym was great but i cant afford it. maybe later when i'm working. :D (i abandoned my diet eversince i got here in shah alam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX-hTYrfrI/AAAAAAAABZ0/pMV-ax8ro3Q/s200/DSC08154.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496078768368484018" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX-h3A4npI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ss67yzr9wUg/s200/DSC08160.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496078777932357266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we tried all the equipments in Celebrity Fitness, One Utama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh. last friday we went to T.G.I Friday's, the curve for dinner. treat for HER. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX-hLUb8SI/AAAAAAAABZs/zi7CGOddoic/s200/DSC08209.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496078766203203874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got myself BBQ chicken garden salad and SHE had friday's chicken burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah i purchased lots of cool stuffs too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX8Uhhro5I/AAAAAAAABZk/t0AQIjKsCr4/s200/DSC08233.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076349802783634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got these 2 shirts from 1 of the store in Dataran Pahlawan in Melaka called "invade they got limited piece of unique design of shirts. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(sorry, the picture is upside down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX8UT-CPoI/AAAAAAAABZc/me3a-l5DxVc/s200/DSC08234.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076346163609218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;purple and pink polka dot shirt from &lt;a href="http://samandmonkey.wordpress.com/"&gt;sam and monkey&lt;/a&gt;. their shirts are so great. check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX8TzvBlEI/AAAAAAAABZU/NA-UwYfcHP0/s200/DSC08235.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076337510716482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"risky business" sunnies from cotton on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX8Tg5KdYI/AAAAAAAABZM/5PBfjcqlUoo/s200/DSC08236.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076332452967810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zara's light purple basic t-shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the invitation to the celio* launching party this friday at Pavilion. celio* is a new french based men's clothing company. they just arrived in Malaysia. the stuff sold there was cool but the price is way beyond my budget. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEX8TOLNPBI/AAAAAAAABZE/08aus3yunbQ/s200/DSC08225.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496076327428373522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the invitation card. dress code: RED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i will update on the launching party soon. wait for it okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: "Xnoty2 kt celio k" SHE texted me that. will never do that SYG. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5003384257937922717?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5003384257937922717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-143-things-i-love-to-do-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5003384257937922717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5003384257937922717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-143-things-i-love-to-do-most.html' title='Chapter 143: things i love to do the most.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYCVt8o0HI/AAAAAAAABaE/kiXVBmBvl88/s72-c/DSC08227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2468833980922936345</id><published>2010-06-22T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:02:34.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 142: It’s the simple boring stuffs that I remembered the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TCGq1HOb7_I/AAAAAAAABY8/M6PCZu9JiHo/s1600/DSC07585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TCGq1HOb7_I/AAAAAAAABY8/M6PCZu9JiHo/s200/DSC07585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485853650563362802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, it’s the birthday of my dearest bestfriend ever in the world, mr abdul basit bin abdul aziz a.k.a ferdi vallerino nic a.k.a kamal yesterday and I would like to dedicate this particular entry to him. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met him while I was in form one in Melaka high school back in 2001. Our first conversation was pretty much about me wanting to borrow a marker pen from him to write something on my ginormous name card (form 1’s hostel orientation sucks!). Since then, we were friends. A regular one. Not as close as we do now. And yeah never ever once we were in the same class except in form4 where we combined class for the Islamic education. he went to matrix after SPM and UPM afterwards while I went for form6 and UiTM later on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got close during form2 which I spent most of the night at the hostel sleeping on the same bed as him (is it TMI?) plus I had to hid under his bed when the AJK did a little spot check to make sure there are no students “fly” during the night. And yes during the form3 year, we stay outside and always hang out when there are time. every single week, we take turn to buy each of us lunch which mostly took place at the fast foods outlets. The “parfait” incident was really hilarious and we remember and laughed at it till now. Most of my Friday evenings was spent at his house because we went to the same tuition class held on Friday evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, in friendship there’s ups and downs. But gladly the ups are countless compare to the downs between us. We did fought and not talking to each other twice in the period of us knowing each other. We didn’t talk the whole form 4 year and after bit during the form5 and after SPM. He was particularly known for his infamous slaps right in the face to those who annoyed him. Boy, it was intense to see the slap occurred right before your eyes but never ever I got those slaps. Lucky for me I guess. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We grew much closer since I entered UiTM. It is much fun to spend time with him. I would not mind to travel all the way to UPM from shah alam to meet him. We had ridiculously same interest at most things. And ohh boy we are the worst shopaholics ever and party heads too. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s time few months ago when I introduced him to some of my friends and he did got bit closer with them and somehow deep in my heart I’m a bit jealous (in the good way). I thought that I almost lose a bestfriend. The best one I ever had. But I soon realized it was just my feeling. I assumed we are still BFF (right basit?). and I can see lots of good times going to be spent with him in the future. I just can’t wait to see what the future hold for us. haha. Cheesy~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So basit I would like to wish u a very &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I adore you my friends and I owe u so much. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Blanja r……” basit texted me this when I wish him happy birthday. I will when I got my allowances okay? Ikea meatball here we come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miss HER so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-2468833980922936345?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2468833980922936345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-142-its-simple-boring-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2468833980922936345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2468833980922936345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-142-its-simple-boring-stuffs.html' title='chapter 142: It’s the simple boring stuffs that I remembered the most.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TCGq1HOb7_I/AAAAAAAABY8/M6PCZu9JiHo/s72-c/DSC07585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2943024396784803429</id><published>2010-06-10T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:08:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 141: Haven't met you yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC5G_y9M4I/AAAAAAAABY0/kbFRsK3KuVk/s1600/DSC07979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC5G_y9M4I/AAAAAAAABY0/kbFRsK3KuVk/s200/DSC07979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481084276365407106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my hair had grew a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have known this guy since i guess 2006 and during that period we never met. just SMS and certain calls really make us bond like we were friends for years. but finally since he's done with his study, he wanted to have a short vacation to Melaka. after his first attempt to do so was later on postponed due to a personal problem back at his home in Johor. so, he texted me on sunday and asked me whether he can stay at my house and have a tour around Melaka. i said "what the hell. SURE man!" hee :D. seriously i was nervous at the first time we met (I'm so f**ked up to met new people). picked him up at Mydin MiTC then took him to my house. and forgot to mentioned, he is the ideal son for every parents to have. nice, shy, religious, clever and not to mention, good looking too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took him on a stroll around Melaka Town during the first night despite the horrific chillness in my dad's car. and even we'd be teased by a car full of girls. SCARY! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the very next day we went to Banda Hilir. rode on the Taming Sari's tower (Malaysia's first revolving "gyro tower")- he really wanted to ride it and we did and i must say it was pretty awesome. :D later on we tour around the historic spots in that area and off to home exhausted. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC08W9QFKI/AAAAAAAABYk/wHgaYr7a918/s200/DSC08001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481079695557530786" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCyqcHlgYI/AAAAAAAABX0/7XAxbQHpPwk/s200/DSC08007.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077188682154370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menara Taming Sari. awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCyq5qVyxI/AAAAAAAABX8/6UOFORwcDws/s200/DSC08005.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077196612553490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Mohd Zuladzuan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he went home to JB today. my parents bonded with him pretty well. my sister said that my mum had teary eyes when he shook hand with her and tell her goodbye. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh yeah. last weekend was spent at KL. my dad was invited to the Agong's Birthday Hi-tea held at the Istana Negara on saturday. as waiting for the event to end, i took my mum and my sister to Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman (TAR) heaven for the women. i never like to be at that area as too many people in one place will only gives me headache. a bad one seriously. my sister got herself a baju kurung. envy her. later that night i forced my family to go to midvaley as it was just near by from our budget hotel. haha. my mum got her first Zara handbag and i got myself a electric blue beach sandal. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC07ZzVrzI/AAAAAAAABYM/UYTsQwbhNYk/s200/DSC07972.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481079679141392178" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one scene at Jln. TAR. havoc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC07vUKNsI/AAAAAAAABYU/hesTIXaPpIQ/s200/DSC07974.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481079684916197058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;views from our hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC07_zGaMI/AAAAAAAABYc/IQYOmXr6hnM/s200/DSC07998.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481079689340938434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my Zara's electric blue sandals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had finish my latest sewing project. at first, i want to create a document bag but later turns to be a clutch and i put some emblishments to make it look even better. my sister want a laptop case. my next project i guess. (my custom made laptop case was praised by one girl. I'm touched)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC066HZxaI/AAAAAAAABYE/diddSgGuFko/s200/DSC07923.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481079670635611554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syaer Dean's studded denim clutch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, i went to the rehearsal of the Opening ceremony of Sukan Malaysia in Melaka. it was so fantastic. i wonder why did i got so overwhelm by the performance of school kids doing cool formations. (got teary eyes and goosebumps during the rehearsal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCyqPxXApI/AAAAAAAABXs/rMvRx8-wvAQ/s1600/DSC08009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCyqPxXApI/AAAAAAAABXs/rMvRx8-wvAQ/s1600/DSC08009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCyqPxXApI/AAAAAAAABXs/rMvRx8-wvAQ/s200/DSC08009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077185367704210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCypkVAiDI/AAAAAAAABXk/nwhFaI1lG1k/s1600/DSC08010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCypkVAiDI/AAAAAAAABXk/nwhFaI1lG1k/s200/DSC08010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077173706065970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during the rehearsal at Hang Jebat Stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neighbor gave us this yesterday how cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCypW5RX7I/AAAAAAAABXc/OVER6a17b_I/s1600/DSC08011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBCypW5RX7I/AAAAAAAABXc/OVER6a17b_I/s200/DSC08011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481077170100068274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they dont call it Mango King for no reason. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "cantik x gigi baru i?" HER text on ym while we were chatting and webcam-ing during wee hour. so cool. miss u SYG.&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/2596927076164277249-2943024396784803429?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2943024396784803429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-141-havent-met-you-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2943024396784803429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2943024396784803429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-141-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Chapter 141: Haven&apos;t met you yet.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TBC5G_y9M4I/AAAAAAAABY0/kbFRsK3KuVk/s72-c/DSC07979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8069874867017133158</id><published>2010-05-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:12:16.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 140: lets pretend like it never happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodT6HqiI/AAAAAAAABXM/DSl2ASn05fM/s1600/DSC07816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodT6HqiI/AAAAAAAABXM/DSl2ASn05fM/s200/DSC07816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475436468489398818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my latest pic. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;i woke up this morning with a blow to my face and the rains added the drama towards it. darn i wish i never got the text but somehow i did received it. and seriously i did not know what to react to it. it just mind blowing. mixed emotions i should say and it does affect my mood a bit but im staying optimistic. wish that somehow i can turn over or let just say that i would take it like it never happen to me before. i did my part and i think its time for others to take charge because i cannot see where is this thing heading. sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;anyway yesterday was amazing. despite that i skipped my jogging again. i do enjoy family outing like very much. and my family and i went out yesterday. we went to the new jusco. i did some window shopping last saturday and had eyed on certain things that i would like to have. and i did have it. thanks dad. owh i bought some branded items from F.O.S. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodKesRSI/AAAAAAAABXE/skPnkfd1WrY/s1600/DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodKesRSI/AAAAAAAABXE/skPnkfd1WrY/s1600/DSC07886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodKesRSI/AAAAAAAABXE/skPnkfd1WrY/s200/DSC07886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475436465958438178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Pull and Bear grey cardigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yocrsl4oI/AAAAAAAABW8/rIiNyQlxXs8/s1600/DSC07885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yocrsl4oI/AAAAAAAABW8/rIiNyQlxXs8/s200/DSC07885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475436457695240834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Gap plaid shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yocduchpI/AAAAAAAABW0/yioG6G-Zrs8/s1600/DSC07884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yocduchpI/AAAAAAAABW0/yioG6G-Zrs8/s200/DSC07884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475436453944919698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;unbranded dark grey short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yob_bRUpI/AAAAAAAABWs/irjSmCFuBqs/s1600/DSC07888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yob_bRUpI/AAAAAAAABWs/irjSmCFuBqs/s200/DSC07888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475436445811430034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Body Shop for Men maca root moisturiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;owh i love my finding. plaid shirts and short are in this time around. i love it! and after this day on i'll be wearing moisturiser. my skin gets pretty dry especially in the forehead area and Body Shop have this salesand that things is on 50% discount. it could not get any better. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;owh yeah i came across this particular moment which is me and my sister found it hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_ysbt-6hWI/AAAAAAAABXU/YcuMThrFMPU/s1600/DSC07880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_ysbt-6hWI/AAAAAAAABXU/YcuMThrFMPU/s200/DSC07880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475440839175603554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_ysbt-6hWI/AAAAAAAABXU/YcuMThrFMPU/s1600/DSC07880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; motorcyclist doing the drive thru. :D odd but funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: " ko kate nak beli dumbell. tak jadi ke?" my dad asked me last night. i totally forgot about it after i saw those pretty clothes. so i said "next time leh x yah?". ngee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8069874867017133158?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8069874867017133158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-140-lets-pretend-like-it-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8069874867017133158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8069874867017133158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-140-lets-pretend-like-it-never.html' title='Chapter 140: lets pretend like it never happen.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S_yodT6HqiI/AAAAAAAABXM/DSl2ASn05fM/s72-c/DSC07816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-129605065857307627</id><published>2010-05-23T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:09:36.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 139: a year older not much wiser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah im 22 years old now. it might had been the worst birthday ever. i didnt celebrate it at all. i guess, i dont need to celebrate it. its not a big deal. it happen annually with another 1 added to your age. but those wishes my friend either post it on my Facebook's wall or the texts i received from them really cheer me up. u guys made my day! thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just wanna give a big shout to myself and those who celebrate the same birthday as i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" HAPPY BIRTHDAY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;p/s: wake up syaer. you are old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-129605065857307627?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/129605065857307627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-139-year-older-not-much-wiser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/129605065857307627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/129605065857307627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-139-year-older-not-much-wiser.html' title='chapter 139: a year older not much wiser.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8907503616496477121</id><published>2010-05-22T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:56:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 138: do the checkers!</title><content type='html'>i saw Hairspray movie last night. and i was pretty awesome! i didnt expect that movie would have that pretty much big impact towards me especially being judgmental towards others. yeah i cant help myself from being judgmental. its really normal to be such thing as we sometimes feels intimidated by others. regardless what are those things that really makes us feel envy and stuffs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see stuffs differently like after i entered high school. Melaka High School (MHS) pretty much sum up all the races across the country to be schooled at one place. and MHS is one of the well-known schools in the country as it produced briliant students especially the STPM candidates. i guess. so, since then, i do mingles with other races. i got chinese and indians in my class. and not to mentioned those who have more than one ethnicity in their bloods. i dont find mingling with other races would be a problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as i entered my Form 6 school, it was a bit different. the malays are very judgmental towards my indians friends. and i wonder why. so i end up being close to my indians friends (the girls) rather than the malays throughout the lower six period. i was like Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray where she mingled with the Blacks people more than her own kind. i was so glad that i was raised to be friendly to everyone regardless their skin colour or whatever. i guess im open minded. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i would say lets make the 1Malaysia thing happen. NAH! we dont need a reason to be friendly with others. we dont need to be plastic just for the sake of making the 1Malaysia thing a successful one. mingle around with them because they are just like us but doesnt come with either same colour palette or same background with us. but seriously you guys will definitely happy with the result. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: the tittle of this entry i got it from one of the poster from the Hairspray movie. :D&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/2596927076164277249-8907503616496477121?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8907503616496477121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-138-do-checkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8907503616496477121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8907503616496477121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-138-do-checkers.html' title='chapter 138: do the checkers!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-471632327295571550</id><published>2010-05-16T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:38:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 137: kept myself busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been treated tosh2 like a piece of junk since there is no internet connection in my house. Now I know how important is the internet connection, not just to keep me updated with others through their status on their facebook account, but also to make tosh2 a usable tool. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life at home has been great despite I rarely hang out. Well, I guess I got no friends to hang out with. My so called “boyfriend” according to HER, basit is somewhere in Kuala Lumpur working while Im stuck here in my room hoping there is someone wanting to go out with me. But for now, my sister is always there to accompany me whether to go online at Mcdonalds or go jogging at Tangkak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of jogging, I had started my workout session and it sort of rough throughout the first day. I had abandoned exercise for quite a time. I remembered the last time I went for jogging. It was at the section 7 lake in shah alam somewhere in march I guess. How long it had been. With the consultation and encouragement from my friend, I got pumped up to start living healthy. I do the cardio and other stuffs to help me shape my body. And I stop consume any foods after 7p.m. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It gets pretty rough since there are aches occurred especially in the lower abs, the triceps and the upper back of my body. But I know the aches are good as I know the muscle is working.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, in a path of becoming the young apprentice of Martha Stewart, I had started my sewing project. I started of with sewing my own document bag. Made from my old pair of jeans. My sister wanted sort like a tote bag. So, I’m thinking about to do it after I had done my document bag. Who knows what I can create from the old ripped off jeans. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Distance really took toll on me. I miss her so much. Wish she was here with me through the day. I was so dumb to not spending lots of time with her before the semester break and now i miss her like crazy. Luckily she got “mr. cool” to hug her every night. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So much to say but so not going to make this entry boring. So I’ll keep u guys updated ok?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Xromentik lgsg la u ni” she text me that. Yes im not romantic but I know I love u. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-471632327295571550?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/471632327295571550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-137-kept-myself-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/471632327295571550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/471632327295571550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-137-kept-myself-busy.html' title='Chapter 137: kept myself busy.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-432387256091362944</id><published>2010-05-10T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:04:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 136: she's away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" I MISS HER SO MUCH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mr. syAEr dEAn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s: wish u were here to accompany me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-432387256091362944?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/432387256091362944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-136-shes-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/432387256091362944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/432387256091362944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-136-shes-away.html' title='chapter 136: she&apos;s away.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5986994319069952451</id><published>2010-05-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:56:00.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 135: ticket claimed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G37YKIk7I/AAAAAAAABV8/I-5mD-r_tQc/s1600/DSC07610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G37YKIk7I/AAAAAAAABV8/I-5mD-r_tQc/s200/DSC07610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467853653329613746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;im getting older. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had been a quite ridiculously great ride on the roller coaster. i had been up and several downs along the rail. yeah. kinda like it despite all the hurdles that i need to go through. and what a period of time it has been that somehow had helped me to grow up and be more like a man than i used to be. well, let just say that im getting older every bit of time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this semester was not a good one for my relationship. it went pretty bad during the the early times and it got pretty worse as the semester nearly reach its end. but we both have this strong feeling towards each other and at the end i can definitely see the rainbow despite the heavy rain before. and i'm thankful for that. I cant never have the thought of me leaving my precious treasure hurt. it had been almost two years and hopefully we go strong as the relationship reach it mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G-Qn5Zq-I/AAAAAAAABWk/b-yEbr4UoJU/s1600/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G-Qn5Zq-I/AAAAAAAABWk/b-yEbr4UoJU/s200/DSC07281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467860615401417698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last meal we had together. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had made new friends along the semester. getting close with certain people who i dont have the chance to get to know the them before. thanks to facebook, my friend's number had grew eversince. the existed friends of mine, well let just said we pretty much bonded even closer. i love my friends and i definitely willing to sacrifice anything in order to retain them. I love u guys. and i will surely miss you guys during the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G8hoKWQjI/AAAAAAAABWc/Z58oL0W-dZ4/s1600/DSC07588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G8hoKWQjI/AAAAAAAABWc/Z58oL0W-dZ4/s200/DSC07588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467858708507017778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my BFF, Mr Kamal. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G74cex49I/AAAAAAAABWU/ob1uh3tBeac/s1600/me+n+da+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G74cex49I/AAAAAAAABWU/ob1uh3tBeac/s200/me+n+da+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467858000996852690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G63D7xLQI/AAAAAAAABWM/XttJTcYBYp4/s1600/DSC07362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G63D7xLQI/AAAAAAAABWM/XttJTcYBYp4/s200/DSC07362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467856877716057346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G62xEYqXI/AAAAAAAABWE/KV6OaV62GwA/s1600/DSC07502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G62xEYqXI/AAAAAAAABWE/KV6OaV62GwA/s200/DSC07502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467856872651925874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friends. love u guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an official online junkie now. i cant live without the internet connection. if i cant use my laptop (tosh2) to update my status on Facebook, my dad's cellphone is the victim of my addiction. well, my friends always tease me on how my personality change once i go online. well at first, i'm like in denial, but what they said is kinda true. and yes ucop, I'M AN ONLINE JUNKIE!. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my interest in life is always fashion. i love to dress up. buy new clothes, revamp the old ones, trying those shoes and makes my own. this semester, i put more effort in my interest towards fashion. i revamp my dad's vintage clothes. the latest finding was an 80's pale blue blazer which i relocate the button to make it fit on my body. and it was a successful work of mine. as i trimmed my old jeans, i had made a laptop case out of the left over from the jeans itself. and the result was pretty good. proud of myself. i can definitely predict that this semester break, i would have more projects on sewing and stitching. take that Martha Stewart. and one thing more, my shoes collection had expended also. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G37YKIk7I/AAAAAAAABV8/I-5mD-r_tQc/s1600/DSC07610.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G36yyqNCI/AAAAAAAABV0/n0NsHllmtyA/s1600/DSC07616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G36yyqNCI/AAAAAAAABV0/n0NsHllmtyA/s200/DSC07616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467853643299042338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syaer Dean's laptop case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G36KBnMiI/AAAAAAAABVs/DnsarBBfewA/s1600/DSC07652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G36KBnMiI/AAAAAAAABVs/DnsarBBfewA/s200/DSC07652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467853632355906082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G35X0ENtI/AAAAAAAABVk/OyzkWZPqF0U/s1600/DSC07653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G35X0ENtI/AAAAAAAABVk/OyzkWZPqF0U/s200/DSC07653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467853618877314770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dad's new revamped vintage blazer. i make it fit by relocating the button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G3413mfdI/AAAAAAAABVc/TTJuKrgpl6E/s1600/DSC07657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G3413mfdI/AAAAAAAABVc/TTJuKrgpl6E/s200/DSC07657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467853609765338578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new Zara's slip on sandal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much to say here but this semester really make me learnt a lot more. i was been told so many time by my lecturer that i'm having an attitude problem. and yes iam. determine to change for my own good. let see where it goes from here. and i promise more posts in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: as i wrote this entry, SHE is at Genting with HER girlfriends. owh, i miss HER like really bad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2596927076164277249-5986994319069952451?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5986994319069952451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-135-ticket-claimed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5986994319069952451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5986994319069952451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/05/chapter-135-ticket-claimed.html' title='Chapter 135: ticket claimed.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S-G37YKIk7I/AAAAAAAABV8/I-5mD-r_tQc/s72-c/DSC07610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6265472928844083833</id><published>2010-03-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:15:08.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 134: I'm homesick. as simple as that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCg9uq3I/AAAAAAAABVU/2J8NaSsKJmA/s1600/DSC07466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCg9uq3I/AAAAAAAABVU/2J8NaSsKJmA/s200/DSC07466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454505704791386994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talk about evil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been almost 2 months since i had my bantal busuk placed between my legs. which means i havent gone home for almost 2 months. dang! well, usually im heading home once a month but due to events and assignments that i have to participate in, i have to forget of heading back to Melaka. sigh~ well, my biological clock doesnt work properly lately. i sleep during the wee hour. think i need a consultation on my sleep behavior.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh. i forgot. i cut my hair. really wants Daniel Merriweather's hair. my hair resembles bit like his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCg9uq3I/AAAAAAAABVU/2J8NaSsKJmA/s1600/DSC07466.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCfHHVWI/AAAAAAAABVM/06qEnKvm9Dk/s1600/DSC07373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCfHHVWI/AAAAAAAABVM/06qEnKvm9Dk/s200/DSC07373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454505704293881186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before.      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCArfuNI/AAAAAAAABVE/fyE3h2AO8ZA/s1600/DSC07446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCArfuNI/AAAAAAAABVE/fyE3h2AO8ZA/s200/DSC07446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454505696124975314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went out with HER the day after her birthday. after i had brawled all over my bed and spent the day staying at home. we went to Mutiara Damansara. had some sandwiches at Subway and walk around the area. had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTeuLFwI/AAAAAAAABU8/tA8NubsuFCM/s1600/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTeuLFwI/AAAAAAAABU8/tA8NubsuFCM/s1600/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTeuLFwI/AAAAAAAABU8/tA8NubsuFCM/s200/DSC07281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454502697712162562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chicken teriyaki for both of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTeuLFwI/AAAAAAAABU8/tA8NubsuFCM/s1600/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, my life revolve around my friends. i spent time with them more than i spent my time alone. well, i love that. i love my friends! they rock!! HARD!! haha. still miss my BFF though. basit, do come and visit me lots okay. i had been the most B****-iest person lately. i almost didnt have any feeling towards other people lately. 2 people's heart broke because of me. and i didnt feel guilty what so ever. is that a bad sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we discovered new place to hang out. good foods combined with good place. located infront of Hakim Sek7 shah alam, this place offers you with 2 malaysian foods, CENDOL and LAKSA. the best ever. and almost all of the masscommers enjoy it. hee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTCMV7bI/AAAAAAAABU0/NwBRumGPlEk/s1600/DSC07342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJTCMV7bI/AAAAAAAABU0/NwBRumGPlEk/s200/DSC07342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454502690054073778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJSqaIeWI/AAAAAAAABUs/Hy3RrU9mSOE/s1600/DSC07334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJSqaIeWI/AAAAAAAABUs/Hy3RrU9mSOE/s200/DSC07334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454502683669461346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJSSndU0I/AAAAAAAABUk/uBp0DLw7C5U/s1600/DSC07337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JJSSndU0I/AAAAAAAABUk/uBp0DLw7C5U/s200/DSC07337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454502677282902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cendol-ing and laksa-ing with fellow masscommers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last 2 weekend, on saturday, we went to nora's sister house located in bandar baru salak tinggi near my brother's house. we had the best western foods ever. it hold the same quality as the 5 stars hotel restaurants has. so delicious till it make all of us speechless. thanks mummy Nora. we really appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIQJ1PbMI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZaoxIORE604/s1600/DSC07446.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIPvLnCdI/AAAAAAAABUM/WGwcE0NjvpE/s1600/DSC07382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIPvLnCdI/AAAAAAAABUM/WGwcE0NjvpE/s200/DSC07382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454501533899491794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIPSON-nI/AAAAAAAABUE/vloatJIcW3w/s1600/DSC07387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIPSON-nI/AAAAAAAABUE/vloatJIcW3w/s200/DSC07387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454501526125804146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIO-bn1RI/AAAAAAAABT8/pJtCPUv3fnE/s1600/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIO-bn1RI/AAAAAAAABT8/pJtCPUv3fnE/s200/DSC07389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454501520813315346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JIO-bn1RI/AAAAAAAABT8/pJtCPUv3fnE/s1600/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGjs19WAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Am-ek0TaCMg/s1600/DSC07388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGjs19WAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Am-ek0TaCMg/s200/DSC07388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454499677845936130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good foods and those people who ate them. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGjs19WAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Am-ek0TaCMg/s1600/DSC07388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day, me n my classmates, anna, wendy, azlee, arashy, qhyrol, hakim, shida, aeina and a broadcaster, erin helped our lecturer with her daugther's wedding ceremony held at a country club in Damansara. it was a great experience and we got paid for helping. it cant get any better than that. later on, we went to sunway because aeina needs to cover a story bout muay thai there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGjs19WAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Am-ek0TaCMg/s1600/DSC07388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGi5pKGxI/AAAAAAAABTs/GCs6ZtZYNj0/s1600/DSC07407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGi5pKGxI/AAAAAAAABTs/GCs6ZtZYNj0/s200/DSC07407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454499664102038290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGiojzWzI/AAAAAAAABTk/oGEvEpduQqk/s1600/DSC07411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGiojzWzI/AAAAAAAABTk/oGEvEpduQqk/s200/DSC07411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454499659516173106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGhpLVauI/AAAAAAAABTc/5x6pz4381t4/s1600/DSC07413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGhpLVauI/AAAAAAAABTc/5x6pz4381t4/s200/DSC07413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454499642502114018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGhdvvpnI/AAAAAAAABTU/4Tsf-clQdMU/s1600/DSC07414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JGhdvvpnI/AAAAAAAABTU/4Tsf-clQdMU/s200/DSC07414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454499639433602674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JESw9YxtI/AAAAAAAABTM/sIdEurTe0f4/s1600/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JESw9YxtI/AAAAAAAABTM/sIdEurTe0f4/s200/DSC07416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497187869804242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during the ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JESw9YxtI/AAAAAAAABTM/sIdEurTe0f4/s1600/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JESw9YxtI/AAAAAAAABTM/sIdEurTe0f4/s1600/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went to Lenggong, Perak last weekend. the place called Nur Lembah Lenggong. the Journalism Society held a family day there. it was a great experience. we did the flying fox, river crossing and obstacles thingy. haha. few people became famous there for either good or bad reason. well, i dont give a s**t. i had a blast with my my friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JESw9YxtI/AAAAAAAABTM/sIdEurTe0f4/s1600/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JER29MFSI/AAAAAAAABTE/r4M1H-M5FF0/s1600/DSC07458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JER29MFSI/AAAAAAAABTE/r4M1H-M5FF0/s200/DSC07458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497172299715874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JERcVRDcI/AAAAAAAABS8/ilPa12Ux6n0/s1600/DSC07459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JERcVRDcI/AAAAAAAABS8/ilPa12Ux6n0/s200/DSC07459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497165152947650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEQHxPuWI/AAAAAAAABS0/Vpg9WumD0iQ/s1600/DSC07461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEQHxPuWI/AAAAAAAABS0/Vpg9WumD0iQ/s200/DSC07461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497142453287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEQHxPuWI/AAAAAAAABS0/Vpg9WumD0iQ/s1600/DSC07461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEPrutqtI/AAAAAAAABSs/glmfGSy0T60/s1600/DSC07462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEPrutqtI/AAAAAAAABSs/glmfGSy0T60/s200/DSC07462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497134926473938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pics at Lenggong, Perak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JEPrutqtI/AAAAAAAABSs/glmfGSy0T60/s1600/DSC07462.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Argh, u wat i rindu u. Dtg sni cpat. Nk tmbuk2 bdn u" SHE texted me that. sweettttt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&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/2596927076164277249-6265472928844083833?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6265472928844083833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-134-im-homesick-as-simple-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6265472928844083833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6265472928844083833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-134-im-homesick-as-simple-as.html' title='Chapter 134: I&apos;m homesick. as simple as that.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S7JMCg9uq3I/AAAAAAAABVU/2J8NaSsKJmA/s72-c/DSC07466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7806325911760906532</id><published>2010-03-12T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:13:24.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 133: SHE's legal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey its that time again. my smoochie boo is 21 years old now. i love &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. so damn love &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. no one know how much I'm into &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. i will always love you hunny. MUAX. after all that we had been through lately i hope our love towards aech other is getting stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"HAPPY 21th BIRTHDAY SAYANG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr.syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: "thanx." SHE texted me that last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7806325911760906532?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7806325911760906532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-133-shes-legal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7806325911760906532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7806325911760906532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-133-shes-legal.html' title='Chapter 133: SHE&apos;s legal.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1335620602893358845</id><published>2010-03-05T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:19:26.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 132: everyone SULK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hpd-4nBAI/AAAAAAAABP8/v8i5xkDtDv0/s1600-h/DSC07088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445390125773554690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hpd-4nBAI/AAAAAAAABP8/v8i5xkDtDv0/s200/DSC07088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;just another friday. yeah. but this time its more meaningful. my friends are all around me. its kind of like decreasing my inner heartbreak. yeah lately everyone sulk. everyone i knew faced trouble this week. everyone seems not in the mood. its does make me wans to go home real bad! thinking of going home next week. i need my mum. im a mama's boy. INDEED! hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i helped my other friend, khalila, to become her talent in her production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program: What's In.&lt;br /&gt;Venue FKPN studio.&lt;br /&gt;Time 9am till 12 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpcOefyqI/AAAAAAAABPc/XMSNvco4Gfg/s1600-h/DSC07082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445390095599258274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpcOefyqI/AAAAAAAABPc/XMSNvco4Gfg/s200/DSC07082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpcneYicI/AAAAAAAABPk/cp--JJgg2Mg/s1600-h/DSC07083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445390102309669314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpcneYicI/AAAAAAAABPk/cp--JJgg2Mg/s200/DSC07083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;during the shooting. i was interviewed by farish and ieja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpdBXZNWI/AAAAAAAABPs/zVV-oO0rx3c/s1600-h/DSC07084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445390109259674978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpdBXZNWI/AAAAAAAABPs/zVV-oO0rx3c/s200/DSC07084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my model. izie and arashy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture taken during the shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqxyQ7qkI/AAAAAAAABQk/XulVIE5wzoc/s1600-h/DSC07096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445391565494921794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqxyQ7qkI/AAAAAAAABQk/XulVIE5wzoc/s200/DSC07096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hqwyku4RI/AAAAAAAABQM/ZF_9KTzj2Gk/s1600-h/DSC07091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445391548398100754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hqwyku4RI/AAAAAAAABQM/ZF_9KTzj2Gk/s200/DSC07091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpdS22QAI/AAAAAAAABP0/Nw0eooFaRXU/s1600-h/DSC07087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445390113955004418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HpdS22QAI/AAAAAAAABP0/Nw0eooFaRXU/s200/DSC07087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqxCefYII/AAAAAAAABQU/vfmrIbHclsk/s1600-h/DSC07093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445391552666886274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqxCefYII/AAAAAAAABQU/vfmrIbHclsk/s200/DSC07093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;from up :me and ucop me and nora. ameer, ucop and izie. ucop and nora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqwZzHpZI/AAAAAAAABQE/Sqa2QIJmfMQ/s1600-h/DSC07090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445391541747557778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqwZzHpZI/AAAAAAAABQE/Sqa2QIJmfMQ/s200/DSC07090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arashy and ucop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during the lunch time me and ucop had lunch at Station 1 cafe at ss15 subang jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrrHurOWI/AAAAAAAABQs/JeA2Y9Y_ruQ/s1600-h/DSC07098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392550509361506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrrHurOWI/AAAAAAAABQs/JeA2Y9Y_ruQ/s200/DSC07098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HqwZzHpZI/AAAAAAAABQE/Sqa2QIJmfMQ/s1600-h/DSC07090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ucop having his chicken spageti and orange, strawbery apple juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrreuQPMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/KnKgY4RjcSQ/s1600-h/DSC07099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392556681608386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrreuQPMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/KnKgY4RjcSQ/s200/DSC07099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had lanb chop with mushroom sauce, vanilla milkshake and ribena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i skipped the business and economics reporting class yesterday.haha. guess im too lazy to attend class because i am too tired and too sleepy to enter the class. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrsQ_19vI/AAAAAAAABRE/hwJG8zWlMLY/s1600-h/DSC07123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392570177156850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrsQ_19vI/AAAAAAAABRE/hwJG8zWlMLY/s200/DSC07123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrrztOl6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/YgomIcMmYbI/s1600-h/DSC07122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392562314450850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5HrrztOl6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/YgomIcMmYbI/s200/DSC07122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lepaking at Abu Cafe sec7 with ucop izie, nora and ameer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hrs6Kj1RI/AAAAAAAABRM/sMtwGFj_PWk/s1600-h/DSC07127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445392581227959570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hrs6Kj1RI/AAAAAAAABRM/sMtwGFj_PWk/s200/DSC07127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lepak and gossiping at bintang sidewalk after that. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, i always put my friends above other. after Allah and my family of course. and sometimes SHE gets kind of jealous. but i know she'll understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: "Nyte" she texted me that at round 2 am. she slept late again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1335620602893358845?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1335620602893358845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-132-everyone-sulk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1335620602893358845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1335620602893358845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-132-everyone-sulk.html' title='Chapter 132: everyone SULK!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S5Hpd-4nBAI/AAAAAAAABP8/v8i5xkDtDv0/s72-c/DSC07088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5770861117184473994</id><published>2010-03-04T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:07:16.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 131: look at the camera.</title><content type='html'>life had been so miserable these days. everyone do love to be up. but im happy that i'd been down. it makes me strong. plus everything got batter after that. and im very thankful of that. my relationship had gone through quite rough time. and i lose my one more friends. i have to. sorry.everything seems so surreal. i gained more friends in the process. i knew my existed friends even better. what a cool experience. and one thing, "COOL" had become my favourite catch phrase. haha. erm. anyway, basit came to shah alam last week. n he spent most of the time with his new found friends. till they end up with a drama. im kinda jelous. its feels like im losing my BFF. i hate to admit it but its the truth. but i cant control him. he's old enough to determine his life. but i'll make sure that im in his future. i mean being his BFF till we die. &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;anyway, i became the talent for my friends' production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Program: I-inspirasi (talkshow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: FKPM studio (mascom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 26th march 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: morning till sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was asked to be a talent for my friends' production. so i joined them. i was asked to act as an Editor of a travel magazine, Candid Syndrome as the theme of the talkshow is vacation. it was a great opportunity. it was my second time. i acted as a grandfather a year ago by my other friend. and this friday my third job is coming. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CViQoUrI/AAAAAAAABOM/sLLR54N6qBc/s1600-h/DSC06980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444784149743817394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CViQoUrI/AAAAAAAABOM/sLLR54N6qBc/s200/DSC06980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CWt2JyjI/AAAAAAAABOU/cFu5meg-Mzo/s1600-h/DSC06982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444784170033859122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CWt2JyjI/AAAAAAAABOU/cFu5meg-Mzo/s200/DSC06982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CXu2-1zI/AAAAAAAABOc/KPpQBtm_-Hw/s1600-h/DSC06984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444784187485640498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CXu2-1zI/AAAAAAAABOc/KPpQBtm_-Hw/s200/DSC06984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CYNENDxI/AAAAAAAABOk/l2qXuS3M7HI/s1600-h/DSC06994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444784195594161938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CYNENDxI/AAAAAAAABOk/l2qXuS3M7HI/s200/DSC06994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CYwpAEjI/AAAAAAAABOs/Hts6_eYyU08/s1600-h/DSC06995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444784205143740978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CYwpAEjI/AAAAAAAABOs/Hts6_eYyU08/s200/DSC06995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im having fun with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah i went to TV3 yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Program: A Day With A Broadcast Journalist.&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Sri Pentas, TV3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: 2th March 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 8.00am till 9p.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was assigned to follow a journalist from TV3 News and Current Affairs department, Miss Azlina Hariri. we went to Colourland's Bonanza buka dan menang contest press conferrence. and it was a great experience. and i met few other celebrities. anuar zain, wardina, suhaimi ahmad, kamaruddin mape, malik (1.30 news), hanim (sport buletin utama) and much more. and not to forget my seniors. COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HBrNn46I/AAAAAAAABO8/XuGCIXVGn4I/s1600-h/IMG_7018%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789306107880354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HBrNn46I/AAAAAAAABO8/XuGCIXVGn4I/s200/IMG_7018%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HA21Os0I/AAAAAAAABO0/X9NmmKEad8Q/s1600-h/IMG_6940%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789292046922562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HA21Os0I/AAAAAAAABO0/X9NmmKEad8Q/s200/IMG_6940%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HC4bxMtI/AAAAAAAABPM/TcdLpzlMv3g/s1600-h/IMG_6949%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789326836740818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HC4bxMtI/AAAAAAAABPM/TcdLpzlMv3g/s200/IMG_6949%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HCAkpX5I/AAAAAAAABPE/2POrxK_3ucE/s1600-h/IMG_6986%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789311841591186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HCAkpX5I/AAAAAAAABPE/2POrxK_3ucE/s200/IMG_6986%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HDY3Z0CI/AAAAAAAABPU/hhMwxu8Hb_g/s1600-h/IMG_7001%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789335542583330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_HDY3Z0CI/AAAAAAAABPU/hhMwxu8Hb_g/s200/IMG_7001%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the experience i gained is very useful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i got another job to do. i mean i got an offer to be a fashion designer for another production tomorow. i'll update my blog later okay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Nak u." she texted me that. SHE still loves me. i love u too SYG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2596927076164277249-5770861117184473994?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5770861117184473994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-131-look-at-camera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5770861117184473994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5770861117184473994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-131-look-at-camera.html' title='chapter 131: look at the camera.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S4_CViQoUrI/AAAAAAAABOM/sLLR54N6qBc/s72-c/DSC06980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1966079755713818231</id><published>2010-03-01T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:00:32.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update soon.</title><content type='html'>i will update my blog tomorrow. since im busy with my assignments and stuffs i cant find time to actually write a post. do wait fot it. because i have got a lot to talk about. and all the misery will be ended tomorrow i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1966079755713818231?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1966079755713818231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1966079755713818231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1966079755713818231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-soon.html' title='update soon.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1295813342320815893</id><published>2010-02-03T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:15:59.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 130: good ol' days.</title><content type='html'>its had been 3 night straight that i'd slept late. late in the morning. just cant shut my eyes off. thanx to RARA (SHE named it toshtosh) im an online junkie now. but i will always love it. it completes my day now. muah to RARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually morning gave u lots of benefits. it gave me ideas. im more emotional during this period of time. so, it does help me reminiscing those beautiful memories. those heartbreaks. those love. those things that can really gave me things to think about. sometimes it gave me thunder that strikes to my heart. and yes it do make me want to cry. but i didnt. what is the point of crying over a spilt milk? but those memories really help me to grow older and more rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the big n less hot person does help me in not finding my other half during the school years. im not hot, not skinny, not popular and im not that talkative. so i would not be the 1st choice for girls to walk beside them and hold hands and stuff. but it kinda cool to me as im more to friends during the school years plus i was in the all-boys school so its kinda hard to tackle girls and basically the six former girls in my school became the prey of our guy adrenaline rush. seriously. haha. pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart tumbled when i remembered back those old times. i buzz this person on YM and we got closed after that.she called me every single night. and usually we talked till late. we would not stop talking on the phone till my phone battery is low. sometimes it takes hour. and indeed its sooooooooo cool! but we did not last longer. and im kinda guilty as she was still on her relationship with her BF when im with her back then. we did not talk since then. even sms nor comment on facebook. but one day she called me. and i was so surprised and acted like i do not know her. what a dumb i was. but its ok. i did not want to ruin whatever i had now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i got a girl by my side. the girl that truely love me because of who i am. a girl that very opposite of me. i love her. try my best to make her life meaningless. try my best not to neglect her. try my best to be there when she needs me. try my best on staying true to myself and be the best guy she ever love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "xsmpt pgang tosh2" she texted me that. she is soooo funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1295813342320815893?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1295813342320815893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-had-been-3-night-straight-that-id.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1295813342320815893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1295813342320815893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-had-been-3-night-straight-that-id.html' title='Chapter 130: good ol&apos; days.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4827178326714244376</id><published>2010-01-31T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:28:04.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 129: who like BUFFET?!</title><content type='html'>yeah last night was a very thoughtful night i presumed. my dearest friend gave me something to think about. a food for my thought i guess. and i understand 100% what is she trying to say. i get it seriously! but its hard. i mean like i dont want it to be like this but it suprisingly it did. i understand im not the victim but i didnt say dat im happy with it. it just a feeling that i cant resist. and i almost want to let it go. but i cant. damn. how should i put it in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i am determine to change. change for the sake of that person. the special person in my life right now apart from my family. if i ever be a burden for you then im really sorry. i wont burden you anymore. i wont talk about my life as much as i would do after this. coz i dont want you to be apart of this whole conspiracy. enough of knowing things that most best friend would talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate your concern. you really care about us. and that is really cool! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Always syg. Dh smpai g tau ai."SHE texted me that. SHE care about my wellbeing. how cool is that? love you A***T M***I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4827178326714244376?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4827178326714244376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-129-who-like-buffet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4827178326714244376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4827178326714244376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-129-who-like-buffet.html' title='Chapter 129: who like BUFFET?!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7376145809411321024</id><published>2010-01-29T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:35:36.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 128: things getting better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my dearest sony ericsson w910i broke so basically im not in the mood of writing down in my blog. me n &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; is getting better. we started to date back. started from yesterday. we went to bukit bintang. i accompanied &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; shopping.as always, girls take time as they went shopping. so does &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. my back hurt when i got home last night. but it all worthed! i miss to went out with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; again. i miss &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. how can im not loving &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. my heart melted when i saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from now on its all going to be about &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: "Hee..superb!" &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; texted me. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; own "you're my love". huu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2596927076164277249-7376145809411321024?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7376145809411321024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-128-things-getting-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7376145809411321024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7376145809411321024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-128-things-getting-better.html' title='Chapter 128: things getting better.'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7196674442053850204</id><published>2010-01-15T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:45:02.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 127 : IMPROVISATION!!</title><content type='html'>people change for better. sometimes for worse. but still it called change. me myself had changed through times. and sometimes i wonder if it is good or im just being another jackass for this world. probably when people said that you need to change the it mainly because you need a reality check. i've been always wanted to be someone else since i was a kid. its not like my life was bad, it just i wanna see and feel like others. feels like i was born again. feel to have a new attitude. a new and different persona. but yet i feel like there are always something that stoping me from being a new improvised human that carried the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend once told me that he kinda sad when i start smoking. he said that im losing the "good boy" image. another friend of mine told me that im a good boy that only messed other people up when they messed myself up first. to be honest, what they said are partly true. i hate to get into other people business unless it related to me. hate to fight. hate to argue. i just hate to see people to have this kind of misunderstanding occured between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure i will always try my best to make the people around me to feel inviting when they are around me. i will always try my best to accommodate other people needs. its hard to say NO when my friends ask for my help. hard to say NO when they ask me to lepak with them unless there are certain event that i cant dodge from. but i have to acomodate my needs first. i have to put myself on top of other people in order to accommodate others. and for what im seeing sometimes i did left some people out from my list. ask HER. SHE would know how ignorance i am sometimes towards the need of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd changed. whats the big deal of that? im a BAD ASS guy who wanted to be part of the world but different in many sorts so that people will acknowledge by who i am not who i resemble like. but i know that this change somehow is bigger to swallow on but im confident that it will do just fine. unless i rily feel like i need to change again then o would gladly do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, dont give others a s**t. if you need to kill or eat other then just do it. because what is more important here that you are being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont change because you are forced to,change because that whats you heart tells you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "u r unpredictable...it changed my perception of u.." her text sounds like... hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7196674442053850204?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7196674442053850204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-127-improvisation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7196674442053850204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7196674442053850204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-127-improvisation.html' title='Chapter 127 : IMPROVISATION!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5288546267050142800</id><published>2010-01-07T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T04:39:42.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 126: new lock for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0aBBfXreQI/AAAAAAAABNY/SRtb46e2ZYc/s1600-h/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424164663815010562" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0aBBfXreQI/AAAAAAAABNY/SRtb46e2ZYc/s200/DSC06713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i always have this kind of phobia of having my hair cut since i had this traumatic experience at a saloon near my house. i love to have my hair in the of the expert so that my hair wont look like a mess so it wont make my face look fat. i've been told so many time my short haircut either da haircut looks bad or the haircut wud sumhow enlarge or enlighten the puffy cheek of mine. and there r people that told me my haircut looks good bcoz its short not bcoz i rily had this rily great haircut like my parents always said but deep in my lonely n soulful heart i felt bit frustrated due to bad haircut n stuff. i had this haircut back in july that so bad till i have to hide it with a fedora so no one will ever see me with that kind of hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there are rules for me to have a haircut. n the rules are;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) no hairclipper- this tool will only make my hair sort of like da school kid's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b) not too short- damn!! again no school kid's hair. SHE hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c) no layer cut- love my hair to be fluffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;d) no "ekor"- my neck will feel itchy as my hair get longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e) wash n cut is a must- nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;f) no massage- last time i had it my neck hurt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;g) no botak plzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like to have these sort of rules so dat i wont regret till i have to hide it as for da reminder for me in the future... last monday i got a haircut appointment at Hairkunst salon at The Curve.. considering that monday is Gent's day n da price will be deducted me n amin made a decision to cut our hair thre... its a lovely experince n da haircut is rily nice.. will be goin thre in da future... hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0xsmLMOT3I/AAAAAAAABN4/mFzosg7ZDRk/s1600-h/DSC06756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0xsmLMOT3I/AAAAAAAABN4/mFzosg7ZDRk/s200/DSC06756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425831054169493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: "But..i ned u.." hmm.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5288546267050142800?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5288546267050142800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-126-new-lock-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5288546267050142800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5288546267050142800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-126-new-lock-for-me.html' title='Chapter 126: new lock for me...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0aBBfXreQI/AAAAAAAABNY/SRtb46e2ZYc/s72-c/DSC06713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6782280827200580208</id><published>2010-01-03T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:35:15.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 125: last weekend wanted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLRilJghI/AAAAAAAABM4/KY7rYhbFUOo/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLRilJghI/AAAAAAAABM4/KY7rYhbFUOo/s200/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422768559787442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officially im here back in shah alam... n its lovely.. miss da air here.. da chaotic life.. da inhabitants... almost.. thres few facelifts given to shah alam.. n so far its nice.. SHE moving to live at a rent house... n hopefully it will help to enligthen our lives as holiday rily tiring both of us... so stil im wishing for da best like always.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of dat.. so being here in shah alam is like nurturing da wild side of me.. back at home, im a person wtih curvue but not anymore.. at least not now... n my parents getting more n more suspicious of their very wildest n most rebellious child in the family as my mum found few items dat r not nice to have or even look at.. 2 things dat mke me go "o ohh"... first my mum found da ashtray on my bookshelf n a blowed-up condom dat i got for free at a HIV campaign under my bed.. heee :D... i x knw wats happen back in melaka.. but i guess my parents is ssssoooo damn bengang n shocked to found such things.. huu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway aside from my parents discovery dat can slowly resembles me as wat person i am now which is bit of curiosity plus naughtiness n a pinch of cockiness, i had a blast for 4 days str8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up as early as i cud.. the nite b4 i slept at 4a.m.. me n my fren went to karaoke-iing at Quality hotel for an hour.. honestly i felt rily intimidated when i sang with my fren... malu!! n later on we went to sunway as i wanted to find an outfit for amin's Bday bash.. da theme was red n white.. havent found 1.. so like around 6p.m amin basit n hafiz arrived at train station n i fetched them... we went out to bkit bintang dat nite n to clebrate new year... amin, hafiz, jimmy n hafiz n me were thre n da rest was history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLR5JPawI/AAAAAAAABNA/DvQDrU0IdqU/s1600-h/DSC06699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLR5JPawI/AAAAAAAABNA/DvQDrU0IdqU/s200/DSC06699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422768565844404994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  cupcake chic indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGyFNlWEI/AAAAAAAABMQ/USeGHJthfcM/s1600-h/DSC06715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGyFNlWEI/AAAAAAAABMQ/USeGHJthfcM/s200/DSC06715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763621281519682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGyR89WKI/AAAAAAAABMY/i5fy1_NjWeU/s1600-h/DSC06714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGyR89WKI/AAAAAAAABMY/i5fy1_NjWeU/s200/DSC06714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763624701450402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGy4l_BXI/AAAAAAAABMg/k4yt7nty_LM/s1600-h/DSC06702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGy4l_BXI/AAAAAAAABMg/k4yt7nty_LM/s200/DSC06702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763635074073970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us heralding new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fetched ucop at LCCT near sepang... n on our way my tyre is punctured... damnit!! called my uncle n he came to da rescue... so after fetched ucop my car broke down at KM36 elite highway near da KLIA exit.. damn!! we stucked thre for 5 hours.. from 7.30p.m till 12.30a.m.. my family were thre to help me.. but my dad was ssooo pissed off he didnteven go out from the car till the tow truck was thre.. me n my dad didnt talk da whole day... hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGxXZGgKI/AAAAAAAABMA/iYM4nzJ_9n0/s1600-h/DSC06732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGxXZGgKI/AAAAAAAABMA/iYM4nzJ_9n0/s200/DSC06732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763608981799074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  CLK was injured!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGx3AtzsI/AAAAAAAABMI/zGbY8QFTNSU/s1600-h/DSC06733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GGx3AtzsI/AAAAAAAABMI/zGbY8QFTNSU/s200/DSC06733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763617469451970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look how busy they r...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da nite before were spent at my bro's.. we went to da workshop n i got my deraest CLK fixed.. n da total cost for it is RM493.25.. n i had da receipt with me to remind me wat a huge amount was dat.. huu~ anyway later dat evening, me basit ucop n amin went to bukit bintang to have a soping spree since it was da last 2 days of Y.E.S.. n we went lepak-ing at pelita klcc till 3a.m n got home later on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEu7I71rI/AAAAAAAABLo/bjd4OejOIeA/s1600-h/DSC06739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEu7I71rI/AAAAAAAABLo/bjd4OejOIeA/s200/DSC06739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761368014804658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; philosophy men shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEugU-y3I/AAAAAAAABLg/9zwxGZBOqHo/s1600-h/DSC06738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEugU-y3I/AAAAAAAABLg/9zwxGZBOqHo/s200/DSC06738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761360817572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zara's high top sneakers&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEuTBX-0I/AAAAAAAABLY/Nsir5eP25h4/s1600-h/DSC06736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEuTBX-0I/AAAAAAAABLY/Nsir5eP25h4/s200/DSC06736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761357245676354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  zara's blue sneakers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up kinda early considering the time i shut my eyes off... off me n basit went to da faculty to check on da freshies.. then we went to pavilion to meet amin, fia, azard n jimmy thre.. sent basit to UPM.. back to shah alam.. delivered marshmallow to my fren n climbed da stairs to heaven(my house)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEvd50SsI/AAAAAAAABLw/1_B6bCY4IK0/s1600-h/DSC06740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GEvd50SsI/AAAAAAAABLw/1_B6bCY4IK0/s200/DSC06740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422761377346636482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: basit, me, jimmy n amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLRAhiF8I/AAAAAAAABMo/CzGbqzzkWx4/s1600-h/DSC06742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLRAhiF8I/AAAAAAAABMo/CzGbqzzkWx4/s200/DSC06742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422768550645471170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  my GUESS man clutch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Npe lmbt sgt ni. Drive safely." SHE texted me this... how caring... but stil one DOT at the end of each word.. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-6782280827200580208?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6782280827200580208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-125-last-weekend-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6782280827200580208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6782280827200580208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-125-last-weekend-wanted.html' title='Chapter 125: last weekend wanted!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/S0GLRilJghI/AAAAAAAABM4/KY7rYhbFUOo/s72-c/DSC06709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4038918983670923544</id><published>2009-12-27T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:36:38.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 124: of friends and family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRLrpa0TI/AAAAAAAABKo/RnIyjuOosNs/s1600-h/DSC00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRLrpa0TI/AAAAAAAABKo/RnIyjuOosNs/s200/DSC00226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420171412677251378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luf this pix.. its my dad n i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum peeps... woah.. its like a hauted house here.. the spiderwebs r everywhre.. damn i can definitely see sum rats pass me by n damn the racoon just screamed out of nowhre.. huu~ my blog is hauted.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway too many things happened lately dats y im kinda late updating my blog.. its not like im running out of ideas or thres no event occured... it just im got no time to actually go to cc n u knw surfing the net.. anyway life is soooooooo like roller coaster diz few weeks.. emotions collides at the same time.. n i had to forget a fren coz i x wnt to ruin my frenship wit my besfren.. so i choose my besfren over the othr fren.. we definitely have to choose what u win or lose coz u cant have everyting.. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget bout dat.. the damaged had done so i have to moved on with my life.. n i did.. so i went out n lots of hangouts.. n i like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY...&lt;br /&gt;the highlight for my family was of course the birth of MUHAMAD ZARRITH... da latest addition to muhiddin's clan n another nephews for me.. borned on 21 december 2009 with 3.4kg of weight, his existence will definitely add up more joy n happiness to us.. aaauuuwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRKaDJHaI/AAAAAAAABKI/_nC45mDM1Iw/s1600-h/DSC06585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRKaDJHaI/AAAAAAAABKI/_nC45mDM1Iw/s200/DSC06585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420171390773435810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRK29-IoI/AAAAAAAABKY/AUS_T4XmLxM/s1600-h/DSC06584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRK29-IoI/AAAAAAAABKY/AUS_T4XmLxM/s200/DSC06584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420171398536372866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRLBBwuII/AAAAAAAABKg/N7k8eGggpmE/s1600-h/DSC06583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRLBBwuII/AAAAAAAABKg/N7k8eGggpmE/s200/DSC06583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420171401236625538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is MUHAMAD ZARRITH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i enjoy doin with my family is of course karaoke-ing... n im addicted to it.. hgaha.. my dad luf to sing.. n hes got great voice considering the trophies he got by entering the sing off comp... huu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRKuWK3oI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hOJ-gTyEfWg/s1600-h/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRKuWK3oI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hOJ-gTyEfWg/s200/DSC06667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420171396221951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bro sang a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway my kazen got married on 18th dec 2009.. congrats kamal.. the ceremony held on 20th at my paklang's crib at tg. mnyak in melaka... its quite fun.. me, my sis n my kazens went out saturday's nite to cek out da so called pahlawan walk near banda hilir.. it was nice... u knw hw much i like to stroll around pasar malam n the uptowns... me likey... i guess my mum called me "king pasar malam" for no reason kn? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLIbtFOI/AAAAAAAABJw/cg6DG2pOHk0/s1600-h/DSC06553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLIbtFOI/AAAAAAAABJw/cg6DG2pOHk0/s200/DSC06553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170303712859362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLZmjrpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/LGaxIz1dRqY/s1600-h/DSC06557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLZmjrpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/LGaxIz1dRqY/s200/DSC06557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170308321783442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLmUzmDI/AAAAAAAABKA/nYk85-dCrns/s1600-h/DSC06562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQLmUzmDI/AAAAAAAABKA/nYk85-dCrns/s200/DSC06562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170311736989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;i went out a lot lately.. with my dearest fren.. encik feral nic.. we went to jonker walk a lot lately.. n he did bought a tote bag thre.. n it was fucking beau! damn! lucky u cit... anyway we went n hangout at MP n DP n also bangunan merah a.k.a stadhuys to cek out on da tourists.. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO1S1WqnI/AAAAAAAABJA/bzNheihmCFk/s1600-h/DSC06545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO1S1WqnI/AAAAAAAABJA/bzNheihmCFk/s200/DSC06545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420168829036046962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO2UCRRDI/AAAAAAAABJY/kfpnEgKKwT8/s1600-h/DSC06421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO2UCRRDI/AAAAAAAABJY/kfpnEgKKwT8/s200/DSC06421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420168846538523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO1j6MVeI/AAAAAAAABJI/N9qLhpeKA54/s1600-h/DSC06544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO1j6MVeI/AAAAAAAABJI/N9qLhpeKA54/s200/DSC06544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420168833619744226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQKQvFo3I/AAAAAAAABJg/68euFcY0bXs/s1600-h/DSC06416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQKQvFo3I/AAAAAAAABJg/68euFcY0bXs/s200/DSC06416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170288761774962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQKq0gaOI/AAAAAAAABJo/AJ8gFWuuatc/s1600-h/DSC06413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhQKq0gaOI/AAAAAAAABJo/AJ8gFWuuatc/s200/DSC06413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420170295763822818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  we were out n about in melaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my fren, nadia invited me to his bro's wed ceremony.. so i did went to her house accompanied by other skulmates aina, iqa n linda(nabila insyirah) haha.. n they plan to go to Air Kolam.. the undevelop waterfall near asahan, jasin.. the place was nice.. n da environment is much better compared to sagil.. no developement... it just us human n nature all over.. sort of like im livng in da jurassic park movie set... but im kinda sad dat rubbish were everywhre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNVs8t1eI/AAAAAAAABIw/_5ZyKYkLwfs/s1600-h/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNVs8t1eI/AAAAAAAABIw/_5ZyKYkLwfs/s200/DSC06671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420167186778805730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO0-xJMFI/AAAAAAAABI4/92HZBicOhps/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhO0-xJMFI/AAAAAAAABI4/92HZBicOhps/s200/DSC06669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420168823649677394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nad's bro wed ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNVHHHCRI/AAAAAAAABIg/BI6EefCY5To/s1600-h/DSC06675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNVHHHCRI/AAAAAAAABIg/BI6EefCY5To/s200/DSC06675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420167176621852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNUn5vRbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IvjqWrJGDPo/s1600-h/DSC06679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNUn5vRbI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IvjqWrJGDPo/s200/DSC06679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420167168244270514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNU5Cs-jI/AAAAAAAABIY/ytaZaD7z6s4/s1600-h/DSC06678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhNU5Cs-jI/AAAAAAAABIY/ytaZaD7z6s4/s200/DSC06678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420167172845271602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Air Kolam, asahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... im off to shah alam in 2 days time.. da first plan to celebrate new year sumwhre but i guess its a no show.. but i have to go back early coz im afraid thre will b a massive jam plus its almost skul day nxt wek.. so i ned to go back early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Mane u.." SHE texted me dat yesterday... im out of crdit n batery.. i was outside whole day yesterday.. but i miss HER.. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4038918983670923544?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4038918983670923544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-124-of-friends-and-family.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4038918983670923544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4038918983670923544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-124-of-friends-and-family.html' title='Chapter 124: of friends and family...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SzhRLrpa0TI/AAAAAAAABKo/RnIyjuOosNs/s72-c/DSC00226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-3947187231410418941</id><published>2009-12-18T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:49:01.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 123: tales of the DESPERADO!</title><content type='html'>" you want somebody, just anybody to lay their hand on your soul tonight, you want a reason to keep beliveing, that someday you gonna see the light, coz you're desperate" - David A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never believed in luv at first sight.. well not now.. hopefully never.. coz i just think dat it just wrong to fall in luv with sumone rite away without actually care to getting to knw dat person better.. bcoz basically luf need nurturing... it needs sum kind of fertilizer to make it grow... n hopefully it will bloom in da future.. n of coz u'll have to wait... start with frenship.. n from thre we might have the chance to actually have the the relationship taken to the next level.. not in weeks but even more than dat to mke sure dat u guys hv trust n stuffs.. hmmm... please to all those lonely homeys... x be such a desperado... coz its childish n very immatured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll posted later bout my journeys diz past few weeks.. hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "rep me.." she texted me dat.. im out of crdit.. will do soon after i'll topup SYG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-3947187231410418941?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/3947187231410418941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-123-tales-of-desperado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3947187231410418941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3947187231410418941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-123-tales-of-desperado.html' title='Chapter 123: tales of the DESPERADO!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-329835764386449217</id><published>2009-12-07T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:38:24.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 122: D.I.Y (done it yesterday)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4L8Fa0lYI/AAAAAAAABII/JVzIBYqCgiA/s1600-h/DSC06363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4L8Fa0lYI/AAAAAAAABII/JVzIBYqCgiA/s200/DSC06363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412776929020646786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my latest photo.. hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis went to her mak angkt house so basically im all alone at home for 2 weeks... damn!! i nver knw i need her.. eventhou we used to fight over the remote cntrol but i guess dats wat mke my day.. n she always cooked nasi goreng 4 me.. n always listens to my stories... she kinda like my secret keeper... huu... i miss her!! now i skip lunch coz im to lazy to cook i guess... hmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last friday i went to KL... n sent my sis to her mak angkt house... basit tag along.. he wanted to go back to UPM.. he got his final project to finish up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY...&lt;br /&gt;woke up early... went to smyg jumaat... n get ready after dat... went to fetch basit up n went to see my mum n off we went to KL.. dropped my sis at klang n went to jusco bukit tinggi... went back home in shah alam.. n went out to KL dat nite.. we were out till dawn.. met amin n his frens... gettin to knw meor n jimmy... its nice to knw them coz they were friendly.. very friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4KrWRFylI/AAAAAAAABIA/kZ48jraAWv0/s1600-h/DSC06322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4KrWRFylI/AAAAAAAABIA/kZ48jraAWv0/s200/DSC06322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412775541973830226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4KrJj6ICI/AAAAAAAABH4/Zdt55igsUqg/s1600-h/DSC06325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4KrJj6ICI/AAAAAAAABH4/Zdt55igsUqg/s200/DSC06325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412775538563096610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys day out... *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY...&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 8a.m.. huu... n woke up round 1.30p.m... jimmy n meor wants to join us to pavilion.. n they did tetxed us few time n only able to reach pavi at 4 over... n met amin, ameer, fia (amin's sis), azad(fia's bf), phoebe, n lan there... n met meor n jimmy later on.. we had blast dat day.... huuu... n that nite me n basit went to UPM... get redi n went out to KL again.. we r sooo GIGIH!!!&lt;br /&gt;met jimmy n meor for da last time coz basit wants to return amin's ic to jimmy... then we lepak at mamak in serdang coz the UPM's gate only open at 6a.m.. huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4IfDoa80I/AAAAAAAABHg/0MN3X70075Q/s1600-h/PC030050+%282%29+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4IfDoa80I/AAAAAAAABHg/0MN3X70075Q/s200/PC030050+%282%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412773131789726530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4IfpxAnSI/AAAAAAAABHo/oqupEnNwXg0/s1600-h/PC030049+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4IfpxAnSI/AAAAAAAABHo/oqupEnNwXg0/s200/PC030049+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412773142026296610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Kqsn1crI/AAAAAAAABHw/BWm-LCinDgs/s1600-h/DSC06334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Kqsn1crI/AAAAAAAABHw/BWm-LCinDgs/s200/DSC06334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412775530794939058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at pavilion.. havin so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Gv4UbxMI/AAAAAAAABHI/OM5otBls8zQ/s1600-h/DSC06344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Gv4UbxMI/AAAAAAAABHI/OM5otBls8zQ/s200/DSC06344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771221787624642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Gw_dUa4I/AAAAAAAABHY/9TFsgqhYGYQ/s1600-h/PC030064+%282%29+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4Gw_dUa4I/AAAAAAAABHY/9TFsgqhYGYQ/s200/PC030064+%282%29+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771240883809154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n acit.. we happened to wear almost da same outfit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY...&lt;br /&gt;supposedly i ned to go back to melaka that non... but we woke up at 2p.m!! huu... so i was online for awhile.. tke bath n had lunch at 4 over.. huu~.. then round 6 over i went home accompanied by abang iz... thanx... n yes we do race a bit on da road.. at least dat keep me not awake during the driving.. stop by the RnR ayer keroh for pray... n went str8 home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4GvEBnDlI/AAAAAAAABHA/Odllg2Ww5wQ/s1600-h/DSC06345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4GvEBnDlI/AAAAAAAABHA/Odllg2Ww5wQ/s200/DSC06345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771207750028882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at upm b4 leavin home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MONDAY...&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling very well.. my body felt weak.. got sore throat.. n migrain.. probably im lack of ample rest.. so basically i stayed home da whole day... so i decided to ransacked my dad's wardrobe n mines as well... n found my dad's vintage shirt n my old gingham shirt... i revamped my shirt.. so it luks more currents... hee.. dat nite i accompanied my fren.. he stressed up.. ned sumone by his side.. n i volunteered to be one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EeQEnbEI/AAAAAAAABGQ/3Ot11HFyuqg/s1600-h/DSC06353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EeQEnbEI/AAAAAAAABGQ/3Ot11HFyuqg/s200/DSC06353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412768719902829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's vintage shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EffKMR3I/AAAAAAAABGY/vE47HA-NPYA/s1600-h/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EgR4uc3I/AAAAAAAABGw/hbLn1tTshug/s1600-h/DSC06346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EgR4uc3I/AAAAAAAABGw/hbLn1tTshug/s200/DSC06346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412768754749567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EffKMR3I/AAAAAAAABGY/vE47HA-NPYA/s1600-h/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4GupYWWuI/AAAAAAAABG4/HLqUIgTrfWA/s1600-h/DSC06350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4GupYWWuI/AAAAAAAABG4/HLqUIgTrfWA/s200/DSC06350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412771200597646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EffKMR3I/AAAAAAAABGY/vE47HA-NPYA/s1600-h/DSC06352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EffKMR3I/AAAAAAAABGY/vE47HA-NPYA/s200/DSC06352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412768741132617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EgN4OODI/AAAAAAAABGo/-P4ms5N9qNs/s1600-h/DSC06351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4EgN4OODI/AAAAAAAABGo/-P4ms5N9qNs/s200/DSC06351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412768753673713714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adding the sleeve button...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Erm,tdo la awl mlm ni.." she texted me dat... thanx syg.. luv u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-329835764386449217?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/329835764386449217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-122-diy-done-it-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/329835764386449217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/329835764386449217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-122-diy-done-it-yesterday.html' title='Chapter 122: D.I.Y (done it yesterday)..'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sx4L8Fa0lYI/AAAAAAAABII/JVzIBYqCgiA/s72-c/DSC06363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6271880143480171206</id><published>2009-12-01T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:05:38.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 121: who taught me to spell L.O.V.E?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYVxe61z_I/AAAAAAAABGI/rQI5CButsaU/s1600-h/DSC06263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410535942189862898" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYVxe61z_I/AAAAAAAABGI/rQI5CButsaU/s200/DSC06263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new glasses n i luv my mum's new pashmina.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah it had been a rather warm week that i had been thru... to the western yes its gud if its warm.. but in malaysia we consider warm as close to cold.. warm as thres noting that i can do to make it hot back.. n it seems like we need sum sorts of ignition or sumting great enuf that can put the degrees back to the comfortable zone.. i admit the spark has almost gone.. if i end this then i'll be da stupidiest person... but if i go thru it without da spark then it wud be pointless.. meaningless.. noting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i never thot it wud ever occured.. never in my mind dat diz ting wud ever bloomed in my heart.. but it did.. n im happy n excited for it as it wud be da first one.. sum said dat first always being remembered da most but still can i handle it?! dats da question dat i had most of da time when i feels like i wanna to let it go... but i hold on tight to it as i hoping it wud sumhow fix by itself.. it did back then.. but wasnt now.. what can i say else except i have to put myself first in each of my decision.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im bad.. im stupid.. im selfish.. im hard headed.. im stubborn.. im rebelious.. im not conventional.. i got big ego... but still i got heart.. i got soul.. i got feeling.. i have thought.. i have mercy.. n i got love to give out.. but it seems like all i got this time is my own self.. at least im happy to be me... da only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MUHAMAD SYAHIR BIN MUHIDDIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do went out diz break... to heal my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with my skulmates (SIS)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpt7W9iI/AAAAAAAABFY/fD7pzoKI7jk/s1600-h/DSC06159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410534709267985954" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpt7W9iI/AAAAAAAABFY/fD7pzoKI7jk/s200/DSC06159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYVxJ1hwrI/AAAAAAAABGA/sSxNqfi8oAo/s1600-h/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410535936530432690" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYVxJ1hwrI/AAAAAAAABGA/sSxNqfi8oAo/s200/DSC06156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to movies n lunch at McD...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supper with my family...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpy666fI/AAAAAAAABFg/YwUaJOBX2Xw/s1600-h/DSC06264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410534710608325106" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpy666fI/AAAAAAAABFg/YwUaJOBX2Xw/s200/DSC06264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUqD6xEVI/AAAAAAAABFo/LbEbG82Vaug/s1600-h/DSC06265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410534715171082578" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUqD6xEVI/AAAAAAAABFo/LbEbG82Vaug/s200/DSC06265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum pn jelirkn lidah unintentionally... hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during hari raya haji...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpFMEUvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Rj6rjKfePDI/s1600-h/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410534698332214002" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYUpFMEUvI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Rj6rjKfePDI/s200/DSC06284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTGtHc3rI/AAAAAAAABFA/f83fE7gqaIk/s1600-h/DSC06287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410533008243220146" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTGtHc3rI/AAAAAAAABFA/f83fE7gqaIk/s200/DSC06287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTG_GAdNI/AAAAAAAABFI/F-f3Y2fyyGk/s1600-h/DSC06285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410533013069001938" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTG_GAdNI/AAAAAAAABFI/F-f3Y2fyyGk/s200/DSC06285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTGGr4X0I/AAAAAAAABE4/lTeqnM4bu9o/s1600-h/DSC06296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410532997927034690" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTGGr4X0I/AAAAAAAABE4/lTeqnM4bu9o/s200/DSC06296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from upper left: makan, gathered, me on dad's lap n the graveyard visit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guys day out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTF5-Ix8I/AAAAAAAABEw/_JNNgXma3Rc/s1600-h/DSC06307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410532994513946562" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTF5-Ix8I/AAAAAAAABEw/_JNNgXma3Rc/s200/DSC06307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTFZIKhoI/AAAAAAAABEo/gxUmfdMsBZs/s1600-h/DSC06309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410532985697633922" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYTFZIKhoI/AAAAAAAABEo/gxUmfdMsBZs/s200/DSC06309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at kopitiam n the "JETTY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no p/s diz time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2596927076164277249-6271880143480171206?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6271880143480171206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-121-who-taught-me-to-spell-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6271880143480171206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6271880143480171206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-121-who-taught-me-to-spell-love.html' title='Chapter 121: who taught me to spell L.O.V.E?!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SxYVxe61z_I/AAAAAAAABGI/rQI5CButsaU/s72-c/DSC06263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8817125165910366224</id><published>2009-11-28T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:58:26.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 120: goes along to get along...</title><content type='html'>darn i left my memory card reader at home... but dying to share my life here... heee.... life had been great for diz couples days... my relationship getting better i guess n im losing weight... how ironic huh? being homed n losing weight? not dat my mum didnt fed me well just im not a big fan of rice lately n i wonder y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriusly boredom nearly killed me.. few strikes of stabbing infuse with loneliness n both emotional n physical exhautions had nearly drive me mad... thank god the mind did it best to stray me away from those ting which can clearly destruct me... im dying to puff a cigarette lately... n stil not able to do that this time around.. maybe later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my frens... missed having great time at "kedai bwah rumah" with ucop amm erin sidah n fifi... have a gud laugh coz seriusly the melakans r not ready for my loudest laugh... i laughed n they stared me like i had just kill a man... damn! i missed the impromptu visit to sunway with the girls... missed having meatballs at IKEA with HER... watching movies at &lt;a href="mailto:e@curve"&gt;e@curve&lt;/a&gt; with my besties... doing the field trip with my classmates... miss the "cucuk langit" at BORNEO n L* with my frens... miss driving to unplanned places with ucop... missed to lepak at mamak with my new classmates... n not to forget karaoke-ing with them as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" IM MISS U GUYS A LOT!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: "Izwan, u call umah ai eh td?" she mistakenly sent diz text to me... hmmm... but i trust HER... SHE wudnt do dat to me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8817125165910366224?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8817125165910366224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-120-goes-along-to-get-along.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8817125165910366224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8817125165910366224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-120-goes-along-to-get-along.html' title='Chapter 120: goes along to get along...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-9146590266121366475</id><published>2009-11-20T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:40:24.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 119: a letter for HER...</title><content type='html'>Dear Da Smoochies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a physician once said dat once sumting held in motion, it cant help building momentum... n dats exactly wats my love for u.. once i love u it will bloom as time goes by... our frens once said dat im sooo lucky dat i got u n im totally agreed with dat... seriusly!! n u r da greatest n da sweetest ting ever occured to me... n im happy for dat... i will never neglected u ever... even when thres storm occured in our relationship but it seems like we can definitely find da shelter to all of the tidal waves n hide from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... days before we got homed n had our semester break i noticed dat u acted wayyy different than the way u acted like before... n plus u frequently said to me "jgn noty2", "u gatal eh skang" n things like dat n i can definitely smell sumting wrong sumwhre.. n i was right... thanx for having lots of courage n telling me wats dat "PERSON" told u which a full of lies indeed!! at first yes i felt a bit funny but as time goes by i cant sleep that nite wondering n slowly my hatred building up... so i decided to dig this dirty rumors so i will find da source of this particular prob... n yes i jeopardise ur name in seeking the truth sincerely... n i didnt knw dat it will turned into this manic problem! but think back, wat is this "PERSON" prob to tell u lies without even investigate it first... its sssoooooooo CHILDISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo i had stated my point.. hope u understand... coz seriusly i x knw wat to do else than just be happy with without the interference of others who doesnt know us better than we knw ourselves... if u choose to be mad at me than im ok with dat... coz wat rily matter is im not wat they think i am... n i love u.. n never do those nasty thing to u ever!!! just so u knw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u cool down... coz i miss u damn much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urs thruthfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry if i posted it on my blog... coz im mad x knw wat to do... hope u understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-9146590266121366475?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/9146590266121366475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-119-letter-for-her.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/9146590266121366475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/9146590266121366475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-119-letter-for-her.html' title='Chapter 119: a letter for HER...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-3012569513860618142</id><published>2009-11-16T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:35:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 118: wish they were here...</title><content type='html'>at last im homed... yeah HOME SWEET HOME... for now... but i cant imagine what will happen in coming days... hopefully it wud be better as time goes by... coz i can definitely felt the intense feeling of boredom... but im trying to keep it to myself... furthermore... my BFF is not here in melaka... DARN! need to wait till raya haji to meet him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... im started to miss my frens damn much! n HER as well... number of my frens had grew as my clasmates were gained from 20 sumting to 50... damn im happy to meet u guys... anyway during da last day i was in shah alam, im trying to spend more time with them but it happen tooo soon n in a blink of an eye i was in melaka alone... huuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here r sum of the memories that i caught with my frens during the last moments with them last week... huuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant remember wat had happen but wat happened dat nite was me, ucop, amin n wendy hang out at barra... we met other masscommers thre n amin's frens as well... hmmm kinda nice nite it was...&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhK-iaCRI/AAAAAAAABEY/DcmX19yPFnM/s1600/DSC05861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341187732801810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhK-iaCRI/AAAAAAAABEY/DcmX19yPFnM/s200/DSC05861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhLBVFNzI/AAAAAAAABEg/DceXDcYJyA4/s1600/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341188482217778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhLBVFNzI/AAAAAAAABEg/DceXDcYJyA4/s200/DSC05858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amin, ucop, me n wendy at pakli....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... da management paper will be held tomorrow.. so me, ucop n izie studied at esso for da evening.. n continued study at Burger King at sec13.. then we went sumwhre... this time anna n wendy joined us... n later on we went to mcd to study till 5a.m... darn we r soooo GIGIH!!!! ahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhKQ9cVgI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2BL7FjHsWPA/s1600/DSC05869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341175498167810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhKQ9cVgI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2BL7FjHsWPA/s200/DSC05869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  at esso studying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhJjMYihI/AAAAAAAABEA/ZXoEHzFRhhM/s1600/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341163212802578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhJjMYihI/AAAAAAAABEA/ZXoEHzFRhhM/s200/DSC05889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObqfgPUhI/AAAAAAAABD4/qLukvr1R73c/s1600/DSC05891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335132088259090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObqfgPUhI/AAAAAAAABD4/qLukvr1R73c/s200/DSC05891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhKPsJrZI/AAAAAAAABEI/1z50c6ldV-8/s1600/DSC05876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405341175157206418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhKPsJrZI/AAAAAAAABEI/1z50c6ldV-8/s200/DSC05876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; at Mcd n BK studying n socialising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got paper diz morning... it went prety well i guess... what had been spotted 100% came out!! it does fely like a bundle of joy indeed! heee~ dat nite... a bunch of my frens went out together... n SHE followed us as welll... planned to watched movies at &lt;a href="mailto:e@curve"&gt;e@curve&lt;/a&gt;... bu soon later on we found out dat it was closed!! DARN!! so we decided to have dinner at murni ss2 n went to downtown cheras after dat.. not to forget we also went to Bukit Langat to look on da view of KL!! nice n coooolll!!! haha... we went out till dawn.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObpk8pzFI/AAAAAAAABDo/azoxKHyjYfg/s1600/DSC05917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335116369742930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObpk8pzFI/AAAAAAAABDo/azoxKHyjYfg/s200/DSC05917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObqGBCf-I/AAAAAAAABDw/CRQoU6DMYeI/s1600/DSC05910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335125246509026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObqGBCf-I/AAAAAAAABDw/CRQoU6DMYeI/s200/DSC05910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObo-UTwlI/AAAAAAAABDY/BvuMLgx0vaY/s1600/DSC05924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335105999979090" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObo-UTwlI/AAAAAAAABDY/BvuMLgx0vaY/s200/DSC05924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us at da curve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... woke up late... hee... as always... heee... anyway aeina borrowed my car... then dat evening we hang out at Nasi Lemak Cinta Sayang with aeina, erin, ucop n anam! n izie joined later on... we hang out at shida's pad after dat n i rushed back home to pack my bags as i promised basit to spen da nite at his room... met HER to return HER pendrive.. think wanna lepak for awhile with syafil but hes not home sooo... off i went to UPM to meet basit.. heee... we got da guys day out dat nite... n da rest is history! huuu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWcvXNlNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/yYNY5zN7nCk/s1600/DSC05960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405329398269056210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWcvXNlNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/yYNY5zN7nCk/s200/DSC05960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at casino playing cards.. haha kiding nasi lemak cinta sayang laa... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWcNfG75I/AAAAAAAABDI/66mk0JjZBqY/s1600/DSC05966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405329389175369618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWcNfG75I/AAAAAAAABDI/66mk0JjZBqY/s200/DSC05966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWbxiSTII/AAAAAAAABDA/PTukxrXsp8U/s1600/DSC05967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405329381672504450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWbxiSTII/AAAAAAAABDA/PTukxrXsp8U/s200/DSC05967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObpe8AtuI/AAAAAAAABDg/VpYsyMoU520/s1600/DSC05965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335114756437730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwObpe8AtuI/AAAAAAAABDg/VpYsyMoU520/s200/DSC05965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me n basit during da guys nite out... having so much fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. basit got camp during the weekend.. so he left me sleeping on his bed as he went to da camp.. so... as i woke up, i got myself clean n off to melaka... ALONE!!! darn! arrived at melaka n walk around MP n DP to fetched my sis... huuu... n got homed later on... not to forget i went to pasar malam jasin n bought soto! yum yum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWbRhIWFI/AAAAAAAABC4/ZvqUksxsBjY/s1600/DSC06041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405329373077723218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWbRhIWFI/AAAAAAAABC4/ZvqUksxsBjY/s200/DSC06041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mi casa... homed finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noting happen... i just drove my sis to town.. she got errands to run... huuu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im officially da house's driver!!! n im bored.... miss my frens... wanna hang out with them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWa-ROW8I/AAAAAAAABCw/wpeLV-8vNZM/s1600/DSC06060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405329367910734786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOWa-ROW8I/AAAAAAAABCw/wpeLV-8vNZM/s200/DSC06060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at my desk in my room... hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "sape syg?sudahla u" SHE texted me this... darn i was shocked n upset... but things go smooth later on... thank god... pheww....&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-3012569513860618142?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/3012569513860618142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-118-wish-they-were-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3012569513860618142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3012569513860618142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-118-wish-they-were-here.html' title='Chapter 118: wish they were here...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SwOhK-iaCRI/AAAAAAAABEY/DcmX19yPFnM/s72-c/DSC05861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7252208323804600013</id><published>2009-11-13T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T04:16:40.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 117: season3 finale...</title><content type='html'>the day we waited had arrived.. the dot on the semester 3 had been written.. now wats left here is the memory.. its true.. dis sem the drama had decreased from wat we had last sem.. n im glad.. but the drama had been subtituded with more n more assignments.. till one point dat my frens said dat i didnt hang out with them much... too much money spent during this sem as well... well, dats da price of being a shopaholic i guess.. well just wanna say it had been a very toughful period of time i assumed... n im happy that everyone is now more open as they told me whats my faults.. n now plus 1 person knew myself better... heee~ ok im rushing off to meet HER now.. after dat... BUHBYE SHAH ALAM... ello upm first.. then GUTEN TAG MELAKA... me signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAN&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "u la gatal!" SHE said last nite when we went out with others... i x knw wats she's thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7252208323804600013?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7252208323804600013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-117-season3-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7252208323804600013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7252208323804600013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-117-season3-finale.html' title='Chapter 117: season3 finale...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-788880173074391872</id><published>2009-11-09T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:25:17.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 116: Como tu quieras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhB0vcDCcI/AAAAAAAABCo/1tm0jt6l0hw/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhB0vcDCcI/AAAAAAAABCo/1tm0jt6l0hw/s200/DSC05819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140127374019010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before...       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhB0V-A_YI/AAAAAAAABCg/W4HKq6toyWk/s1600-h/DSC05821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhB0V-A_YI/AAAAAAAABCg/W4HKq6toyWk/s200/DSC05821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140120537169282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhBMo4gkAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/vqPg1ZecGpE/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;diz has been a hell of a week.. n the mixture of happiness and rockhard frustration strikes me at one time.. damn! now i realize im jus a normal person who easily be affected by the feeling... WTF did i just wrote... anyway.. its rily a tough week after confronting one of the toughest paper on last wednesday n now im looking forward for another 1 paper on thurs.. hopefully i wudnt be dat hard as my carry mark for the subject is damn low... anyhow.. diz couple days had gave me joy n pain all in one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n pic will do da job of telling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY..&lt;br /&gt;i woke up bit late as there is noting to do except dat i got lunch date with HER... we went to sec11 n ate nsi ayam... later on we went to damansara... n bought sumting at ikea... n went home to sent HER back to HER college.. off i go to return back syafil's keys left in my car... as i was hanging out with syafil, fahm, ganu n haziq, ucop sent me a surprise sms.. n im on with dat plan.. as the nite continues, the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_oc3oaoI/AAAAAAAABB4/1edZLjA0egA/s1600-h/DSC05802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_oc3oaoI/AAAAAAAABB4/1edZLjA0egA/s200/DSC05802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137717207755394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me camwhoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_oHCtwzI/AAAAAAAABBs/ZXl6FP2654o/s1600-h/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_oHCtwzI/AAAAAAAABBs/ZXl6FP2654o/s200/DSC05805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137711348663090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what we had at ikea... meatballs, muffins n coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SATURDAY...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 2p.m as i slept at 7a.m.. we had sibling's lunch date at sec7... n later on me n ucop continue our journey without anam.. we went to SACC n later on jusco bukit tinggi.. i got my haircut thre... of we went home n texted phoebe anna n aidil to join us at nasi lemak cinta syg... then we went to tesco.. n i met n lepak with one of my clasmates till 3a.m.. that person was mad at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_nyeNsdI/AAAAAAAABBk/mxYFdgZ6VQI/s1600-h/DSC05812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg_nyeNsdI/AAAAAAAABBk/mxYFdgZ6VQI/s200/DSC05812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137705826857426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n ucop at the fitting room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9z40SKBI/AAAAAAAABBc/QYIAhvYMl4A/s1600-h/DSC05813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9z40SKBI/AAAAAAAABBc/QYIAhvYMl4A/s200/DSC05813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135714665211922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love this jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9zk-HzHI/AAAAAAAABBU/qt7YNXVUuJw/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9zk-HzHI/AAAAAAAABBU/qt7YNXVUuJw/s200/DSC05822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135709337767026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i need this shirt.. its cool n cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9zFLkagI/AAAAAAAABBM/CvHO2tIFiT4/s1600-h/DSC05827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9zFLkagI/AAAAAAAABBM/CvHO2tIFiT4/s200/DSC05827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135700804233730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucop, phoebe n me camwhoring at tesco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY...&lt;br /&gt;went out to had lunch with my classmates.. thanx for da ride... got into argument with my bro n my dad called me soon after dat but im tooo afraid to answer it... feel bad to my clasmate coz im kinda x in da mud when i went out with that person... later dat nite most of my clasmates studying together at McD sec18 till dawn.. didnt sleep da whole day.. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9y5iAqkI/AAAAAAAABBE/Re6Ml3ZVHDI/s1600-h/DSC05837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9y5iAqkI/AAAAAAAABBE/Re6Ml3ZVHDI/s200/DSC05837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135697677134402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adapting to my new hairstyles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9xaFr3RI/AAAAAAAABA8/CzFToMp9rpI/s1600-h/DSC05842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Svg9xaFr3RI/AAAAAAAABA8/CzFToMp9rpI/s200/DSC05842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135672056962322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice cloud n sun rays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MONDAY...&lt;br /&gt;got exam this morning.. very sleepy throughout the exam... went home rite after n sleot till evening.. haha... went out to burger king for dinner with my clasmate n alone at home rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "I xdpt wireless.xdpt blog u mlm ni.huu." SHE texted me this just now.. my no1 fan of my blog.. thanx SYG... love u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-788880173074391872?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/788880173074391872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-116-como-tu-quieras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/788880173074391872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/788880173074391872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-116-como-tu-quieras.html' title='Chapter 116: Como tu quieras...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvhB0vcDCcI/AAAAAAAABCo/1tm0jt6l0hw/s72-c/DSC05819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2988566658675913317</id><published>2009-11-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:34:00.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 115: not trying to cross anyone off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpYUEoohI/AAAAAAAABA0/yzHThV1V7gQ/s1600-h/DSC05677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpYUEoohI/AAAAAAAABA0/yzHThV1V7gQ/s200/DSC05677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400283663364039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanna let my hair grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i raised butterflies in my wallet today... as i open my wallet.. notings there except an arrangement of cards... mykad, maybankard, bank islam's card, touch n go zing card, my license, n other stuff which didnt contribute any financial support to me at the moment.. i dont want to burden my family diz couple days.. trying to hold on tight as i will feed my hunger with everything dat i have at home... so more n more spageti coming rite up till the amount of coins inside my bank account start to bloom... heee.... IBU if u can ever hear me... im dying here!! IBU im officially BROKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i listed down things dat caused me to my bankruptcy... pix will tell u guys bit better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY....&lt;br /&gt;got CTU 553 exam diz morning... done quite prety well.. erm went to lepak at hakim n i planned to go out to KL.. ucop n amer on for this one... after dat we fetched amin n Phoebe amanda garcia at their home n off we went to KLCC... anyway zahir n ayyiq tagged along... rain cats n dogs but still plan goes as planned... heee... ate at little penang cafe... my fav... went to pavilion for awhile... went home n stop by at zulyahya's restaurant... went home at 2a.m..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpYMUuH9I/AAAAAAAABAs/Q63q5Mg9BYc/s1600-h/DSC05698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpYMUuH9I/AAAAAAAABAs/Q63q5Mg9BYc/s200/DSC05698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400283661284024274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME n phoebe amanda garcia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXQCg_bI/AAAAAAAABAc/SHZ507uInHI/s1600-h/DSC05702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXQCg_bI/AAAAAAAABAc/SHZ507uInHI/s200/DSC05702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400283645101538738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME, phoebe amanda garcia n ucop at KLCC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXkMfP5I/AAAAAAAABAk/EnE-MR-UXH0/s1600-h/DSC05700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXkMfP5I/AAAAAAAABAk/EnE-MR-UXH0/s200/DSC05700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400283650512076690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the elevetor... ucop, ME, amin n amer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY..&lt;br /&gt;accompany aeina to celcom centre... went to Sunway pyramid for movies... MICHAEL JACKSON: This Is It is da best movie so far... gave me goosebump... went home n lepak with ucop, amin, n phoebe at stall near our house... n then went lepak with syafil, fahm n syazni at barra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXKl2HlI/AAAAAAAABAU/_HpndmlMP5U/s1600-h/DSC05711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpXKl2HlI/AAAAAAAABAU/_HpndmlMP5U/s200/DSC05711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400283643639111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucop lose to his lust towards megan fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwgPhqsI/AAAAAAAABAM/NX45rGY5NHY/s1600-h/DSC05714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwgPhqsI/AAAAAAAABAM/NX45rGY5NHY/s200/DSC05714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281879924550338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they borowed my my hp n caught this in the toilet... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY...&lt;br /&gt;in da study mood... tomorw got comm research exam.. went to meranti with ucop to study... studied for half hour n slept for another half hour... went to ole-ole mall... karaoke-ing n lepak at Pakli... went home n continue study till late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwXg8k4I/AAAAAAAABAE/tz1P4buqOLI/s1600-h/DSC05717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwXg8k4I/AAAAAAAABAE/tz1P4buqOLI/s200/DSC05717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281877581697922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwPPq6qI/AAAAAAAAA_8/V_WxL6bgmFg/s1600-h/DSC05722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnwPPq6qI/AAAAAAAAA_8/V_WxL6bgmFg/s200/DSC05722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281875361753762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucop voicing out his vocals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY...&lt;br /&gt;exam in da morning.. thank god everything been spotted on came out... heee :D... went for lunch at sec9 restoren cili merah... went to Jusco bukit raja for movies... watched Jeniffer's Body... Megan Fox is a damn HOT chick ever!!! went to P.A.S for donuts.. my treats.. met HER n faten.. SHE luking for a slack... accompanied HER n sent HER n faten to ika's house.. went home after dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnvl5adYI/AAAAAAAAA_s/cMGysjgkHsE/s1600-h/DSC05743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGnvl5adYI/AAAAAAAAA_s/cMGysjgkHsE/s200/DSC05743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281864262546818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: ucop, amer, erine n fushi at old town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "lg 10minit" SHE texted me this... girls... they take too much time to get redi... hee :D... but stilll luv u SYG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-2988566658675913317?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2988566658675913317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-115-not-trying-to-cross-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2988566658675913317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2988566658675913317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-115-not-trying-to-cross-anyone.html' title='Chapter 115: not trying to cross anyone off...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SvGpYUEoohI/AAAAAAAABA0/yzHThV1V7gQ/s72-c/DSC05677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2884452871981372003</id><published>2009-10-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:31:11.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 114: GIRLS or GUYS?! i prefer...</title><content type='html'>im sick with people who asked u to do his or her job... in order to make things easy for him or her they instruct others to do it for them... rite now my classmates n i were in the middle of doin others job while dat person is somewhere at home constructing words to impress us... yeah sum might find he's great but us mostly think him is COCK-Y.. heee....&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... diz entry is specially tributed to my friends... haha... diz couple days i had a great time with them... guys i LOVE u soooo much... heee... pix will help me explain wat had happened... :D..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got presentation dat morning... it went sux! haha... lepak at pakli... i asked anna n wendy to join me n aeina to go sunway... they shopped n i didnt... heee :D... went to sec7's lake n eat DONUTS!! heee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG4ZI7b4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/6fLTtDahvaA/s1600-h/DSC06251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397782825526849410" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG4ZI7b4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/6fLTtDahvaA/s200/DSC06251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujFuEn92oI/AAAAAAAAA-k/t78VkLuwY64/s1600-h/DSC06257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397781548709567106" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujFuEn92oI/AAAAAAAAA-k/t78VkLuwY64/s200/DSC06257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG4rDWZqI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qWa2Ar-9BCQ/s1600-h/DSC06262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397782830335288994" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG4rDWZqI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qWa2Ar-9BCQ/s200/DSC06262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG5cDgV7I/AAAAAAAAA_M/JBs07M_7kvA/s1600-h/DSC06275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397782843489277874" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG5cDgV7I/AAAAAAAAA_M/JBs07M_7kvA/s200/DSC06275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at sunway pyramid n sec7's lake.. haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ucop said the magic words " JOM JALAN"... haha... so off we went to Damansara... me, ucop, ejal, and hafiz went to da curve, ikea, ikano, &lt;a href="mailto:e@curve"&gt;e@curve&lt;/a&gt;, and OU all in one day... haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUmSXosI/AAAAAAAAA98/ImTiwqwMBQY/s1600-h/DSC05599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778912045933250" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUmSXosI/AAAAAAAAA98/ImTiwqwMBQY/s200/DSC05599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDVAbFWoI/AAAAAAAAA-E/l_bnDAYZUQA/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778919061805698" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDVAbFWoI/AAAAAAAAA-E/l_bnDAYZUQA/s200/DSC05592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDVBUhfNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/tkiAQ70bAkw/s1600-h/DSC05591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778919302724818" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDVBUhfNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/tkiAQ70bAkw/s200/DSC05591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujFtE2h9DI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ii2Wu8wyP6U/s1600-h/DSC00665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397781531590784050" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujFtE2h9DI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ii2Wu8wyP6U/s200/DSC00665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guys' day out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday's nite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of us plan to hang out at Asia Cafe dat nite... me, ucop, anna, wendy, izie, aeina, asib( aeina's better half), amm, erin, shidah, farid, and fifie were on for this one.. but sadly amm, erin, shida, farid and fifie went to Kg. Baru... for those who stayed, we had good time as well... we played foosball and pool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUK8ECuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/k5LGWWZtSyk/s1600-h/DSC05601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778904704617186" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUK8ECuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/k5LGWWZtSyk/s200/DSC05601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUQHgqRI/AAAAAAAAA90/x3-d7hGawKU/s1600-h/DSC05600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397778906094807314" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujDUQHgqRI/AAAAAAAAA90/x3-d7hGawKU/s200/DSC05600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at AC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, jied, siti n shu were trying to finish up our assignments at da faculty almost da whole day... n by night we went to McDonald sec22 n joined by farid, nana, arashy, aeina n shida... aeina n shida went home early... as others left Mcd around 7 a.m.. darn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPME5866I/AAAAAAAAA_k/_eH9GzQjGOc/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397932697274084258" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPME5866I/AAAAAAAAA_k/_eH9GzQjGOc/s200/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPLURPkHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Eelgs5x8XHQ/s1600-h/DSC05612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397932684218437746" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPLURPkHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Eelgs5x8XHQ/s200/DSC05612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPLzAMtII/AAAAAAAAA_c/hCtB-XDacZ8/s1600-h/DSC05609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397932692468446338" style="width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SulPLzAMtII/AAAAAAAAA_c/hCtB-XDacZ8/s200/DSC05609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these are da GIGIH peeps... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goin out with the guys or girls? i prefer to go out with all of them at one time... it wud be a termendous day if it can truely happen... hee :D..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "delta, sasaran berada pada pukul 12" arashy texted me this... huh?! ssah nk faham mamat ni!! muahahaha...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-2884452871981372003?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2884452871981372003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-or-guys-i-prefer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2884452871981372003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2884452871981372003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-or-guys-i-prefer.html' title='Chapter 114: GIRLS or GUYS?! i prefer...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SujG4ZI7b4I/AAAAAAAAA-8/6fLTtDahvaA/s72-c/DSC06251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1064011039977848350</id><published>2009-10-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:07:52.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 113: relatives?! motives?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... darn my cousin got married last sunday... as mentioned on my previous post.. im x dat close with my relatives... but this kind of ceremony rily makes me excited as my family will gather n im definitely gonna hv sooo much fun... but not to forget i did enjoy da karaoke session n i met my childhood crush's parents... heee :D.. but i just wanna say to NURUL NADIEAH BTE SAMSUDIN....&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 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;congratulation on ur wedding"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;here are the pictures i caught during da wedding ceremony... heee..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-uSwkfVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BVSbz3EyM0A/s1600-h/DSC05543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397773855922355538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-uSwkfVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BVSbz3EyM0A/s200/DSC05543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vMtUIOI/AAAAAAAAA80/m6yW_uP64z4/s1600-h/DSC05540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397773871477956834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vMtUIOI/AAAAAAAAA80/m6yW_uP64z4/s200/DSC05540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vh0BtDI/AAAAAAAAA88/aTTfKxeILoA/s1600-h/DSC05534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397773877143254066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vh0BtDI/AAAAAAAAA88/aTTfKxeILoA/s200/DSC05534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vxwXuMI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ufIvgNpCuTM/s1600-h/DSC05536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397773881422887106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-vxwXuMI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ufIvgNpCuTM/s200/DSC05536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_cd0yltI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9mGsZgG2su4/s1600-h/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774649166829266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_cd0yltI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9mGsZgG2su4/s200/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_cmsAmXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8l7sTf0WGQI/s1600-h/DSC05530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774651545917810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_cmsAmXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/8l7sTf0WGQI/s200/DSC05530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_c4dAL0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ohu29onECpw/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774656314814274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_c4dAL0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ohu29onECpw/s200/DSC05522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_dRwj0aI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3SA3O-0wonI/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774663107727778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui_dRwj0aI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3SA3O-0wonI/s200/DSC05520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;p/s: " Nnt ai bli betry hp bru kt u k?"... auuuwwwhhh.... SHE's sooooooo sweet.... but no thanx SYG... i can buy it myself... *wink...&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/2596927076164277249-1064011039977848350?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1064011039977848350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-113-relatives-motives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1064011039977848350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1064011039977848350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-113-relatives-motives.html' title='Chapter 113: relatives?! motives?!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sui-uSwkfVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/BVSbz3EyM0A/s72-c/DSC05543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-3925700341557394962</id><published>2009-10-23T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:24:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 112: what i have been doin..</title><content type='html'>i had deleted an entry before bcoz im trying to erase those tragedy from my memory... im such a dush bag when it comes to expressing my feeling... it does hurt da people whom i love... sorry guys... but i had asked for their forgiveness n they had forgived all of my foolness and inconsiderate behavior.. i dont want to tlak bout this more and more.. coz when i talk bout this s**t im feeling like a s**t... so again... im sooo sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. lots had been goin on since my last update.. im not on9 for almost a week.. so im kinda left behind... but here what had been goin to my life for a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with my family at my bro's crib at sepang... n we shooted da Deustch language video dat same nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCnAzY0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/-I9n9-I7f3o/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCnAzY0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/-I9n9-I7f3o/s200/DSC05366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396045772677669698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my bro's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCYI2TXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/MmF-e5bgjys/s1600-h/DSC05372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCYI2TXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/MmF-e5bgjys/s200/DSC05372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396045768684883314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the shooting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deustchkurs class as usual.. n we went to PAS n erine bought a new pair of shoes... me, amer, ucop and hafiz plan to go to Borneo but sadly it was closed n we lepak at AC n pakli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCB-t-4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/7LYrxILZnm0/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCB-t-4I/AAAAAAAAA8M/7LYrxILZnm0/s200/DSC05377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396045762736814978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at PAS while erin trying her new shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZv68hHPI/AAAAAAAAA78/sBK4bF-AvaQ/s1600-h/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZv68hHPI/AAAAAAAAA78/sBK4bF-AvaQ/s200/DSC05416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396044352099261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n amer at AC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZwBCg2dI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Ibq2iJxD-3Q/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZwBCg2dI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Ibq2iJxD-3Q/s200/DSC05413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396044353735023058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ucop n hafiz at AC too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noting happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZvuwkCII/AAAAAAAAA70/FcPL8ZPKjYw/s1600-h/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZvuwkCII/AAAAAAAAA70/FcPL8ZPKjYw/s200/DSC05440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396044348827895938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhore wanted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to UPM.. meet basit.. plan to watch a movie but we went for karaoke instead.. eipul tagged along.. when to Pavilion too.. love da jacket collections at forever21... n topman's trench coat... spent da nite at UPM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZvMy9a8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/ZxCIjt1sjKY/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZvMy9a8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/ZxCIjt1sjKY/s200/DSC05442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396044339711142850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eipul, basit n me at Pavilion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need these two items in my closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZu_a4AwI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Z5eumvZcdDI/s1600-h/DSC05443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKZu_a4AwI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Z5eumvZcdDI/s200/DSC05443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396044336120464130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooded leather jacket at forever21..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYMdbfU0I/AAAAAAAAA7c/sFNjDIcYHEo/s1600-h/DSC05445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYMdbfU0I/AAAAAAAAA7c/sFNjDIcYHEo/s200/DSC05445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042643369055042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweed blazer jacket at forever21..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basit want to refund his Beyonce concert tickets... went to Alamanda, putrajaya... played the racing game... went home... bought RM2 rice set... back to shah alam dat evening... got test but was canceled.. da lecturer forgot.. OMG!! went to ani sup at sec9 n later on study for newswriting test on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYMEqXPvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/aehPefx8cps/s1600-h/DSC05455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYMEqXPvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/aehPefx8cps/s200/DSC05455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042636720553714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as im waiting my meal to arrive at anis sup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test in da morning... slept till 6 p.m... went out on a date with HER... joined da broadcast students after their event n went lepaking at pakli... me, ucop, erin n fifie went to Uptown... slept at 4a.m..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLYdPuhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/R_yGrxqWcI4/s1600-h/DSC00656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLYdPuhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/R_yGrxqWcI4/s200/DSC00656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042624854374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, ejal n amer after their event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLpqMIVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9L7z4YaQcVw/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLpqMIVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9L7z4YaQcVw/s200/DSC05505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042629472067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amm n erin showing their dance move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLF3jjiI/AAAAAAAAA68/EEwf3_izjOg/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKYLF3jjiI/AAAAAAAAA68/EEwf3_izjOg/s200/DSC05511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396042619864452642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n erine posed in traditional costume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early.. pack my bags as my parents gonna be here.. my cousin wedding ceremony is tomorow... im staying at klang tonite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it to faith on wats gonna happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "7 minutes late" she texted me yesterday... im late to pick HER up at HER college... sori..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-3925700341557394962?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/3925700341557394962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-112-what-i-have-been-doin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3925700341557394962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3925700341557394962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-112-what-i-have-been-doin.html' title='Chapter 112: what i have been doin..'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SuKbCnAzY0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/-I9n9-I7f3o/s72-c/DSC05366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7277991267250304340</id><published>2009-10-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:06:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 111: doin a string of bad choices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. lie to myself.... check!!&lt;br /&gt;2. lie to my parents... check!!&lt;br /&gt;3. hurt HER feeling... check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. hurt my frens feeling... check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. commit infidelity... check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are among the bad choices that i think are da heaviest wrongdoings dat i ever done.. well this is not da 1st time i had done it... done coulples before this but i didnt noticd coz no one had told me... sooo... with soooo much regrets i just wanna say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"FORGIVE ME..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: got noting to say more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7277991267250304340?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7277991267250304340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-111-doin-string-of-bad-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7277991267250304340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7277991267250304340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-111-doin-string-of-bad-choices.html' title='Chapter 111: doin a string of bad choices...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8883025091207310619</id><published>2009-10-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:18:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 110: im easily aroused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Stcf9nuQ0CI/AAAAAAAAA60/bVg9_EH6dL4/s200/DSC05347.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392814222294962210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im a cyclop... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;erm yeah probably im da most easily person can get excited especially when a certain occasion involved my frens and family... i love social event.. its da time dat i can get closed with my frens... heee... so whenever my frens asked to lepak together its is hard for me to say no to them... coz i love them... same goes with my family...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm... anyway im wearing the tee dat SHE gave me on my BDAY last tuesday... i missed HER a lots lately since we didnt went out on  a date like forever... so SHE asked me out for ice cream.. n i immediately agreed... we went to Mcdonald n bought 2 strawberry sundaes... n later on had dinner at ani sup restoren... heee.. nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Stcf8S3nPHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sPRk3zQ1oUc/s200/DSC05314.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392814199517166706" /&gt; dats not HER...      &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Stcf85KAPNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/pUOMzlu_tDM/s200/DSC05311.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392814209794850002" /&gt;  HER tee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday da semester 3 broadcast student had diz animation event held at our lecture hall... im soooo excited to help my frens' booth as they chose mamak as their theme.. aaauwww... why cant da journalism sequence has any event? i wonder.. anyway i m excited for them eventhough im not part of it... huuu.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StceC6mDpZI/AAAAAAAAA58/Cv0XbRYW_34/s200/DSC05346.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812114236908946" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StceDtKwTgI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dwkqDHWFYts/s200/DSC05343.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812127812603394" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StceEK3GPVI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7NBW9GTTlE8/s200/DSC05336.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812135783218514" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StceEodxf_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/yTbG8d2Cc0M/s200/DSC05334.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812143730065394" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StceFPlW34I/AAAAAAAAA6c/IuPPWx2FDuE/s200/DSC05332.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392812154230857602" /&gt;  during da animation event...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: my car is having a fever... so does HER laptop... huuu... we both cant use our favourite items.. DARN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8883025091207310619?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8883025091207310619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-110-im-easily-aroused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8883025091207310619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8883025091207310619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-110-im-easily-aroused.html' title='Chapter 110: im easily aroused...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Stcf9nuQ0CI/AAAAAAAAA60/bVg9_EH6dL4/s72-c/DSC05347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-3203389702883143934</id><published>2009-10-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:28:41.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 109: chains of serial belly bloater...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNWccnmukI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ylZ4K3PJm4k/s1600-h/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNWccnmukI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ylZ4K3PJm4k/s200/DSC05246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748225611250242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cant see my tummy.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belly.. tummy... stomach.. peyot... anyting u called it still it refer to asame frickin thing.. PERUT @ stomach... huh.. honestly im not a skinny guy.. im kinda big coz i got enormous bone structure... guess im not a guy dat da girls wud drools their saliva over.. im just a plain malay guy with kinda round belly hahha.. used to be skinny before i my TETT got cut.. or malay said it sunat or jawi... i will later post my childhood pic as u can see im a skinny kid with big ears n teeth.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... last couples of days i had been invited to several open houses n a wedding ceremony... n it were held all over Selangor.. darn... thank god i got cars.. so it easier for me to move around.. haha... ermm ok let da pic do da talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been invited my amin to his open house.. located at block 18 across my house.. haha.. n SHE texted me n said dat SHE was also invited.. so i picked HER n faten at da kolej n we went to amin's.. da fuds were GREAT,, they served satay, nasi beriyani, spageti, nasi himpit n others dats rily drools all of us.. hee... anyway basit came to my house dat nite.. we spent da nite wandering roun as we havent met like a week.. haha... anyway it was a gud day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVU4e71II/AAAAAAAAA5M/wy7ykFEdCSM/s1600-h/DSC05255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVU4e71II/AAAAAAAAA5M/wy7ykFEdCSM/s200/DSC05255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391746996140496002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVVY5V6fI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JmSL7PYUNV0/s1600-h/DSC05254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVVY5V6fI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JmSL7PYUNV0/s200/DSC05254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747004841191922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVWIxERoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/nGm2u6PVFQw/s1600-h/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVWIxERoI/AAAAAAAAA5k/nGm2u6PVFQw/s200/DSC05249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747017691383426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVVjJ1HpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lD2PCximcHo/s1600-h/DSC05253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVVjJ1HpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lD2PCximcHo/s200/DSC05253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747007594700434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  at amin's open houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVUXrYL2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/vlIzkz-cvWM/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNVUXrYL2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/vlIzkz-cvWM/s200/DSC05257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391746987334315874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  guys nite out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed da kolokium.. darn i woke up late.. round 8.20a.m n da kolokium started at 8.30.. hmm... so i passed.. but da plan to go to paan's uncle open house n nad's sis wedding at putrajaya stil on.. haha.. we off to paan's uncles's crib like round 1 over.. then we went to putrajaya.. kinda late.. huhuh.. owh forgot to mention BASIT came along.. hee.. dat evening i sent him back to upm n me, aeina, farid n paan we to karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwyvDvrI/AAAAAAAAA48/aeqBwYw1iOk/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwyvDvrI/AAAAAAAAA48/aeqBwYw1iOk/s200/DSC05259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391745276610592434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwHXMimI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gEq_lgqElcw/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwHXMimI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gEq_lgqElcw/s200/DSC05266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391745264967780962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwcKrVLI/AAAAAAAAA40/xqE2XLXA7yc/s1600-h/DSC05262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTwcKrVLI/AAAAAAAAA40/xqE2XLXA7yc/s200/DSC05262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391745270552417458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  at paan's uncles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got another 2 open houses invitation.. nana's and ina's.. hee... diz time azlee n anna tag along.. first we went to nana's crib at sg buloh.. lots of gud fuds.. then off to rawang for ina's open house.. dat nite after i sent aeina home, i lepak with ucop n raifa and da gang... we then went to downtown Cheras and back home round 3.30.. hah.. nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNROIR-x2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Eb68VDUKmmQ/s1600-h/DSC05298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNROIR-x2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Eb68VDUKmmQ/s200/DSC05298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742482075535202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNROoQZXlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U17Tdudw-P8/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNROoQZXlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U17Tdudw-P8/s200/DSC05296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742490658823762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRPBtpcaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/iEsRx8F3LYM/s1600-h/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRPBtpcaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/iEsRx8F3LYM/s200/DSC05295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742497492398498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTvp9ysxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-Rl6K1mJ38w/s1600-h/DSC05294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTvp9ysxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-Rl6K1mJ38w/s200/DSC05294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391745257076601618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nana's crib..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRNRl-GcI/AAAAAAAAA30/YUJcew5bNZU/s1600-h/DSC05303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRNRl-GcI/AAAAAAAAA30/YUJcew5bNZU/s200/DSC05303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742467395426754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRNyrppSI/AAAAAAAAA38/A77my4lJayA/s1600-h/DSC05304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNRNyrppSI/AAAAAAAAA38/A77my4lJayA/s200/DSC05304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742476277622050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTvIJ4qjI/AAAAAAAAA4c/374PWeR8FHk/s1600-h/DSC01665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNTvIJ4qjI/AAAAAAAAA4c/374PWeR8FHk/s200/DSC01665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391745248000518706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with raifa n da gangs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Suap pe ni?ai nk mkn nasi la.haha" she texted me diz afternoon.. i cooked myself spageti for lunch... darn wish my mum can cook for me.. it wud taste better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-3203389702883143934?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/3203389702883143934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-109-chains-of-serial-belly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3203389702883143934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3203389702883143934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-109-chains-of-serial-belly.html' title='Chapter 109: chains of serial belly bloater...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StNWccnmukI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ylZ4K3PJm4k/s72-c/DSC05246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-52364561593548982</id><published>2009-10-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:58:23.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 108: of BLACK and BROWN headed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;diz week had been pretty bad week for my money but not to my enjoyment... been out to several places n it cost me lots of money... urgh.. im officially broke... didnt shop for 3 weeks.. owh  man.. NVM hopefully it will change soon... as my hair change.. huuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'd colored my hair back... guess im bored with black.. i want sum spice in life as i was black-headed for almost 3 months... damn... i had been waited for my short hair to grow back to my messy hair... ucop had helped me lots.. THANX ucop!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StCtcnZeTdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_BSUYoZ44lA/s200/DSC05180.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999461086252498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StCtdEgugFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/buktycOM_sg/s200/DSC05290.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999468901302354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, ucop, erin, fifie and shida went to One Utama last thursday... da plan was to buy a fan.. its ucop plan to buy a fan n i came up with da place... haha... GIGIH!! ucop bought a polo tee at PULL and BEAR.. n almost bought a tee as well thre.. but i managed not to buy it at last... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after wandering around at OU, we went to subang to hv dinner at 1 of da mamak thre.. but we were at the wrong time as the road was filled with unmoving cars... so we decided to go to Sunway Pyramid.. haha.. we ended up eating at Old Town... day well spent... heee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StCtdtfjnII/AAAAAAAAA3k/VKosjaxuNhY/s200/DSC05233.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999479902248066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camwhoring as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StCtd3WSp6I/AAAAAAAAA3s/xs9C8Z65IGY/s200/DSC05232.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999482547742626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put ur hands up.. wooo ooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "It would be great, if u here wif me.." SHE texted me dat.. SHEs at kuantan.. got family day thre.. wish i cud come.. but cant.. muax to HER...&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/2596927076164277249-52364561593548982?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/52364561593548982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-108-of-black-and-brown-headed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/52364561593548982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/52364561593548982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-108-of-black-and-brown-headed.html' title='Chapter 108: of BLACK and BROWN headed...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/StCtcnZeTdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_BSUYoZ44lA/s72-c/DSC05180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2026264522115219352</id><published>2009-10-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:22:39.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 107: "if i told u this, i'll be in da orange jumpsuit"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;"im kinda person who are very afraid dat im might be da person who is "syok sendiri"... im afraid dat wat im expecting from anyting didnt happen the way i want it to be... even when im watching a drama on TV and knw wats gonna happen next and its not gud then i will change da channel str8 away... i x make da first move... bcoz i had bad experience of making da first move... im shy not snubby... im a happy go lucky not meany... im a kampung boy from outer town... thre r lots of things dat i wanna explore.. im curious.. i try everyting dat i can possibly can... but i know my boundaries..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nita invited me to her open house at klang... me, ucop, nora, beb, amy, anna, aida johnston n izie went to her house... it was great!!! n later on SHE folowed us to sunway!!! huuu... wat a day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1nm04b03I/AAAAAAAAA3E/WcQI2ASihh0/s200/DSC05194.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390078245760390002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, anna and ucop at sunway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classes as usual.. azlee ajk lunch at sec 10...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1meF2hYkI/AAAAAAAAA28/IGU7W8n9rTo/s200/DSC05204.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076996185317954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wearing wendy's shades at sec 10.. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 classes cnceled.. got management clas at 10a.m... me, jied, nana, siti, and shu went lunch at amin thai at sec 7... dat evening got da last clas for lawn bowl... yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1mdojG5MI/AAAAAAAAA20/pqeJ1YVcsHM/s200/DSC00084.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076988319261890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shu, me, jied n siti... anna took da pic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classes as usual.. DRAMA had occured during one of da classes.. hheee :D... later dat nite, i sent ucop to his dinner party at kelab shah alam n me, erin, fifie n aeina went to mid valley... bought marshmallow n watched a horror chick flick called Sorority Row.. HORROR i tell u.. i hate human torture movie... ghost movie is cool with... heee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1mdJ1U0TI/AAAAAAAAA2s/HtUE7KLNtjo/s200/DSC05219.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076980074172722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aeina, fifie, erin n me at McD mid valley...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1mcgzESJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Rot_0HFgE5c/s200/DSC05220.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076969058846866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;show me your teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1mcekf5UI/AAAAAAAAA2c/SletskrOD-I/s200/DSC05222.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076968460870978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing forever21's bikers jacket, esprit tee(SHE gave me), unbranded skinny jeans and Armani Exchange's white high quilted top sneakers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it raining diz morning... still i woke up n get redi to go to da clas but class was cancelled after 30 minutes i arrived at da faculty DAMN!!! got mock meeting test for BEL subject at 2p.m... wish me luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Ish u ni.garangla skit.." SHE asked me to marah HER of not studying and stay up till late... SYG how can i marah u when i picture ur face in my mind... heee :D... muax..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-2026264522115219352?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2026264522115219352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-107-if-i-told-u-this-ill-be-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2026264522115219352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2026264522115219352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-107-if-i-told-u-this-ill-be-in.html' title='Chapter 107: &quot;if i told u this, i&apos;ll be in da orange jumpsuit&quot;'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ss1nm04b03I/AAAAAAAAA3E/WcQI2ASihh0/s72-c/DSC05194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6879177193993085894</id><published>2009-10-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:33:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 106: hard to be a "POLYMER"!</title><content type='html'>for some to pretend is sumting which is normal... sumtimes we pretend so we didnt hurt other's feeling... sumtimes we pretend so we didnt luk bad to others... sumtimes we pretend so dat our secret will hopefully never been leaked.. but dats all depends on how well u can act or play the character dat u urself had created.. sumting or sumone u pretend to be might be perfect... but dats not u.. we r just normal people.. we r not GOD.. not even close.. we were created to be less than perfect.. n dat imperfectness needed others to make it complete... im x gud in hurting others feeling... guess i cnt afford to see those whom i love hurt... i x care if im hurt as long they r happy... so i will try to make others happy eventho deep inside my heart only me n god only knew... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. diz week is a pretty ruff week.. i got back to shah alam sunday's morning... injured my arms during games... n Ucop's dad had returned to the Mightiest Allah s.w.t last tuesday... so many tings happen in just one week n seems like it had took a toll on me.. luckily thre is sumone dat had been thre almost all da time to comfort me... by hearing da voice.. im alright then... been missing dat person since dat person is busy and not able to contact me lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i been homed almost da whole day... i did da laundry.. n we went out to damansara dat nite... went to Badger again.. n i snagged a tshirt thre... n later we went to murni ss2... we consist of me, erin, shida, fifie n aeina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_eiMvQUI/AAAAAAAAA18/AdlkLwgLwPQ/s1600-h/DSC05159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_eiMvQUI/AAAAAAAAA18/AdlkLwgLwPQ/s200/DSC05159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415641725124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erin n me at murni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_e7M2pOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4MekQcB6Irg/s1600-h/DSC05157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_e7M2pOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4MekQcB6Irg/s200/DSC05157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415648436495586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aeina, fifie and shida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_eLqEzpI/AAAAAAAAA10/uqOj7EEUs6A/s1600-h/DSC05168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_eLqEzpI/AAAAAAAAA10/uqOj7EEUs6A/s200/DSC05168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415635674156690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a BADGER's tee dat i bought dat nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me n HER had planned to have a lunch date... but plan cancel since SHE got things to do.. i understand n moved our plan to go out tomorow... anyway.. i went to UPM last nite to meet basit.. my BFF, ucop wasnt at home so im pretty bored bcoz i lost my activity partner... so we went out lepaking around town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_dkZNXFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/VGh6waYjkEY/s1600-h/DSC05186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_dkZNXFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/VGh6waYjkEY/s200/DSC05186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415625134431314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n basit... love da guys nite out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;woke up late.. spent da nite at UPM.. at first i wanna go home early but as plan to go out with HER yet cancelled again so i decided to join basit n his rumate, eipul for karaoke at Jusco cheras selatan... da day well spent.. back to UPM... me, Basit n eipul cooked dinner.. dinner consist of rice, kangkung goreng belacan, scramble eggs n fried potaoes... n later on.. i drove back home to shah alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_dBLt6WI/AAAAAAAAA1k/UgaL0j6SQyE/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_dBLt6WI/AAAAAAAAA1k/UgaL0j6SQyE/s200/DSC05190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415615682603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, basit n eipul done sharpening our vocals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Ok" thats wat she texted me... witout 2 dots at the end of da words... i guess she mad at me... hmmm... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SseAyBa65UI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Qh986VSTaeA/s1600-h/Tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-6879177193993085894?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6879177193993085894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-106-hard-to-be-polymer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6879177193993085894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6879177193993085894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-106-hard-to-be-polymer.html' title='Chapter 106: hard to be a &quot;POLYMER&quot;!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Ssd_eiMvQUI/AAAAAAAAA18/AdlkLwgLwPQ/s72-c/DSC05159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6561968832683702505</id><published>2009-09-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:15:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 105: waiting curiosly n impatiently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"boredom is something easily achieved by me especially when waiting for sumting or sumone... WAIT... what does it means? hold it? pause? stop for a moment? whatever it means i just hate those who invent WAIT... the reason i hate to wait is bcoz what im waiting for never come.. if i waited tooo long i might get bored... x make me wait tooooo long... coz might not have da chance of getting to knw me better.... sumone mybe lucky if im still interested in getting to knw ithers coz it happen very seldomly... rare... bizarre..."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: when one thing started to crack im lucky dat other started to ensemble... SYG... miss U damn much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-6561968832683702505?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6561968832683702505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-105-waiting-curiosly-n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6561968832683702505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6561968832683702505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-105-waiting-curiosly-n.html' title='Chapter 105: waiting curiosly n impatiently...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5070833749141055448</id><published>2009-09-25T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:53:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 104: wat a "PINK" raya diz year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SryEzwkisXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/tMsQQOxbO6c/s1600-h/DSC05038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SryEzwkisXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/tMsQQOxbO6c/s200/DSC05038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385325279174635890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cant live without my shades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to start things off... i wud like to ask for forgiveness to everyone who had felt offensed by what i had done during my lifetime... it might been da 6th day of raya but forgiveness is sumting dat we can always seek for no matter wat time or day it wud be... i had been da sickest n most hard headed person dat everyone had ever known... i think so... heee... anyway... here wats been happening before n during this year of shawwal... enjoy da pic peep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our version of balik kampung...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we've been planing to balik kampung together for quite sumtime... b4 heading home to melaka we buka puasa at KLCC as we shop for raya a bit.. heee.... i had da chance to grab a electric blue shirt at ZARA.. huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9v6ztUqI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ket0gk55AAw/s1600-h/DSC05000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9v6ztUqI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ket0gk55AAw/s200/DSC05000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385317516621730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;naz, izat, basit n me at forever 21...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9wLnMJyI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YTrTLg69bSU/s1600-h/DSC05003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9wLnMJyI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YTrTLg69bSU/s200/DSC05003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385317521132627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as we waited for rain to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ST RAYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual raya started at home... we went to pray at surau near our house... visit my grandma's n grandpa's cemetry... then started to beraya at my relatives houses... anyway this raya my mission is to find da greatest KUAH KACANG... n found it at one of the house dat we went to... huuu... mission accomplished.. anyway... raya is like always... bored... but im happy dat my fam is around... coz im x dat closed with my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9wjlNG1I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gdjxAiF5nvs/s1600-h/DSC05024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9wjlNG1I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gdjxAiF5nvs/s200/DSC05024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385317527566752594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this wat i mean by pink raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9xJiorGI/AAAAAAAAA0g/n9jJV5NUyJA/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9xJiorGI/AAAAAAAAA0g/n9jJV5NUyJA/s200/DSC05032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385317537756523618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mum n me... kitaorg sedondon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9xjxF8oI/AAAAAAAAA0o/84QFP0KZLmI/s1600-h/DSC05044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx9xjxF8oI/AAAAAAAAA0o/84QFP0KZLmI/s200/DSC05044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385317544796484226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so did my sis... we wore pink dat day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3RD RAYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my dad side of relatives are helding a kenduri for those who had deceased... da fud was amazing!! nasi beriani... n da ayam masak merah was my favourite... huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-a0CncEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hR8QryPiA7Q/s1600-h/DSC05058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-a0CncEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/hR8QryPiA7Q/s200/DSC05058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385318253539586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im wearing ZARA's navy blue shirt, padini's white pants, n ZARA's red checkered sneakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4RD RAYA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;da first plan was to beraya at my frens ouz.. but im tooo lazy to do dat... n plus izat might not hv da chance to join us coz his dad is on leave... huuu... so i decided to go out n watched sum movies with basit... n dat juz wat we did... n not to mentioned i grab a cardigan at padini... huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-cREI0OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9kIC72f9UjQ/s1600-h/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-cREI0OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9kIC72f9UjQ/s200/DSC05069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385318278510465250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n basit at esprit... huu... camwhoring baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-bWDih5I/AAAAAAAAA04/m_FLgfX29L8/s1600-h/DSC05073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-bWDih5I/AAAAAAAAA04/m_FLgfX29L8/s200/DSC05073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385318262670264210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im wearing TOPMAN's shades, ZARA's electric blue shirt, padini's short n ARMANI EXCHANGE's high quilted top sneakers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-b1bEiuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vI7gmyOZZsQ/s1600-h/DSC05077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Srx-b1bEiuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vI7gmyOZZsQ/s200/DSC05077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385318271090461410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im lepaking at padang pahlawan.. huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im all burned out... got gas prob lately... my stomach is on a riot... huuu.. thanx to those nasi impit n cookies dat i had choked myself with huu.. not to forget those cold drinks... its soooo infectuous... huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she been ignoring me for almost 2 days.... n it drive me MAD!!! luckily she was fine... i had da chance to call HER yesterday... huuuu... wat a relieve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5070833749141055448?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5070833749141055448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-104-wat-pink-raya-diz-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5070833749141055448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5070833749141055448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-104-wat-pink-raya-diz-year.html' title='Chapter 104: wat a &quot;PINK&quot; raya diz year...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SryEzwkisXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/tMsQQOxbO6c/s72-c/DSC05038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-3509801262123474807</id><published>2009-09-16T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:45:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 103: HAPPY EID MUBARAK!!!</title><content type='html'>ermmm... ignored wat i had posted early on.. guess sum people are bit carried away by their feeling sumtime... even i experienced dat... i guess everyone had da same experience... heee... *wink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night i went out with my bro n sis in law... we went to pizza hut at sunway pyramid n head on to danau kota's uptown bazaar... n i was driving my bro brand new car... bit awkward coz i didnt get da chance to get used to drive it... anyhow da bazaar  wasnt dat interesting... mybe not my favourite place for sight seeing or shoping.. its not like im being demanding or anyting.. it jus thre were toooo many people last nite... n i can definitely felt da tense till it hurt my brain so much.. heee... plus when tooo many people in 1 place da tendency for a person or more to sweat is very high!! aand from dat sweating n stuff it will create an intensive body odour dat will harm others nostril to stay on breathing... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we left about 1 a.m n my bro sent me to my rent house... but im not climbing stairs to my house and had a date with my pillows n mattress... instead i went to McD sec3 to meet HER... since im leaving today... i thot i wud great to meet HER for da last time b4 i head home... heee... erm BTW faten was thre to... auuuuwwwwhhhhh... MISS HER DAMN MUCH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway just wanna wish all of u guys a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;TREMANDOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"HAPPY EID MUBARAK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: miss HER... love HER... syg HER... wat can i say more? im soooo in love with HER....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-3509801262123474807?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/3509801262123474807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-103-happy-eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3509801262123474807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/3509801262123474807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-103-happy-eid-mubarak.html' title='Chapter 103: HAPPY EID MUBARAK!!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-341749966555478974</id><published>2009-09-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:33:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 102: DRAMA is ON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6dg-SNuaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/U57nKWGyxso/s1600-h/DSC04956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411794555091362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6dg-SNuaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/U57nKWGyxso/s200/DSC04956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while waiting for others to arrive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE my frens!! dats da fact dat i wudnt lie... seriusly... im gonna be thre for all my frens if i can... to me they r precious treasure dat i adored and gonna posessed till da day i die... not gonna lose them for a simple mistakes dat i didnt know da source of da problem itself.. i felt sorry for those who willing to sacrifice their friendship over sumting dat is trivial... it jus x mke any sense... hmmm... but i jus wanna say dat to all my frens... which in diz case my TRUELY frens... u got my support all the way thru... no worries.. u can definitely share ur prob with me... enuf of dat... lets move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was AMEER n BEB's besday... nice... i did wish them both... even sang da happy besday's song to beb.. heee... anyway i had been invited to ameer's bday party by maisarah(ameer's GF)... details below..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;event :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AMEER'S 22ND BDAY PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;date:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;13TH SEPTEMBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DUSK(breaking fast time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;venue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KEDAI KOPI 2, SHAH ALAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;theme:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; white&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pix gallore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411146454515762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6c7P6_wDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ThlvhssEMek/s200/DSC04949.JPG" border="0" /&gt; da BDAY cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409952792922514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6b1xL5SZI/AAAAAAAAAzo/V5c0OapIM3I/s200/DSC04954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; da venue... nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409947422215154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6b1dLay_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/b-_QHx59znE/s200/DSC04959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; anna, erin n shida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409928269700210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6b0V1GnHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/IeUs61hNLL8/s200/DSC04964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maisarah n ameer during cake cutting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409938930502386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6b09i1ivI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ADJT2e48XfQ/s200/DSC04961.JPG" border="0" /&gt; they r shweet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to karaoke after da event... heee.... yesterday is soooo damn fun... not to everyone i gues... at least gor us... heee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: pic below is for HER..... MUAX SYG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409918576333458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6bzxuBkpI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Tgjs6ZSW4Nc/s200/DSC04967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-341749966555478974?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/341749966555478974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-102-drama-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/341749966555478974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/341749966555478974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-102-drama-is-on.html' title='Chapter 102: DRAMA is ON!!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq6dg-SNuaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/U57nKWGyxso/s72-c/DSC04956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-718354999822795462</id><published>2009-09-13T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:01:27.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 101: ME, HER n others...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq07bzIzsGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aN7Q8lkjLEI/s1600-h/topman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq07bzIzsGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aN7Q8lkjLEI/s200/topman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381022478547267682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HER, izie, me n anna at topman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my hands are getting dry due to constant wash with soap.. im getting used to wash my hands after driving or when i had a contact with things at public places... SHE told me that their getting drier n im too lazy to apply lotion to both of it.. enuf of dat matter.. lets move on to wat i had done yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE asked me to take HER out for berbuka.. coz its been awhile dat we went out to hang out... at first she wanna bring along faten but sadly faten got plan with her cousin so she cudnt join so as ucop... but dats ok coz we did plan to go out with anna orton's n da gangs... huuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq08-G6b7jI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3UinrhX9Mok/s200/DSC04944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381024167482879538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;panda was full with crazee gals.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq08VgKgz3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/VBEoPKaI1Rs/s200/DSC04948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381023469886558066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me n my kazen, MEL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;soon as i arrived at bukit bintang area, i can see that this place were surrounded by hundreds of people.. its like ants conquering a drop of honey.. so many people.. i cant stand dat... from Sg wang plaza we off to Pavilion in hoping dat less peeps will be thre but we were wrong.. hmm... thre goes my mood to shop.. i cant stand too many people swirling around in a shop.. coz it will rily limiting ur space n u have to berebut with others.. owh... hate it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq07bnHGabI/AAAAAAAAAyY/meD4Z9IrapI/s200/me+n+her.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381022475318880690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing ZARA's navy shirt, Padini's white short, n ZARA's sneakers... (my greatest accessories was HER -next to me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq07bLwfTUI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eE5JNRk0-4Y/s200/anna.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381022467976285506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anna, me, mel n HER at forever 21...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buka puasa was no different... we had to book place at the food republic an hour plus b4 berbuka.. huu... after dat soping mission is continued... anna n da gangs shops while me n HER juz gave out our opinions on things they wanna buy.. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq08UrterCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/icQBBV0J77c/s200/DSC04946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381023455806139426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, HER, anna, amy, beb during buka puasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq08VAlfzlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vcwpkX0OcqE/s200/DSC04947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381023461409803858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shrimp which she peeled for me.. auwww... shweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got stuck at the parking lot for 1 hour exactly... owh... but its all worth since i can spend more time alone with HER... heee... then i sent HER to shida's ouz for a night stay... hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Thanx ye.. syaer." SHE thanked me after a day out with me n anna n da gangs.. heee... u're welcome SYG... anyting for u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-718354999822795462?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/718354999822795462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-101-me-her-n-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/718354999822795462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/718354999822795462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-101-me-her-n-others.html' title='Chapter 101: ME, HER n others...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sq07bzIzsGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aN7Q8lkjLEI/s72-c/topman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4012030023260433006</id><published>2009-09-12T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:01:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 100: da one and only AYAM MASAK KICAPPER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwndXyAHQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GbH3yxAaoto/s1600-h/DSC04932.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i cant believe dat diz is my 100th entry... its been awhile since i started to blog early this year... yeah.. particularly this blog had become the medium of me expressing my feeling... yeah... digital diary sum shud say... anyway... RAYA is very much round da corner... even i can see the corner itself... haha... so raya mood havent come yet... stil didnt felt anyting.. unless i heard several raya saongs dats rily touched my heart... dendang perantau rily struck me... since i lived faraway from my family... but its cool to hv da chance to BALIK KAMPUNG... havent feel it for quite sumtime since my kampung is in melaka as well.... heee... enuf of the raya crap... lets move on.... &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway on wednesday, my classmates had planned to berbuka puasa bersama.. all together.. all of us... its very cool to actually gathered all of our classmates to sit, talk, laugh n eat at da same time... all of those activities is majorly loved by me... so hre are the pics dat i caught using my camera phone... this event held at dataran shah alam... tooo bad timmy cant join... she didnt got da chance to taste my ultimate ayam masak kicap!! truly authentic!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmWi9EZ6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/QT6Fp_dR2A4/s200/DSC04925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717823582824354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us while waiting 4 others to arrive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmXg-lBaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/19qXslXMUDw/s200/DSC04928.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717840232154530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foods were served but cant eat them yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmXMJs2KI/AAAAAAAAAxo/FEWTX3sPm84/s200/DSC04927.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717834641660066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone was very excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmYIBo9NI/AAAAAAAAAx4/K0Kq2d5-v5o/s200/DSC04930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717850713978066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitie, shu, anna orton n me, syaer dean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmYrXbKoI/AAAAAAAAAyA/PpINnyjUiao/s200/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717860200589954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to arthur!! ooooppsss selamat ari raya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwndXyAHQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GbH3yxAaoto/s200/DSC04932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380719040354327810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us da guys... da minority but domaining.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diz week is very relaxing week.. no deadline need to be ran to... no assignmnt hard enuf to do... so laid back week for me so far.. haha... me likey!! not goin back to melaka for da 1st time during ramadan.. *wink!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Nk bls budi u nnt k.." SHE is polite enuf to pay back wat deed dat i just did to HER... i fetched n sent SHE n friends to their buka puasa event... auuuwww L.O.V.E HER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4012030023260433006?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4012030023260433006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-100-da-one-and-only-ayam-masak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4012030023260433006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4012030023260433006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-100-da-one-and-only-ayam-masak.html' title='Chapter 100: da one and only AYAM MASAK KICAPPER!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqwmWi9EZ6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/QT6Fp_dR2A4/s72-c/DSC04925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5492233455709690345</id><published>2009-09-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:52:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 99: WHO's WHO...</title><content type='html'>im thinking to have another blog.. a blog dat im gonna express my feeling towrds my biggest interest at da moment which is fashion... im thinking of posting what im wearing on dat particular day... everyday... but its stil under consideration... do u guys want me to hv another blog? hmm.. let time tells us dat.. anyway this entry is gonna show u what i wore diz 2 days.. hee.. berangan jd fashionista jap... huu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;military inspired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sqfog_ftofI/AAAAAAAAAww/M8wcpDytxDs/s1600-h/DSC04907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sqfog_ftofI/AAAAAAAAAww/M8wcpDytxDs/s320/DSC04907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523933415252466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im wearing Esprit tee (inside), Forever 21's trench jacket, Padini's khakis pant, my dad's vintage Timberland high cut boot n Zara's messenger bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqfogQWvGgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/LZqH0FG5TUw/s1600-h/DSC04906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqfogQWvGgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/LZqH0FG5TUw/s320/DSC04906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523920761133570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy merdeka.. hahha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIMPLE is da word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqfohUmwUTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iGiOrMhwxsc/s1600-h/DSC04920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqfohUmwUTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/iGiOrMhwxsc/s320/DSC04920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523939081933106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wearing Topman's wrap curl shades, Quiksilver tee, Levi's jeans, Crocs off road n Energie's messenger bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: text from her : "Sdp ke syg? Tringin nye nk mkn nsi puteh n aym msk kicap".. i cooked for my fellow classmates diz evening... AYAM MSK KICAP is my expertise.. heee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5492233455709690345?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5492233455709690345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-99-whos-who.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5492233455709690345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5492233455709690345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-99-whos-who.html' title='Chapter 99: WHO&apos;s WHO...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sqfog_ftofI/AAAAAAAAAww/M8wcpDytxDs/s72-c/DSC04907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5368701493213896611</id><published>2009-09-09T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:30:27.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 98: channeling spirit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflCTRSL2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/73Am_MZZqLE/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflCTRSL2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/73Am_MZZqLE/s200/DSC04905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520107612614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;angkt bju ujan da trun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. lots to talk on since i havent update my blog for quite sumtime... mlas is da keyword... anyway again let da pic tell u wat had been ocurred to my life for da past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflCm7gmDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TiOM-kPe-F4/s1600-h/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflCm7gmDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TiOM-kPe-F4/s200/DSC04875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520112889993266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n mr. ferral nic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from Shah alam i went to UPM to fetched basit... then we planned to go to PAVI... since basit wanna grab a shades dat we saw the other day... but da roads leading us thre was closed without us knowing why.. so next stop is MID VALLEY.. so many peeps but no sale in sight!! hate it.. anyway im not gona shop at da 1st place.. but dat intention was soon forgotten as i bought myself a pair of TOPMAN's wrap curl shades n retro fit brief.. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBR4DgOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AZIw6k79M24/s1600-h/DSC04894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBR4DgOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AZIw6k79M24/s200/DSC04894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520090058490082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my TOPMAN's wrap curl shades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dat evening, me n basit went to melaka.. i dropped him off at his house n went to Hotel Seri Malaysia for buka puasa as my family was thre waiting for me.. after dat we went to klebang.. home for cheap raya's clothes n such... got myself a pink baju raya.. as pink is da theme for my fam dis year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBy-4qPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oPl8tQmS3GU/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBy-4qPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oPl8tQmS3GU/s200/DSC04879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520098945509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;table reserved under my dad's name.. wrong spell (muhiddin)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBGy06vI/AAAAAAAAAwA/S4L5kdHUUeo/s1600-h/DSC04887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflBGy06vI/AAAAAAAAAwA/S4L5kdHUUeo/s200/DSC04887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520087083772658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dearest bju melayu for diz raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;is a lazy day for me... i woke up n slept numerous time till i was really sober about 6 P.M.. haha... noting much happen.. juz we went to terawih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday..&lt;br /&gt;its a work day for da citizens of Melaka n so im alone at home... my dad asked me to send my CLK to car wash n later on i fetched my sis from school.. me n my sis went to bazar n met my parents thre.. at 1st my fren also wanna meet me up thre.. but he left early... n i went home dat nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this time her text goes sumting like this... "Syg,ai mintak maaf sgt2.." hee... actually my mum had cooked me n HER buah melaka since SHE loves it soo much... but dat nite SHEs not feeling very well n unable to get da buah melaka from me.. it ok dear.. no need to wory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5368701493213896611?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5368701493213896611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-98-channeling-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5368701493213896611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5368701493213896611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-98-channeling-spirit.html' title='Chapter 98: channeling spirit...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqflCTRSL2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/73Am_MZZqLE/s72-c/DSC04905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-7212931778886227429</id><published>2009-09-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:26:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 97: shield forfeiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSLWifoAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/dslRp313VnA/s1600-h/DSC04831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSLWifoAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/dslRp313VnA/s200/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740153783558146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after BEL class... camwhoring as always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my shield of shopping avoidance had been forfeited.. haha.. i called it a victory at least for me... haha.. gosh.. lately my life had been ruined due to obsessive amounts of assignments.. n i dont have da chance of indulging ownself with items dat i loved most.. SHOPPING!! haha.. but what can i do? i'm not a millionaire.. need a peep dat can support me with my habit.. huuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i went to UPM on thursday.. i called basit a day before after a terible presentation.. lega ckit.. anyway he asked me to break fast together da next day.. i agreed rite away since i have class only till 12 noon on thursday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSJ8DKt7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/RFMvNq4EPTo/s200/DSC04856.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740129492973490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me n basit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing AX orange v-neck tee, padini's short n ZARA's checkered sneakers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to fetched basit at 3.. n when i arrived to UPM, he was still sleeping n i end up slept 4 almost 1/2 hour!! n we're late for sight seeing at bukit bintang.. went to PAVILION n KLCC.. n manage to avoid myself from shop eventhou zara was very seductive!! so did topman.. thres 1 of da bag was crazily beau!! it was orange leather bag.. sadly the price was bit higher than wat i can afford rite now...  huu.. 1st intention to break fast at Manhattan's fish market.. but we didnt found 1.. so, ended up ate ate da fud court.. but it was nice.. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSKqwXofI/AAAAAAAAAvw/IoTeQuvAFzY/s200/DSC04852.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740142030594546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basit with drink dat i bought him.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSKUfOhnI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WYKzK1qbUbg/s200/DSC04854.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740136053114482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us eating nasi aym instead of seafud platter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anam texted me.. he asked for keys.. n brought it with me.. OMG!! pity him.. he got to wait for me to enter our room.. SORI ANAM!! after went home for awhile... me n basit went back to UPM.. i did my asignment n slept aftr dat.. but basit still awake n cooked me, himself n his roomate.. nice... i appreciate it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSJU2rZMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EbXnmcy0c3c/s200/DSC04857.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740118971606210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sahur dat day... credit to basit for da cooking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was late for class.. i woke up at 8.15a.m n had to drive for nearly 50KM to UiTM for newswriting n reporting... huuu.. n later dat mornig.. got a terible news.. german clas was postponed to night.. argh.. thre goes my plan to go home yesterday.. duh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im heading home today.. but gotta stop at PAVI.. basit wanna get himself a pair of JASPAL's shades.. JELES!!! huu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: she texted me last nite.. it goes like this "G blok lain..br dpt.u watpe?".. she went to other block of her college to topup her phone... gigih gler!! but SYG thanx... aauuwww.. LOVE u so DAMN much!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-7212931778886227429?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/7212931778886227429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-97-shield-forfeiting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7212931778886227429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/7212931778886227429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-97-shield-forfeiting.html' title='Chapter 97: shield forfeiting...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SqGSLWifoAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/dslRp313VnA/s72-c/DSC04831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4343454120786727886</id><published>2009-09-02T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:35:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 96: I'm a SHOES ADDICT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp75fgmBVII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wgGdvS6cakQ/s1600-h/DSC04848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp75fgmBVII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wgGdvS6cakQ/s200/DSC04848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377009324847617154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besties... from left: fifie, ucop, ME, aeina n erin... below: mui bro, missy s..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah the title explain everything... im officially in luf with shoes... got myself another pair this time.. man im soo F**Ked up!! x live without my shoes.. hehe.. just wanna clear tings up... haha.. anyway im gonna explain wat had occured to my life recently.. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my family came to town.. my sister insist my parents to take her for a raya shopping spree plus she was on school holiday.. so off to OU.. we circling around the mall.. my mission on dat day was to find a jeans or a short.. but none found... so i ended up bought myself a pair of ZARA's red madras checkered canvas sneakers and a TOPMAN's yellow belt.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp75fbqxemI/AAAAAAAAAvI/4Z3PPTtf0pc/s200/DSC04823.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377009323525372514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZARA's red madras checkered canvas sneakers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp74jTr5iFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/AJWJvJv0bW8/s200/DSC04826.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377008290590459986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOPMAN's yellow belt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sis got herself a TOPSHOP's bag n CROCS mary jane... my dad got CROCS mesa leather... my bro got himself ZARA's white vintage trainer... as for my mum SEMBONIA's pumps n a car booth full of home deco items from IKEA.. haha.. its a win win situation for all of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im goin home to melaka today.. but got klas in da morning... after clas i sent HER to bus station at sec17.. got myself home n slept for an hour... go out to fetch BASIT a.k.a mr. ferral nic at UPM... but da highlight was im stuck in in a terible jam for 2 HOURS!!! i break fast inside my car with lil amount of wasser.. huu.. soon i got to UPM fetched basit n went to McD... n i drove back home aftr dat.. n me n my family spent da nite at my sis's ouz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up for sahur then slept.. woke up again n went to Dataran Pahlawan for window shopping.. i tagged along my lil sis since i was soooo bored to go home early.. n at last i blanje my sis 2 CROCS jibbitz for her new CROCS n got myself a PADINI's white khakis short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp74i8fZTjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kQYXJpRMEeA/s200/DSC04824.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377008284364000818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PADINI's white khakis short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home for buka puasa n head to surau for terawih after dat.. went to my uncle's ouz n met my cousin (which im not talking to) thre.. bosan.. head home after dat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not doin anything actually... my relatives came to buka puasa bersama... my fam went to TESCO as i insisted my dad.. n went to well-known bazar ramadan at Taman Cempaka.. didnt bought anyting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp74iX5fZgI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ZR7nt67IGlg/s200/DSC04816.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377008274541340162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing zara's light blue basic tee, padini's white short, zara's electric blue sneakers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp74hzBkKVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2AiOe7OdaPA/s200/DSC04819.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377008264643094866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bazar ramadan at taman cempaka, melaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp74haACjQI/AAAAAAAAAug/l-qw4FhofRM/s200/DSC04820.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377008257925811458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x so many peeps... org smbut nerdeka kot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Merdeka Day!!! didnt do anyting just went to cyber cafe dat evening n met my fren at param (PAsar RAMadan=param).. kmas brg n off to shah alam dat nite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things goes smoothly.. ponteng lawn bowl clas... it rained dat evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reputation scarred!! x wanna talk bout it... x sleep da whole day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: SHE texted me earlier "Sory sgt xsupport u td..sory".. its ok syg... its my prob.. i can handle it.. i knw u syg i.. hee.. perasan :P... off to melaka tomorow... blik lg.. haiyah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4343454120786727886?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4343454120786727886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-96-im-shoe-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4343454120786727886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4343454120786727886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-96-im-shoe-addict.html' title='Chapter 96: I&apos;m a SHOES ADDICT!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sp75fgmBVII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wgGdvS6cakQ/s72-c/DSC04848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5959886649380564282</id><published>2009-08-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:41:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 95: such a PAIN in da ASS!!!</title><content type='html'>im homed... on friday.. a day before my fam went to see me in shah alam n shop around for da upcoming raya.. im such a bad money planner i guess.. i shop till i almost drop.. dat such a bad ting to ever occur to a person... anyway... i forgot to bring my memory card reader... so i wud update wats happen during da thursday day out with my fam later on... just i wanna say dat lately i had become PAIN IN DA ASS to almost all peeps.. sori guys.. guess im more to myself than to others... n its not my intention to do dat to all of u.. juz wanna have my own quality of time.. i'll update later when i got da chance.. prefer to post sum pics.. but i cant now.. catch u later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she texted me at 12.33p.m jus now... it goes like this "Da 63jam 24minutes i xdgq sore u.. T.T".. truly pain in da ass huh? when can i change? i hoping dat day wud come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5959886649380564282?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5959886649380564282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-95-such-pain-in-da-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5959886649380564282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5959886649380564282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-95-such-pain-in-da-ass.html' title='Chapter 95: such a PAIN in da ASS!!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8466106041958947495</id><published>2009-08-23T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:59:44.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 94: embarking life as a MUSLIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;" ramadhan has arrived.. im sooo glad... im more calmer in this few days... no tassel nor labyrinth in my mind at da moment... no irritation dat always hold me back... i feel fresh.. i feel like my heart had been cleansed again... no more dark spot on it... rily... i did pray lately... n indeed im more rational... fasting did help to hold me back from doin bad things... i have no intention to enjoy life as usual (at least for now)... i didnt smoke lately... not feel to smoke at all... juz wanna b as normal as i can... sumtime normal can do gud for u... n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; wud like me if im normal... im not a DIVO at da 1st place.... jus a person dat had change since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; knew me back in da 1st semester... im trying to be myself with certain abnormalities to be put on hold... enuf of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;IMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; drama last week... thanx to my dearest fren, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;BASIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;... he listened to my probs... give sum advices... n totally understand wat had i been thru few weeks ago... bcoz he had experienced it b4 n im so darn stupid to laugh at him back then... he soo kind bcoz he didnt laugh at me when i tell him my story... THANX BRO... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;note to self: NORMAL is da theme for this ramadhan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;p/s: she texted me... "Syg,kita brbka kt concorde la..." demandnye my SYG ni...&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/2596927076164277249-8466106041958947495?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8466106041958947495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-94-embarking-life-as-muslim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8466106041958947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8466106041958947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-94-embarking-life-as-muslim.html' title='Chapter 94: embarking life as a MUSLIM...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-6082137492915039305</id><published>2009-08-22T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:51:16.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 93: its an UNWRAP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8pPRwT4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rClmjRB616o/s1600-h/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8pPRwT4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rClmjRB616o/s200/DSC04782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372720297137950594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;homed and refresh during puasa time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basit had called me last sunday... he wanna get himself a new watch n he had survey weeks before... he decided to buy Armani Exchange watch... but the promotion had ended n he got himself a new Swatch while for me, i got new pair of sneakers... this time Armani Exchange... hoho.. wat happen to me... my bank account is geting lesser n even lesser.. anyway back to my new sneakers... here are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-6_B8fnPI/AAAAAAAAAtY/I5p_Ui4GrFE/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-7A-AVAGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/61aRDpkqMtA/s200/DSC04742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372718505795059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8nhYqyjI/AAAAAAAAAuA/acNPZqhMTwc/s1600-h/DSC04743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8nhYqyjI/AAAAAAAAAuA/acNPZqhMTwc/s200/DSC04743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372720267639048754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8oMbzHoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CT7pYgkjsCg/s1600-h/DSC04744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8oMbzHoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CT7pYgkjsCg/s200/DSC04744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372720279194902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8o7r1qfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vy-IsxBhU0I/s1600-h/DSC04746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8o7r1qfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/vy-IsxBhU0I/s200/DSC04746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372720291878644210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARMANI EXCHANGE WHITE QUILTED HIGH TOP SNEAKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my kasut raya for this year... its white n silver mixed together perfectly... this wud be my 2nd armani exchange product... first i got a tee from AX.. but lately i noticed dat AX tee had been pirated n sold widely at Uptown... so i tried to stray away from buying them... its full leather sneakers with nylon on the upper side.. got huge strap with metal plated with AX print on it... i bought this bcoz im sooo damn frustrated with ZARA high top sneakers with contain pig skins.. it happen twice... so i decided to pick this 1 as subtitude... erm i still need sum fashion tips on which pants work with this... i guess RAYA wud be great... cant wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: she texted me today... "kdg2 i suke u y biasa dlu. u y x shopaholic :P"... erm im stil da old me.. u x hv to wory... hopefully ur luf towards me doesnt change a bit... Muax to HER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-6082137492915039305?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/6082137492915039305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-93-its-unwrap.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6082137492915039305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/6082137492915039305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-93-its-unwrap.html' title='Chapter 93: its an UNWRAP!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/So-8pPRwT4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rClmjRB616o/s72-c/DSC04782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-2280830646214747780</id><published>2009-08-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:58:09.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 92: make me go "TAK NAK"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;" stress had took a toll on me... im so not knowing wat to feel... my heart is sooooo damn mixed up n im clueless on wat i shud react... shud i cry? scream? worried? or juz ignore wat my heart wud like me to feel? its kinda ruin my mud a bit... im more blurred than ever.. less talking... more "plastic" laugh... act like a drunk brah... respond towards those explicit words... involve in more dirty moves...  juz simply sleep whenever i can at wherever i want... and wat sadden me da most is.... i started to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;smoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... seriusly... i need support... from those whom i love da most... those who knw who r they... mybe i need to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;... things that i had took for granted... i ned to see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;... i need their support more than ever now... n also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.. who knw wat is da best for me beside myself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: forgive me if i ever hurt u guys... i didnt mean it... it just im not act like i usually do... guys pry for me... for me being better in da future... THANX... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-2280830646214747780?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/2280830646214747780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-92-make-me-go-tak-nak.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2280830646214747780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/2280830646214747780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-92-make-me-go-tak-nak.html' title='Chapter 92: make me go &quot;TAK NAK&quot;..'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-335955980666299526</id><published>2009-08-18T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:04:13.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 91: mine's truthfully, HER.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGPhM_aUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BoEJxx3mWM4/s1600-h/DSC04661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGPhM_aUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BoEJxx3mWM4/s200/DSC04661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371253106761754946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for my meal at da curve..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;erm... again sori for late updating my blog.. fifie been asked me to update it for quite sumtime.. n finally i got da chance... FINALLY... anyway i sum it up by days... wat i hd been thru this 3 days...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SATURDAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to wached midnute movie... da whole day was spent with nap, nap n nap again as all of my ouzmates were not at home coz they got sum errands to do... so there i was on da bed.. online for awhile... had lunch n sleep sum more... more fats on my tummies gained i guess... wink* anyway... shida's fren, zueika joined me, ucop, nora, shida, erin, fifie, firdaus(fie's tutt..), amer, fushi, fizo n his fren.. we watched 'COLD PREY' at e@curve... u knw how much i hate men's slaughtered movies... it makes me go euuuwww... this movies is so much like a less hot norwegian version of 'FRIDAY the 13th"... went to Asia Cafe later on... havent been thre for ages.. but no foosball... anna orton wasnt thre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGP0gMVrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/D8xqGKmYeC0/s200/DSC04659.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371253111942567602" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGQ5bndZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-VaQSXghY78/s200/DSC04665.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371253130445419922" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGQXwBK_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/OSWeBWehKHE/s200/DSC04664.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371253121404185586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGRTyN8nI/AAAAAAAAAso/z-jeCH1xrXk/s200/DSC04678.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371253137519538802" /&gt;  lepaking as usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a lunch date with HER.. its been awhile i havent had a lunch with HER... eventhou its not dat proper nor grand as SHE wud say but wats da most vital is we have da chance to spend sum time toghter despite our busy schedule with the asignmnt THANG!!.. owhh.... love the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dat nite me, ucop, amer, fushi, anna orton, nora n izie went to lepak at nasi lemak cinta sayang... then plan got dragged down n we went to karaoke at hotel quality.... huu.. n da most important part was me n ucop slept at 4.30a.m... hoo n we got GERMANY class at 8.30a.m at the same morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqHzIJ26II/AAAAAAAAAsw/-pqD1IEwZrY/s200/DSC04699.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254818024646786" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqHzTxlxLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YBm77otL6Ec/s200/DSC04711.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254821144085682" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqH0NMxNkI/AAAAAAAAAtA/pVFWMDSn_90/s200/DSC04700.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254836558902850" /&gt; karaoke-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up late for da GERMANY class... SHE was my stylist dat day... SHE chose my attire from head-to-toe.. got copy editing class for less than half hour n went home n check out this fashionisto's blog... give me many ideas on wat to wear... n wat works with what... thanx... later dat evening... got text from fifie... she asked me to bring her to sunway pyramid.. she wanted to buy a bag.. so i asked ucop to go along.. erin tagged along... n i got myself a vintage bag... love it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqH0SXHVtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2__dzr4OmMg/s200/DSC04715.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254837944473298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing unbranded shirt, Topman's skinny tie, forever21's windbreaker, Jaspal's jeans, nike sneakers n Zara Man's bag.. (all are HER choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catch of da Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqH0yonwoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/k6Uh87fF7E8/s200/DSC04719.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254846607835778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unbranded vintage sling bag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama started early in da morning.. my fellow members didnt came for da diskusion.. x mind.. i knew they got probs.. Pak Su's clas was cancelled.. mls pg Lawn Bowl.. dok umah n tdo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: getting redi for a dinner date tonite... cant wait...MUAX to HER...&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/2596927076164277249-335955980666299526?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/335955980666299526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-91-mines-truthfully-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/335955980666299526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/335955980666299526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-91-mines-truthfully-her.html' title='Chapter 91: mine&apos;s truthfully, HER.....'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoqGPhM_aUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BoEJxx3mWM4/s72-c/DSC04661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8698837854412780816</id><published>2009-08-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:26:43.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DADDY's da greatest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoZUGdmdzlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iArS0B4xdRI/s1600-h/DSC03368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoZUGdmdzlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iArS0B4xdRI/s320/DSC03368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr Muhiddin bin Md. Nor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as i flipped thru my camera pix i noticed dat thre isnt a single pix of my own dad... how unfortunate is dat? today 15th August is his big 55th besday... he has been da truely greatest dad i ever had.. im sooo grateful to have him as my dad... thanx for bein so sporting n cool with me n  da rest of da family.. hahah... LOVE n MIS u DAD... cant wait to see u this upcoming friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 55TH BESDAY AYAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8698837854412780816?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8698837854412780816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddys-da-greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8698837854412780816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8698837854412780816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddys-da-greatest.html' title='DADDY&apos;s da greatest!!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoZUGdmdzlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iArS0B4xdRI/s72-c/DSC03368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5952190682825325060</id><published>2009-08-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:43:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 90: BADGER's ENERGIE obtained!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY1EET9CzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0NHwUnEK23U/s200/DSC04634.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370037949679078194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snap2 at starbuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lots had been occurred during this 2 days... on thursday... again my classes were canceled... hurray for me.. so me n ucop decided to hv a lil soping spree.. a day before fifie, erin, ucop n amm went to sunway without invited me along... x fair.. so on thursday its kinda like revenge... hahah.. anyway... amin n amer came along during dat so-called shop attack... haha... btw we went to mid valley n i bumped into ALIPH... didnt hv da chance to say hi tho.. he was damn fast.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY1Eb5R9mI/AAAAAAAAAq4/LrT7bEvoWpA/s200/DSC04630.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370037956009653858" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY1E31Ur0I/AAAAAAAAArA/Ee7qlLtBXi8/s200/DSC04631.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370037963509247810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CATCH OF DA DAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY3iQGKWRI/AAAAAAAAArw/wiXAYJMtAw8/s1600-h/DSC04655.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY14hi1QII/AAAAAAAAArI/KyiIXBIKgz0/s200/DSC04641.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370038850879307906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENERGIE's tee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY141xtQqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DPcl2Zo5qkM/s200/DSC04642.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370038856310407842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENERGIE's messenger bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY15g-ccdI/AAAAAAAAArY/uYekBq_u_5M/s200/DSC04643.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370038867906556370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOPMAN's skinny red polka dot tie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIDAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got clas in da morning... but later dat nite me n my other ouzmates were planning to go n watch TALENTIME as it is reshow back at the cinema... but plan changed n we went to damansara to look for a boutique called BADGER.. its a clothing brand originated from Bandung, Indonesia... all the clothes were rily awesome... even the tees were amazing... acip n ayien grabbed a sweater... i grabbed a brown jacket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY3iQGKWRI/AAAAAAAAArw/wiXAYJMtAw8/s200/DSC04655.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370040667261786386" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; badger... cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY16M60XOI/AAAAAAAAArg/MVy0DCFBo64/s200/DSC04648.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370038879702506722" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY16004reI/AAAAAAAAAro/GVWL2kDoXyE/s200/DSC04647.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370038890415042018" /&gt; at ss2 murni... lepaking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CATCH OF DA DAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY3jN5hOLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8nCop15KCIw/s200/DSC04653.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370040683851757746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY3iQGKWRI/AAAAAAAAArw/wiXAYJMtAw8/s1600-h/DSC04655.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BADGER's brown jacket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: got text from her.. "ai tgk wyg teringat kt u".. huhu.. terharu.. eventho she was with her frens she stil miss me more.. hehe :P.. syg miss u 2.. n of coz love u!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2596927076164277249-5952190682825325060?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5952190682825325060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-90-badgers-energie-obtained.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5952190682825325060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5952190682825325060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-90-badgers-energie-obtained.html' title='chapter 90: BADGER&apos;s ENERGIE obtained!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoY1EET9CzI/AAAAAAAAAqw/0NHwUnEK23U/s72-c/DSC04634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8077966237037920209</id><published>2009-08-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:16:48.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 89: SUM it all UP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMNsOXxAAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gbt9JWP_Cgc/s200/DSC04598.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150234178945026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my fren said: dahi kerut, mlot senget.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wat i had been doin in this 3 days?! well pretty much everyting dat i can possibly do.. from goin to classes... to karaoke-ing to having a masak2 at my ouz... rily great! infact im a guy who luv to do things in group... so i wudnt mind to spend my time with my closest frens or even SHE... eventho we didnt spend dat much time together lately... again let da pix do da talking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;noting much happen... got Germany test n Copy editing clas was cancel.. dat midnite we went to McD supposedly to discus about BEL... we got a mock informal meeting nxt morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoML75oAQGI/AAAAAAAAApY/ge4QSYuipT8/s200/DSC04582.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148304464560226" /&gt;at McDonald roun midnite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tuesday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;we have to mock an informal meeting... we consist of me, anna orton, wendy, shida, aeina n farid had established a fashion label company under the name of Haus of Treats (HoT)... we need to discus whether we wanna join da KL fashion week or not... it went tremendously smooth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoML9I6M7xI/AAAAAAAAApo/BcgziopT_6A/s200/DSC04589.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148325747289874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im wearing ZARA's shirt, JASPAL's jeans, and ZARA'a sneakers... huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;later dat evening... me, shida, erin, fifi, ucop n amm went to Hotel Quality to brush up our vocal arrangement... my voice kinda get pretty rusty... havent sing for quite sumtime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoML9-OQYOI/AAAAAAAAApw/mEBFtwHB-_g/s200/DSC04608.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148340058480866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later dat evening.... went to karaoke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;im too tired to go 2 clas today plus it rained this morning... so i didnt go.. but da best ting is the class was cancelled.. lucky me.. but to my lecturer... Her mum died today... condolence to her... so im kinda free as 2 of 3 classes were cancelled... but for me no clas for today... hahah... get it? so.. amm n me decided to cook at home n we invite shoda, fifi n erin to join... BESH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMNoznxQTI/AAAAAAAAAqA/X_z-rV3ea3c/s200/DSC04618.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150175458705714" /&gt;cooking in da making...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMNpmcZbLI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LTQq3R4wr6U/s200/DSC04619.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150189101214898" /&gt;look at their faces... gler khusyuk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMNqqowFkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9gN3wgNFaEs/s200/DSC04620.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150207406642754" /&gt;chick curry, ikan kicap, smbal ikan bilis n kakngkung goreng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMPBds7RhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Wlteb6bvYXE/s200/DSC04622.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369151698583111186" /&gt;snap2 b4 eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: SHE went to a hell of a day... me forgot to join HER for buka pose... lots of works SHE have... n me being totally ignorance of HER needs... how stupid i am... sori SYG... nver gonna let this happe again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8077966237037920209?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8077966237037920209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-89-sum-it-all-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8077966237037920209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8077966237037920209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-89-sum-it-all-up.html' title='Chapter 89: SUM it all UP...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoMNsOXxAAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gbt9JWP_Cgc/s72-c/DSC04598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-8724589880201832560</id><published>2009-08-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:02:29.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 88: Im tired of it...</title><content type='html'>hmmm...  as u can see thre is no longer a chatbox on my blog... this is becoz im sooo damn tired of a guest that keep on sending those full of hatred plus jelousy plus stupidity msges...... i never get why dat person even read my blog if he or she hated wateva im posting... or wateva im doin thruout my daily life.. n bcoz of dat im not gonna feature any chatbox at da moment.. if u wanna leave sum comments maybe u can do so on my entries... way much better.. this doesnt mean i lose to dat guy... juz wanna blogging with peace and without worrying dat much... n thanx for those who had supported me to not only maki dat guy but also dish him with those nasty words... im soooo thankful to have u guys as my frens... other thing dat i didnt get is eventhou dat person kna maki with most of my frens he/she stil sending those msg... hey x MALU ka? ok pape pn i wish dat guy da best.. if dat person brave enuf mybe h/she can send sum comments to my entries... dat way  i can definitely know him/her... huhu...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: erm... thanx guy again for ur support.... n A***T M***I sori for being dushbag yesterday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-8724589880201832560?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/8724589880201832560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-88-im-tired-of-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8724589880201832560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/8724589880201832560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-88-im-tired-of-it.html' title='Chapter 88: Im tired of it...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5406349238739738199</id><published>2009-08-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:23:36.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 87: tell me wats ur flava hun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD5sv3BwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/K-MGcgXNTMg/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD5sv3BwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/K-MGcgXNTMg/s200/DSC04551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368365414369134338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us bitching at Starbuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm... yesterday i went out to One Utama... haha... gigih-ness came back after da whole week i was homed doin homework.. huuu... LETIH!!! tp xpe.. so i went out to my fren at OU at 10.30a.m sharp... i never went to any mall this early... we watched a movie called " Ghost of The Girlfriend's Past"... its an OK movie.. n i end up bought a new pair of ZARA's sneakers (lantak la pe guest nk ckp, ttap nk tulis wateva i want).. electric blue color... at first i want da purple color but it wasnt available.. huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm... after went to OU with my fren, i went home n planned to go to Sunway Pyramid... i wanted to buy my earring back as it lost last friday.. hmm... so we went thre... WE consisted of ME, ucop, erin n shida (my bro)... after browsing around the mall for several hours, we lepak at Starbuck... besh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;each posed with their own drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD5zf4IwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MALPTjLGh6s/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD5zf4IwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MALPTjLGh6s/s200/DSC04558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368365416181146370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with caramel frap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD623GTNI/AAAAAAAAAow/hQfFatFsOyE/s1600-h/DSC04557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD623GTNI/AAAAAAAAAow/hQfFatFsOyE/s200/DSC04557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368365434263719122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my bro( shida) with apple juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD6iHPkwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3QXNGekvf2w/s1600-h/DSC04556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD6iHPkwI/AAAAAAAAAoo/3QXNGekvf2w/s200/DSC04556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368365428694291202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erin with java chip frap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD6H2AevI/AAAAAAAAAog/BjDx67yoLoY/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD6H2AevI/AAAAAAAAAog/BjDx67yoLoY/s200/DSC04559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368365421642676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ucop with raspberry blackcurrant frap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CATCH OF DA DAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBII7NoUfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zPc46nxko7g/s1600-h/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBII7NoUfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zPc46nxko7g/s200/DSC04571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368370073996644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an electric blue ZARA's sneakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBIImgzrtI/AAAAAAAAApI/ykTyOX3LWuk/s1600-h/DSC04572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBIImgzrtI/AAAAAAAAApI/ykTyOX3LWuk/s200/DSC04572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368370068439936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unBRANDED tee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: missing HER olridy... Muax A***T M***I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5406349238739738199?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5406349238739738199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-87-tell-me-wats-ur-flava-hun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5406349238739738199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5406349238739738199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-87-tell-me-wats-ur-flava-hun.html' title='Chapter 87: tell me wats ur flava hun...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SoBD5sv3BwI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/K-MGcgXNTMg/s72-c/DSC04551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4757295246300734584</id><published>2009-08-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:37:52.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 86: I wanna be on da ground in da fight, not fly on it*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k7ajOYVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EGm0HPKtuVI/s200/DSC04540.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367627671541801298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying out my shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haahh... at last i got da chance to actually go out on a date with HER... finally after almost 3 weeks... i missed HER so much!! so time like this i wont waste every minute of it... we went to Pavilion today... 1st intention to go to mid valey soon forgotten as both of us (actually me) love to shop at Pavilion as less peep are thre... but it didnt happen... Pavi was packed with peep... both of us had da chance to grab sum of our fav items...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2mPyCVX_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/98h96131R2U/s200/DSC04541.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629120955310066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHE got consultation from a Clinique's assistant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2mQUmRR_I/AAAAAAAAAoI/j-sohPN_w0g/s200/DSC04538.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629130232842226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wat i ate- fetucinne carbonara... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Catch of da day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k510Y4KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/y_hKKPTegUQ/s200/DSC04547.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367627644501811362" /&gt;my fav item- daniel merriweather's CD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k6ZSkErI/AAAAAAAAAng/5GopLVnOcuI/s200/DSC04545.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367627654023615154" /&gt;ZARA's shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k6r05X1I/AAAAAAAAAno/-gujTeDC3tc/s200/DSC04546.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367627658999455570" /&gt;ZARA's basic tee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k62FaTGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Ksr-gsvNQU/s200/DSC04543.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367627661753076834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kingston 4GB pendrive 4 pic n stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SHE got herself  a jeans n a bag from MNG... huhu... n not to mention we watched movie too... GI JOE... its cool.. huu... it was a tiring day but i enjoy it... rily happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*title was taken from da GI JOE.. love the quote..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: syg... thanx for spending time with me... LOVE u A***T M***I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4757295246300734584?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4757295246300734584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-86-i-wanna-be-on-da-ground-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4757295246300734584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4757295246300734584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-86-i-wanna-be-on-da-ground-in.html' title='Chapter 86: I wanna be on da ground in da fight, not fly on it*'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sn2k7ajOYVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EGm0HPKtuVI/s72-c/DSC04540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-612915438310585649</id><published>2009-08-07T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:31:40.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 85: blank*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNpNuw-hI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UxsbCtyMfzw/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNpNuw-hI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UxsbCtyMfzw/s200/DSC04526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320595118750226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for sate to arrive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i cant think da perfect title to put on... enuf said dat im soooooo done with da asignmnt given by my lecturers... it is by far da most tiring weeks ever since i'd becoome a student... it likes almost everyday there r either an asignmnt to be submitted or given by he lecturers... i even x spent time with my frens and cocok-ing langit together... X fair!!! but rily matter da week had ended... Alhamdulillah...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm... diz evening i went to slip for almost 3 hours... at last i can slip during da day... itu pon after i had submitted da last asignmnt... so... dat nite we planned to go out... all 5 of us... me, ucop, erin, amm and shida... we planned to go n cek out Danau Kota's Uptown... juz wanna c wats hot thre... its kinda like an excuse for us to get a way coz our block was helding diz bacaan yasin at the ground floor... huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... first up, Petronas to fill da tank... then we went str8 to Kajang to indulge their specialties... wat else kn? SATE KAJANG!! i ate 10 pieces of chicken satays... it is DeLISH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNpVpiwQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/s8_qXtSaO0I/s200/DSC04518.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320597244330242" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNqQLiHiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YUQPvds_mYs/s200/DSC04524.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320612956151330" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyO0IUOLCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RdyF4UV2zfY/s200/bAbYdInAsOr6403-001.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367321882155428898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNpxrL-zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TEGA-L6gccE/s200/DSC04528.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320604767419186" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNqCoySrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aCDRne_0vYY/s200/DSC04530.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367320609320749746" /&gt; Sate Kajang Hj. Samuri- where it all happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we planned to go to Danau kota but sadly we were lost and off we went to Shah Alam's uptown as subtitute... i x rily buy anything... instead i lost my earring dat i juz bought yesterday... DAMN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this afternoon, i planned to go out with HER... finally after almost 3 weeks with no dating... we finally found free time to meet each other.. hehe :D..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: x wait to go out shopping n watch muvie with A***T M***I... L.O.V.E u... MUAX...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-612915438310585649?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/612915438310585649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-85-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/612915438310585649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/612915438310585649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-85-blank.html' title='Chapter 85: blank*'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnyNpNuw-hI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UxsbCtyMfzw/s72-c/DSC04526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-1453314460168616328</id><published>2009-08-04T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:02:14.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 84: UN-reach-ABLE</title><content type='html'>diz week started pretty ruff... less n less sleeping period were spent... my fault truely! im used to do my asignmnt at the very last moment... i x knw y im like this... it had turned into a habit which not likely to be a gud example... ermmm... n today... still im awake till da wee hour to finish up da asgnmnt dat we jus received diz afternoon... my eyes are devil red n feels like its gonna pop out any moment by now.... help me guys...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my HP done it again... well thanx to it... im more focused on my asgmnt... no ned to bother to actually reply those sms dat came in... hehe... but 1 ting i missed most is to listen to my mum's voice... she will call me to cek on wat im doin but as my hp cannot be turn on it kinda sadden me a bit... hate it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: SYG... i miss u so much... havent heard ur voice today... im sad.. im x knw wat to do... im all over da place... i ned u to put all things together... rily need u now... MUAX to A***T M***I..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-1453314460168616328?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/1453314460168616328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-84-un-reach-able.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1453314460168616328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/1453314460168616328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-84-un-reach-able.html' title='Chapter 84: UN-reach-ABLE'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5436899434159629435</id><published>2009-08-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:55:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 83: need SLEEP and SLAP...</title><content type='html'>im in concousness thru out the whole day which practically means that i didnt sleep at all due to the last minute patching up wats been left of my asignment which need to be submitted today... if i didnt react the way i suppose to today meaning dat i need a VERY HIGH QUALITY SLEEP... n if u r aware dat im out of my mind today... JUST SLAP ME ON THE A**... less painful than the slap on the face... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr syAEr_dEAn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: my phone wat hal lg... sowi syg u x dpt sms i... x knw wat i just wrote.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5436899434159629435?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5436899434159629435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-83-need-sleep-nad-slap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5436899434159629435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5436899434159629435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-83-need-sleep-nad-slap.html' title='Chapter 83: need SLEEP and SLAP...'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4116633057086961320</id><published>2009-07-30T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:27:47.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter82: blind DEAD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6UdkGtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-YguDHCpdM0/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6UdkGtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-YguDHCpdM0/s200/DSC04349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364520432867482322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put mask on my nose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;meeting sum1 u x rily know rily force u 2 have this amount of curiousness in wanting to knw how dat person gonna luk likes... dats happen wen im meeting a fren of mine for a sort of like a brunch yesterday.... enuf said hes not wat hes said he was... hate peep who r hyprocrite of himself... i mean like who r u gonna kidding? urself? soooooooo cudnt get peep like this... makes me go urghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da level of my "gigih"ness had flew thru da roof as da ptptn had finally made its way to my bank account... so im no longer a guy love to shop with no money... u can call me da instant full-pocketed person for i guess several months... haa... so actually UPM was closed for 1 weeks... n so called mr. feral nic was kinda in da blues in which way cud lead him towards home... n at last i agreed to fetch him from UPM n we stopped by at the pavilion n klcc for a shopping spree... but i havent got anyting interesting... juz a classic trunk from JASPAL... COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa55lZyWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_X0YPJ50BEs/s1600-h/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa55lZyWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_X0YPJ50BEs/s200/DSC04316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364520425652603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6IU7spI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zBLDz3bKos8/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6IU7spI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zBLDz3bKos8/s200/DSC04322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364520429610054290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during da trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headin shah alam in less than 50 hours... so terible but wen my mind start to regenerate back its actually gonna bring more adventures to my lifetime as more challenges awaited me in da future as i embark this life independently... more drama plz... im bored with the normal life... wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6smtJlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rw53ita5rpY/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6smtJlI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rw53ita5rpY/s200/DSC04326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364520439348274770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; u guys gonna see me with fedora almost all da time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. syAEr_dEAn&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i still in uv with the same person... A***T M***I... but she got a sexay voice... haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-4116633057086961320?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/4116633057086961320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter82-blind-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4116633057086961320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/4116633057086961320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter82-blind-dead.html' title='Chapter82: blind DEAD!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/SnKa6UdkGtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-YguDHCpdM0/s72-c/DSC04349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-5107408407847733234</id><published>2009-07-27T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:14:52.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 81: im so AWESOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1. who is the awesome person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mr. aidil dulbahri (http://aidildbahri.blogspot.com/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. tell us something about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- bubbly&lt;br /&gt;- love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;- love to hang out n BERKELAB ooppsss...&lt;br /&gt;- BOROS&lt;br /&gt;- love fashion n music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. what is your reason to blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-. love to write stuff as im gonna be a journalist anyway... its one of the criteria to actually nurture my interest in writing stuff eventho most of it tell u what i had been doin at that moment.. for me blog is sum sort of digital diary... so wateva i write here basically wat i had in mind n wat had i caught with my camera phone... so... if anyone felt annoyed by it... just get ur own life... n leave me alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. list and link 5 favourite post from your blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-39-hepi-besday-syg.html&lt;br /&gt;2- http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-59-mui-bday.html&lt;br /&gt;3- http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-58-im-confused.html&lt;br /&gt;4- http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-55-diz-entry-is-specially.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5- http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-43-letting-sumone-go-is-da.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. tag 5 awesome people and inform them that they have been tagged by you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- anna orton&lt;br /&gt;- basit&lt;br /&gt;- faiz the fushi&lt;br /&gt;- aliph&lt;br /&gt;- eipul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Post this entry with the title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-"I'm so awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;-“blog aku terbaek beb!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596927076164277249-5107408407847733234?l=mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/feeds/5107408407847733234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-81-im-so-awesome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5107408407847733234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596927076164277249/posts/default/5107408407847733234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsyaerdean.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-81-im-so-awesome.html' title='Chapter 81: im so AWESOME!!'/><author><name>Mr. syAEr dEAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08332135320708810394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/TEYVIqmSYhI/AAAAAAAABaM/G0U-TugImuw/S220/DSC07979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596927076164277249.post-4098482812918364508</id><published>2009-07-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:20:56.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 80: be BOLD not BALD...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally homed... after accompany basit to Pvilion n klcc.. he bought himself a pair of ZARA's sneakers n NIKE's sling bag... sooooo jeles of him... rily... but wat can i do? PTPTN havent got in yet... so im kinda lost... xknw wat to do... so to release my tensen... i went for a haircut... hoping dat will help... but it doesnt... S**T.... from a human being with plenty of hair on his head im almost bald now... BALD!!! i hate it... i told da hairstylist to cut it like mohawk but not to short... but wat i got is a school kid blended with "mat rempit" kampung hairdo..... it makes me even stresser than ever... so my fedora act like my best fren wen i wanna go out... im embarassed to even go outside my ouz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZP7KLvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KnBTAjAznos/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZP7KLvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KnBTAjAznos/s200/DSC04214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363004737690676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before....        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZpHirpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ml5SArXrjN8/s1600-h/DSC04286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZpHirpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ml5SArXrjN8/s200/DSC04286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363004744453500562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... as u all knw being home meaning no nite life... AT ALL... dats wat i hate the most wen i got home.. but 2 nites ago me, basit n izat went for lepak-ing around melaka to be exact Hang Tuah mall... so laughed n chatted for quite sumtime... n its great!! i missed the time we used to hang out with each other.... hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZwsdM4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/aBk1ON1_NiA/s1600-h/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOoSHMuTRkk/Sm04ZwsdM4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/aBk1ON1_NiA/s200/DSC04230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363004746487378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  guys nite out... rily great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past weeks rily great... i celebrated Anna Orton's besday at Borneo Rainforest... it just great!!! escpecially we got to have good time together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGr
