<?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-1860773065149119925</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:14:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats for you.</title><subtitle type='html'>Shoot the stars down.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3833543083568539908</id><published>2010-06-29T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:57:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all know Emo and Mcr Are Awesome! no question ask xD lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HAHAHAH! True that! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3833543083568539908?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3833543083568539908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3833543083568539908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-all-know-emo-and-mcr-are-awesome-no.html' title='we all know Emo and Mcr Are Awesome! no question ask xD lol'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-892899011752996197</id><published>2010-06-25T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:57:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't realise u were nt asking anonymously. my bad T_T lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Sighhh. Hahaha. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-892899011752996197?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/892899011752996197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/892899011752996197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-didn-realise-u-were-nt-asking.html' title='i didn&amp;#39;t realise u were nt asking anonymously. my bad T_T lol'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4978355932145957940</id><published>2010-06-09T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:27:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats for you.</title><content type='html'>Hey, i really, really, really miss you. Alot. I bet you dont feel the same way, cause im a nobody in your life obviously. But hey, when i saw those pictures, of you and her, i felt a deep stab of jealousy. I cant blame you though, it was my mistake things turn out this way. Maybe it would have been different if i didnt suddenly disappear into thin air. but i couldnt help it, i needed to escape. No, i dont regret my mistake actually, im just figuring out myself. I dont even know what i want, how could i be sure it was you? Im really sorry. We had too much in common, that it was impossible. Yeah, i still miss you alot though. Doesnt change anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4978355932145957940?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4978355932145957940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4978355932145957940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart-beats-for-you.html' title='My heart beats for you.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2322094025277083758</id><published>2010-06-09T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:37:37.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;still wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2322094025277083758?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2322094025277083758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2322094025277083758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-936538485298381970</id><published>2010-06-07T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:11:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was straightening my hair out after so long, when i realised that my hair has grown so much! Now it's reaching the tip of my shoulder blades. Wow. I am so gonna grow it till it reaches i dont know where. haha. cool.&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/1860773065149119925-936538485298381970?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/936538485298381970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/936538485298381970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/was-straightening-my-hair-out-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8898607882500805187</id><published>2010-06-06T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:35:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loser in loserville.</title><content type='html'>haha, some people can be super immature sia.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end i had the last laugh cause he was too pissed off that he commented on all possible places he could find me, begging me to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, really, kesiaaan! no grudge against ITE kids, but this one is a super stupid Mat whose english suck so bad, with no brains cause he got mad when i said i had better things to do than follow him "riding" at 12 midnight. hahaha, if you were a good person, you would have known better than to ask me such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's worse, was that when he didnt know how to fight back, he brought my parents name into the show. LMFAO. he said that he fucked my mom, saw her naked and all that bullshit. and then when i said "wow, didnt know you had a taste for old women in their 50s. you must be worse than a whore, cause atleast they fuck people with $$ albeit being old!" hahaha, &amp;amp; then i asked, "how was it?". he told me to ask my mum, and so i said "well, shes busy fucking my dad now. haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the loser went into loserville, by degrading me about my looks and all. Hahaha, didnt affect me at all sia, cause ive had worse. lucky for me i was too mad to bother, and i was MSN-ing other people, i told him to shoo off. Like a doggie, he then went offline. obviously blocking me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt end there tho, he wrote me a message on tagged after that. hahaha. really pitiful sia. he like really wanna win, when i didnt even care. dpt trophy cik abang? (yeah, i would advise u ask for a condom cause you might get herpes fucking old women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i wrote it down here? cause i find it really funny i needed to share with someone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAuHqZwhsvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SgjV0WN3HHw/s1600/loser.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAuHqZwhsvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SgjV0WN3HHw/s400/loser.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479622534165017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Wan R, if you are reading this, (which i doubt you will cause you are busy fucking old women), seriously, GET A LIFE. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love. ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: super desperate, cause he MSN me everytime i go online. even when i dont reply, he still go on saying "HI." hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8898607882500805187?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8898607882500805187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8898607882500805187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/loser-in-loserville.html' title='loser in loserville.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAuHqZwhsvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SgjV0WN3HHw/s72-c/loser.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8484659253565750682</id><published>2010-06-04T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:09:29.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Kiln.</title><content type='html'>I had a greattttt day today, bonded with my students pretty well &amp;amp;  im telling you, they are the cutest thing on earth! here's some  pikchass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwxKV76I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QwJmWKuW7bM/s1600/Photo-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwxKV76I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QwJmWKuW7bM/s400/Photo-0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887070247546786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the furnace&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/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwX3fLAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c2Z9zWdt7w0/s1600/Photo-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwX3fLAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c2Z9zWdt7w0/s400/Photo-0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887063457573890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pottery making tools&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/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwGlA_EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wFoqAvzVC8Y/s1600/Photo-0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwGlA_EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wFoqAvzVC8Y/s400/Photo-0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887058816695362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper (the boy who looks like the kid in "Up" movie lol), hands-on session&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/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqvsAYCfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OMpHBCu4Ono/s1600/Photo-0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqvsAYCfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OMpHBCu4Ono/s400/Photo-0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887051683695090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the instructor&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/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqvOiz25I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CBpX-wAm1Ds/s1600/Photo-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqvOiz25I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CBpX-wAm1Ds/s400/Photo-0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887043775060882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen &amp;amp; Ezra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr9_UvNeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V_8zxh2wv0c/s1600/Photo-0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr9_UvNeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V_8zxh2wv0c/s400/Photo-0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478888396899169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai Ying &amp;amp; Yu Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr9fQNYHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JlK_KnsChvc/s1600/Photo-0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr9fQNYHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JlK_KnsChvc/s400/Photo-0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478888388290240626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr80Mph6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ku9Gg89bzWI/s1600/Photo-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjr80Mph6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ku9Gg89bzWI/s400/Photo-0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478888376732583842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avina &amp;amp; Eeshita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favourite students pictures are not here. Haha, two of them didnt come, and one of them was reluctant for a photo-taking session. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was busy scolding them all for making so much noise, i didnt know that one of them was hiding a camera in his hands, and recording me. &amp;amp; then they showed it to me and found the whole clip funny. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTA gallery next my dear kids! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&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/1860773065149119925-8484659253565750682?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8484659253565750682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8484659253565750682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/dragon-kiln.html' title='Dragon Kiln.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/TAjqwxKV76I/AAAAAAAAAGI/QwJmWKuW7bM/s72-c/Photo-0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7400837368765905049</id><published>2010-06-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:54:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice what you preach.</title><content type='html'>Apart from the fact that i am friendless at my new workplace, as there is only two other teachers I/C in the afternoon session, I AM TOTALLY LOVING MY JOB! especially now during the June holidays, we'll be going to excursions, and just having fun most of the time in the centre! It's like this, i come to work, for two hours all i have to do is supervise these kids by asking them to sleep as it's nap time. Then after that, they'll have their teabreak for half hours. Then, i have to come up with different word puzzles everyday for all of them to play, for another half hr. Then its their Playground time, for one hour. Last on the list, shower and games before they all go back. FUN OR WHAT?! hahaha. &amp;amp; im loving all these kids cause they are so damn cute! i have a few favourites. yeah, teacher's pet. hahaha. &amp;amp; some are so bratty i cant help but be patient with them. YES, this job tests my patience to the max. Most of the time, i will be screaming my heart out at all of them, but i love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pro of what, i remember all my 15 students name already. Heh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i just love it when they call me MISS SYIKIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;sigh, if only i have someone to pick me up from work everyday. haha, it sucks to go home alone! ): dream syikin, DREAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7400837368765905049?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7400837368765905049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7400837368765905049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/practice-what-you-preach.html' title='Practice what you preach.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4779237770677829012</id><published>2010-06-02T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:53:13.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather have the ability to fly, or the ability to breathe underwater?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;FLY! &lt;br /&gt;many reasons actually.&lt;br /&gt;when there's a land natural disaster, i can save myself by flying in the air! Example, a Tsunami. That'd be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it makes travelling easier. I can be in my pyjamas or anything unglamorous, if i need to travel someplace urgent, cause nobody on the streets can see me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, its cause i have never been on a plane ever before. The ability to fly can be a replacement for that. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4779237770677829012?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4779237770677829012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4779237770677829012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/would-you-rather-have-ability-to-fly-or.html' title='Would you rather have the ability to fly, or the ability to breathe underwater?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4006925929164396107</id><published>2010-06-02T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:14:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that dream about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Late at night, when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that, somewhere, you are thinking of me, too.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm dreaming of you tonight, until tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming about you and me.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder if you ever see me, and I wonder if you know I'm there. If you looked in my eyes, would you see what's inside, would you even care?   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanna hold you close; but, so far. All I have are dreams of you, so I wait for the day and the courage to say  how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late at night, when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you. And I still can't believe that you came up to me  and said, "I love you." &lt;br /&gt;I love you, too. (:   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Endlessly, dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4006925929164396107?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4006925929164396107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4006925929164396107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-dream-about-you.html' title='that dream about you.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6289846407162930421</id><published>2010-05-31T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:46:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger is one letter short of danger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PISSED OFF AS HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has got to be the most suay-est day of all, in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;crazy customer, crazy machines, crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;i am not gonna elaborate, but hell, i feel like punching someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky today i had my two bestest peeps pick me up from work,  where we hung out at our usual hot spots, chatting about random stuffs and catching up all the way till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. is it bad that i am feeling super grateful that i just quit my current job and is moving on to another one in 24hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO i dont think so. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye army boy, you will be missed. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&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/1860773065149119925-6289846407162930421?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6289846407162930421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6289846407162930421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/anger-is-one-letter-short-of-danger.html' title='Anger is one letter short of danger.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2556704035419484581</id><published>2010-05-29T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:07:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASTY.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE SHOPPING LIKE MAD, CAN?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. today was pretty intense, but i managed to get myself a black tee and grey kimono dress plus one black formal blazer. love shopping when you have got money. but dang, so little ah. lols. bt its kay, im cool. next month i hope i get more $$ woohoo! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, now im back home, im like very the bored. i have nothing to do, and man im feeling stupid. from where im sitting, i can see an old indian guy at the window digging his nose real intensely hahaha. okay im bored. and im writing crap wtf. im blogging for the sake of updating, and passing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling random. i wanna go Johor Bahru. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2556704035419484581?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2556704035419484581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2556704035419484581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/nasty.html' title='NASTY.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8606909758550271126</id><published>2010-05-29T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:18:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here for your entertainment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating super damn fast. like some train or what.&lt;br /&gt;and i know its not cause im nervous or whatever. (or super sick for that matter, altho i have been coughing non-stop since morning)&lt;br /&gt;it must be because i saw the most charming person i have ever seen today.&lt;br /&gt;with those bushy eyebrows and blue natural eyes, fair skin and broad shoulders, sweet smile and super nice accent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE A MINUS IN THIS GUY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that he is foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;a Philippines guy.&lt;br /&gt;but ohmygod, i was super intrigued by this one dude, i even gave him the wrong change.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he drops by on sunday! (:&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/1860773065149119925-8606909758550271126?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8606909758550271126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8606909758550271126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-here-for-your-entertainment.html' title='i&apos;m here for your entertainment.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-423371883383767982</id><published>2010-05-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:45:38.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From New York to LA getting high rock n' rollin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I had you, that would be the only thing that i would ever need&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete&lt;br /&gt;If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;br /&gt;You you you you you&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whos that you? (:&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/1860773065149119925-423371883383767982?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/423371883383767982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/423371883383767982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-new-york-to-la-getting-high-rock-n.html' title='From New York to LA getting high rock n&apos; rollin'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4633160849935105112</id><published>2010-05-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:19:07.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE ARE COOL KIDS. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nigga you still playing sega?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(No red  monkeys with the bapesters?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(What you  riding on that bike for?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(does that belt  say star wars?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(Why your jeans ain't  sagging?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(You ain't smoking on the dro  cause?) I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(Where your stunna shades at dog?)  I'm cooler then that guy&lt;br /&gt;(Man ya'll niggas ain't got no?) I'm cooler  then those guys&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/1860773065149119925-4633160849935105112?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4633160849935105112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4633160849935105112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/fine.html' title='FINE.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2157925424224794308</id><published>2010-05-25T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:03:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, is it me you're looking for?</title><content type='html'>HORRIFIC NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second brother will be posted to Brunei Darussalam for his Overseas National Service Posting for one whole bloody year. He will be gone on 1st June 2010. Not that anyone of you would care cause its my brother not yours haha, but ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid or what sia his enciks, next week going, tell him only a week in advance. I have to help my mom rush through some of the preparations this week then. Thank God i work only three days this week, i can use the rest of the days to help in his preparation. Kenduri Doa Selamat and all. Thursday, gonna head down to West Mall with him to get some Army goods. Mom cant follow since shes not very well these days. So i have to overtake that responsibility. Friday, bank to settle some of his banking issues. Sunday, final family gathering i guess. That leaves me with tomorrow and Saturday only to be free. Since im working on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the thought of him leaving us, isnt as intolerable as i thought it would be. I guess its cause we are used to him being in Camp for a week and at home only at the weekends. but the thought of him gone for one whole bloody year is just.. plain weird. Cause my family have always been together, in one piece. One gone feels just kinky. i dont know, maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i will only be free on Sunday. Anyone up for town? i need to shoopppppp. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2157925424224794308?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2157925424224794308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2157925424224794308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-is-it-me-youre-looking-for.html' title='oh, is it me you&apos;re looking for?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6991502346540507304</id><published>2010-05-24T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:26:41.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading Dina's blog about how she thinks her life is pathetic. Haha. I find it pretty amusing actually, cause all this time i had been thinking about the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wondering how my life would have been if i had not go through my life like that in the past 4 years in secondary school. Why Secondary school? come on, like you dont know. Sec Sch is like the time when we all evolve into someone, where the environment plays a major situation. Like how Pikachu evolves into Raichu when you love it so much, but becomes a bitch if you dont wanna talk to it everyday, or dont use it for training. (yellow gameboy version) ok i know wtf but yeah you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have always been protected amidst my friends and family, and i listen to advises like some goody-two shoes. I dont club, drink or smoke. I have a curfew (till now), i cant go out w/o permission and "grounding" is enforced when i break the 9868384687634 rules. yeah. i hang out only at places suitable for kids as well, and my parents are control-freaks. Sorry i have to say this, but i dont think i have cool friends. Maybe cause im not cool also (haha Dina you can laugh) thus the not-cool clique. And my life has always been planned and perfectly normal. No such things as my brother having a shotgun wedding, or my father remarrying, that kind of intolerable bullshits. All FINE. not that im asking for anything like that to happen, but everything is too GOOD in my life. i want some bad-ass action, i dont know like what, maybe like im in some movie or something. hahaha, drama-mama feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i mean what i said. all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can SOMEONE brighten up my life right now? i dont think my life is pathetic. i think its just a little screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6991502346540507304?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6991502346540507304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6991502346540507304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/was-reading-dinas-blog-about-how-she.html' title=''/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3378078022060762425</id><published>2010-05-20T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:59:40.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy's so old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S_VcN8uP9hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N5th9c4uvR0/s1600/32248_398823139311_592129311_3959573_4613047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S_VcN8uP9hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N5th9c4uvR0/s400/32248_398823139311_592129311_3959573_4613047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473382316846872082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED &lt;s&gt;91st&lt;/s&gt; 19th BIRTHDAY MOMMY MAE! hope you have a blast tomorrow aights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;had a fun day today. interview in the morning, lepak "art" session at Dina's crib, afternoon nap after SO long, and then Fushan Garden getaway for Mae's birthday celebration. it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3378078022060762425?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3378078022060762425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3378078022060762425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommys-so-old.html' title='mommy&apos;s so old!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S_VcN8uP9hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/N5th9c4uvR0/s72-c/32248_398823139311_592129311_3959573_4613047_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3034182596923256351</id><published>2010-05-20T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:43:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i had you.</title><content type='html'>i thought i, out of so many people out there, would be awesome when it comes to differentiating between a Mat and a normal guy. (Yeah, mats are abnormal. Hello, huge brain, floating cap, retarded dance moves, ring a bell?) You know what they say about haters. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell i was wrong. I decided to play a a game with an online friend on MSN. you know how tagged has this whole "Meet Me" thingy? where u see a picture of someone, and click whether you think you want that person to be your friend or something? i know, pretty retarded, and very damaging to one's self-esteem. haha. well, first impression REALLY matters. so yeah, we decided to play a game, where we will look at the pics, and then guess whether they are Mats, and then go view their whole profile, and determine whether they are. How can we tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) EeeF DeY TaIp Lyk Tizx TheN yeaH Euuu GeT MaI DrEeFF. LOL&lt;br /&gt;2) Floating Caps EVERYWHERE of different colour and patterns.&lt;br /&gt;3) That Orange-hair hairdo plus ugly tatoos&lt;br /&gt;4) The Generic Music Playlist: Hip-Hop and FREAKING trance/techno/tektonek. (whatever is that crap)&lt;br /&gt;5) The type of friends they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 20 guys, i got only 3 right! How saddening. I guess i have either lost my touch since all i do these days are eat, sleep, work, repeat, or im not a real mat-hater afterall. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i sound so crappy. and i have no bloody idea why i woke up so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3034182596923256351?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3034182596923256351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3034182596923256351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-had-you.html' title='If i had you.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1364587066002525607</id><published>2010-05-20T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:48:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream a little dream of me</title><content type='html'>this week is the last week of all the good shows on CW. ): 90210, the mentalist. last week was cougar town's and vampire diaries'. and next week will be glee's last. man. i will be as bored as hell every wednesday night onwards. darn it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am SUPER bored.&lt;br /&gt;i feel super retarded right now, i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i wanna do right now? honest from the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna head down to the beach, walk down it, enjoying the night breeze.&lt;br /&gt;after that, sitting down at the edges of the huge boulder, staring at the night sky, my head on someone's shoulder and humming some random show tune together.&lt;br /&gt;when i fall asleep, my body will be wrapped with an afghan, and arms will be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, mushy much? too much TV i guess. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i learnt something on Glee today.&lt;br /&gt;Crushed dreams may seem inevitable, but atleast you know you tried. When a star dies down, they dont fade away. They become a black hole and absorbs thing in the universe. Thats what we all are. STARS. (man, innova should use this quote since they love STARS so much. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also i got a funny skit i got from my favourite antagonist on glee, SUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bryan: "Sue, you're an impressive woman. I can't tell you how much you  turn me on right now. You ever heard of the term 'anger sex'?"&lt;br /&gt;Sue:  "The only kind I know, Bryan."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: "Should I lock the  door?"&lt;br /&gt;Sue: "No. I've got a secret room upstairs ... like Letterman."&lt;/blockquote&gt;hahaha funny sia. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1364587066002525607?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1364587066002525607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1364587066002525607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/dream-little-dream-of-me.html' title='dream a little dream of me'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1568708250235863289</id><published>2010-05-17T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:55:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it all came crashing down on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if you like a person, SAY IT dumb ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls should not be the one to do that in my opinion, cause lets face it. Guys ALWAYS claim to have the power over us. undermining every thing we women do. feeling so overrated all the time. we are the WEAKER sex, or so you think. but hey, lets stick to the basics. where have all the glory of being a knight in shining armor all go to? flushed down the toilet bowl i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH guys will reason back that this is the 21st century and girls and guys are alike. Well, if that is true than why the gender discrimination in other areas? why the partial treatment to us girls? i am not a sexist, but i think the world is REALLY unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, man. i am having flashback to my General Paper days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1568708250235863289?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1568708250235863289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1568708250235863289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-it-all-came-crashing-down-on-me.html' title='and it all came crashing down on me.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7457548372192409207</id><published>2010-05-16T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:22:09.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again.</title><content type='html'>I HATE MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;hideous, thanks to stupid hairdresser who cut my fringe damn fucking short. man. now everyday i have to hide my hair my wearing a hairband. i dont like, cause i get headaches from it being too tight. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7457548372192409207?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7457548372192409207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7457548372192409207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-never-be-same-if-we-ever-meet-again.html' title='I&apos;ll never be the same, if we ever meet again.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7279046415239001324</id><published>2010-05-12T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:28:59.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you be mine again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kids call me "aunty", guys younger than me try to flirt, assuming im their age. "you look like a 16 year old". yeah i get that alot. and guys my age or older, just intimidate me at times, with their crazy tattoos and multiple peircings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise one thing today. i always fail miserably when i try to get out of my shell and flirt. HAHAHAHA. i either 1) embarass myself, 2) embarass myself, 3) embarass myself. NONSTOP HITS. you know how i will embarass myself? say the wrong things, blink damn fast like a maniac, and my hands will shake uncontrollably and it will be so freaking obvious. well, maybe they may think it was just the crazy aircon at my workplace, which was super cold. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&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/1860773065149119925-7279046415239001324?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7279046415239001324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7279046415239001324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-be-mine-again.html' title='you be mine again.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8088799947631929794</id><published>2010-05-11T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:00:16.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEA(RT)LESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this morning, me and my lil bro went out and we saw something disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S-g7KeSIC3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pZBNhZrGcsE/s1600/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S-g7KeSIC3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pZBNhZrGcsE/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469686798555286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yupp. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i love my phone's camera! look how artistic it seems! hahaha. ok shuddup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third post for the day! nuts. goodnight earthlings.&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/1860773065149119925-8088799947631929794?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8088799947631929794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8088799947631929794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/heartless.html' title='HEA(RT)LESS!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S-g7KeSIC3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pZBNhZrGcsE/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1265517298290579991</id><published>2010-05-10T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:52:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BME pain olympics: Final Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Shane Dawson's instigation, i decided to watch the BME Pain Olympics Video. I couldnt find it anywhere though. Im sad cause that video must be that sick cause Brian, Joe Roger's (Fear Factor) friend was so disgusted by it. For those who had never heard of it, here is a summary of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the video, two men are seen performing genital self-mutilation set to  the song "Livin' Like a Zombie" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mortification_%28band%29" title="Mortification (band)"&gt;Mortification&lt;/a&gt;. The original video,  hosted on BMEzine, displays a message at the end confirming it is fake,  however most of the other versions of the video on other websites do not  have that message at the end. According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shannon_Larratt" title="Shannon  Larratt"&gt;Shannon Larratt&lt;/a&gt;, the creator of the video, the two  "competitors" (who are actually the same person) used prosthetic makeup  and the video contains no actual body modification.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it may be fake, but as seen from the crazy youtuber's reaction it must be that mad gross and disturbing. Oooh, i have seen the 2 girls one cup video however. Okay, its really gross. Its a video of two lesbians, eating SHIT together. yeap, they shit out on the spot, and chew on it together. It was gross. and then one of them pukes while the other ate it. Man, i almost stopped watching but come on, im no pussy. haha. here is the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The trailer features two women conducting themselves in fetishistic  intimate relations, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defecation" title="Defecation"&gt;defecating&lt;/a&gt;  into a cup, taking turns ostensibly &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coprophagia" title="Coprophagia"&gt;consuming  the excrement&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regurgitation_%28digestion%29" title="Regurgitation (digestion)"&gt;regurgitating&lt;/a&gt; it into each other's  mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it contains a little pornographic material, the starting that is, cause they were kissing and stuffs, but the defecating part was just nasty. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link. WARNING. not for the weak-hearted, or those below 18. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flurl.com/video/5496822_comments.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flurl.com/video/5496822_comments.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1860773065149119925-1265517298290579991?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1265517298290579991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1265517298290579991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/bme-pain-olympics-final-round.html' title='BME pain olympics: Final Round'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1857192650079465392</id><published>2010-05-10T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:31:45.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chris brown WAS an ass for beating up Rihanna. it wasnt his call at all. people are saying how Rihanna deserved it and all that shit. I feel like punching their faces and say they are the ones who deserves it. no matter how much of an asshole we women can be, violence is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i pity chris brown now. he is my favourite black singer apart from usher. so yeah, i dont support his ridiculous action, but he has repented and he deserves a second chance i guess? unless he repeats his mistake again, i will still support him nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the topic? i dont know. i kinda miss him. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1857192650079465392?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1857192650079465392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1857192650079465392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/chris-brown-was-ass-for-beating-up.html' title=''/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7249957221917560221</id><published>2010-05-10T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:54:31.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whiney loser. no thats not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's no use for regret. i did badly for my A levels, and i dont wanna repeat cause i have had enough of studying so hard yet ending up with crappy results. honestly, i am traumatized. pay me a million dollars, i will never step foot into a Cambridge examination hall ever again. (i would consider a billion though, haha just kidding). but seriously, i was considering retaking the exams privately a few days ago, two subjects at most, cause i can cope with a C for all atleast. but then, i dont wanna have to go through all that torture yet again. it was horrifying. sometimes, when i think about it, if i had failed in Year One, maybe things would have been different. but then again, this was MY fate. i cant possibly rewind back to the past two years and do everything differently. If i was given such a chance, i would rather they reverse it all to when i was sitting for my O levels instead, working my butt off and then scoring well, so i can go straight into becoming a Malay teacher. or if not, get into the Polytechnic course i had always wanted. Finance issues and whatnot stopped me from doing so, hence i ended up in a JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, why am i whining about such stuffs? because i went on a JobHunt just now, and in almost every "qualification requirement" section, it states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Diploma/Degree Holder&lt;br /&gt;2) Bilingual in English/Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 years experience preferred&lt;br /&gt;4) Driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyho, welcome to the real world. I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt;. Im sad, really. Pondering over such thoughts is making me super stressed out, i swear i have grey hair everywhere. Nahh im just kidding. But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heeee. (:&lt;/span&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/1860773065149119925-7249957221917560221?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7249957221917560221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7249957221917560221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/whiney-loser-no-thats-not-me.html' title='whiney loser. no thats not me.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-271979304370595447</id><published>2010-05-09T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:10:31.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell, that was HOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who doesnt love john mayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mokellyreport.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/john-mayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://mokellyreport.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/john-mayer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOO sexay. i like. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im bored. really really bored.&lt;br /&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/1860773065149119925-271979304370595447?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/271979304370595447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/271979304370595447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/hell-that-was-hot.html' title='hell, that was HOT.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-463861235721738196</id><published>2010-05-08T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:08:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman's heart</title><content type='html'>Me and my mother was watching a movie called "A Woman's Heart". Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ma, is that dude's fly undone?! (chuckles)&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Yupp. (laughs along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: OHHHH so you were looking at the CROTCH area! caught you in action! naughty eh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! No.. it was so obvious, mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was thinking of a rebuttal to defend myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But then again, YOU WERE LOOKING AT IT TOO RIGHT! hahahaha. cause if not it would have taken you longer to answer when i asked you about it. HAHA! caught you in action too. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like mother like daughter.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i WASNT looking at his crotch. it was so damn obvious SERIOUSLY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-463861235721738196?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/463861235721738196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/463861235721738196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/womans-heart.html' title='a woman&apos;s heart'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-5709073813892169728</id><published>2010-05-08T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:28:12.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Best Friend Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I happened to show up on your door step crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I called you and asked you to pick me up because something happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I had one day left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to live my life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you be part of that last day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I needed a shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to cry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you give me yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you know what the relationship is between your two eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They blink together, they move together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They cry together, they see things together, and they sleep together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they never see each other;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.. that's what friendship is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your aspiration is your motivation, your motivation is your belief, your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;belief is your peace, your peace is your target, your target is heaven, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life is like hardcore torture without it&lt;/span&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/1860773065149119925-5709073813892169728?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/5709073813892169728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/5709073813892169728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-happened-to-show-up-on-your-door.html' title='World&apos;s Best Friend Week.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-588387597723310298</id><published>2010-05-06T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:18:09.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some time to make an avenue,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when i do something,&lt;br /&gt;for example strut down the street on my way home from work,&lt;br /&gt;i feel masochistic.&lt;br /&gt;like a guy.&lt;br /&gt; i'd get this vibe and energy, and in my head i will be like,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm THE MAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod.&lt;br /&gt;i think i know what my problem is.&lt;br /&gt;Am i turning into a butch?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. just kidding la. if i was a butch Earth would spin 360 degrees in less than a second sia. for you dumbtards out there who didnt get my drift, it denotes IMPOSSIBILITY dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im serious about the feeling masochistic part. sometimes i think that being a guy is so much better. thus, due to my inner persuasion that meddled with my brain and resulted in a catastrophe to my veins, that is why i am acting that way. but seriously, im still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why? What is the real reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-588387597723310298?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/588387597723310298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/588387597723310298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-some-time-to-make-avenue.html' title='i need some time to make an avenue,'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6130133111251653593</id><published>2010-05-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:12:49.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up to find you looking at me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i got tired of looking for a blogskin, halfway through i gave up and decided to stick to the basics. and im loving it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooos, things have been pretty much stagnant around me. nothing much happened lately, no surprises or anything to snack my already so boring life. however, work has been keeping me pretty much occupied most of the time. and i just added a new gadget into my life. my samsung omniapro phone that is, the one i blogged about previously. nothing fanciful about the phone actually, but the qwerty keyboard and classy look is what that perks it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have been blogging pretty mushy stuffs like in my few latest posts. people are assuming im in love or something. i BETTER clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. i am NOT in love. i have better things to look forward to. okay no kidding. but seriously, if i were in love, the first person i would tell are you people. so NO. i like blogging about sensitive lyrics i hear in some of the music i listen to. some too touchy that i find it hard to decipher myself, hence i blog it in. half of the time, they may be exactly what i am feeling at that particular moment, but mostly, they are just me being sentimental. no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, dina once asked me a question, which i think is the right moment for me to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have decided to answer it a statement a post. for today's it will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the unpredictable girl who goes from one mood to another, depending on the situation. Always trying to be the ice-breaker, never once a heart-breaker. (:&lt;/span&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/1860773065149119925-6130133111251653593?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6130133111251653593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6130133111251653593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/waking-up-to-find-you-looking-at-me.html' title='waking up to find you looking at me.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-9108920354695388553</id><published>2010-05-02T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:39:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faygod.</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey You You. whats cracking bitchesss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok NO, what the hell is wrong with me? late night crankiness i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, awesome dream last night. long tiring dream. ;p im not gonna elaborate here, closest peeps would have known. haha. im actually just bored, which is why im practically wasting a space on my blog here, but i'll delete it soon. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i love kaseemg. hahaha. he may look like a faggot, but hell, guys with thick-rimmed glasses and that geeky smile, just turns me on. hehehohohaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY seriously, i'd better go to bed, before i start writing more crap. i need a good night rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, what a HOT day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-9108920354695388553?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/9108920354695388553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/9108920354695388553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/faygod.html' title='faygod.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1790479282605151145</id><published>2010-05-01T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:34:22.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day, we need a little bit of love.</title><content type='html'>just got back home, tired as hell. So many problems crop up today. Handphone went nuts, lady in charge of the shift before mine made a mistake in her money calculations and i panicked for no reason when my money didnt tally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing got me cracking real badly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey can i get a pack of ciggarettes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Marlboro Menthol&lt;br /&gt;Me: Here you go Sir. But before that, IC please?&lt;br /&gt;Man: IC?! you want my children's ezlink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. as if i wasnt paiseh enough, he actually open his wallet and showed me pics of his kids. Well hello, he looked so young! like 17 like that, need to confirm what. and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay so sorry dude! haha. i just need to reconfirm.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, im already a dad, if that is what you were wondering. A young dad, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahh, i see. No wonder. Thought you 17 haha.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Haha, young dad. *clears throat* young HANDSOME dad. *cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmmm, well.... (continue counting money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh my fucking ass off. Back at ya! His expression after that was PRICELESS. like come on, ok he was a cute guy. But when you are already a DAD, claiming you are handsome to a girl like me is like saying a piece of shit is gold. seriously. i mean, you can keep saying that to yourself, or your wife, who cares, but to a girl like me? man, are you trying to flirt? NOT WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i like working with Azri's mother. She's the most sporting aunty ever, we talked about all our favourite artistes, gossip about some customers, and hell yeah shes a fan of American idol too. hahaha. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, need to sleep. nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey Mister, you are like my dinner. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1790479282605151145?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1790479282605151145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1790479282605151145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-got-back-home-tired-as-hell.html' title='one day, we need a little bit of love.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6990193375003624937</id><published>2010-04-30T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:50:20.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your song</title><content type='html'>blogging from my phone. awesome day today. ntg much to say, except i have a phrase stuck in my head from ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u dont mind tht i put down in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful life is, now ure in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6990193375003624937?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6990193375003624937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6990193375003624937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-song.html' title='your song'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3374921713750284547</id><published>2010-04-29T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:41:53.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was being so close.</title><content type='html'>Everything seems beautiful, amazing, spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can poop in my hands and stare at it for 2 hrs and yet feel as if i was holding gold in my palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stare at the sun for as long as you want me to, even if it burns my eyes, yet feel as if it was your eyes im looking into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im in love.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats what i think im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else would equate to whatever im experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;Blissfulness extended from each side of the equinox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3374921713750284547?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3374921713750284547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3374921713750284547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-being-so-close.html' title='Was being so close.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1949686471724363386</id><published>2010-04-28T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:52:13.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP.</title><content type='html'>im done with so many TV shows, i dont have any more to watch. CBS havent air all of the episodes of some of the shows im watching, so i will have to wait like a week before i can watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me ridiculous, but i have a date with my Lappy&amp;amp;internet every night, just to catch my favourite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me insane, cause i even have a detailed schedule on which shows to watch on which night, and which website will be the best to watch em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a weirdo, cause i check wikipedia every week to know what the next week's episode will be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP. i am a TV-show addict.&lt;br /&gt;NO wait, i have MONKISH behavior. if you know what i mean. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - CSI&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - American Idol, 90210, Glee&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Cougar Town, ANTM, American Idol Results&lt;br /&gt;Friday - The Mentalist, The Vampire Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9ckDJXDrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1fTScfxx_Lw/s1600/27693_383694296166_582626166_4431105_7831748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9ckDJXDrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1fTScfxx_Lw/s320/27693_383694296166_582626166_4431105_7831748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464876309308223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; CUTE eh? hahaha.&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/1860773065149119925-1949686471724363386?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1949686471724363386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1949686471724363386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap.html' title='CRAP.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9ckDJXDrxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1fTScfxx_Lw/s72-c/27693_383694296166_582626166_4431105_7831748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2504665077515113078</id><published>2010-04-27T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:35:30.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basking in the ambience.</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/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9bnmyFEbKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_Tvzu02ISY/s1600/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9bnmyFEbKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_Tvzu02ISY/s320/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464809851324755106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister, had fun talking abt random shites again, at half-past 11 at night, under our old favourite hangout spot. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we are the COOL counter girls. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lotsa love.&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/1860773065149119925-2504665077515113078?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2504665077515113078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2504665077515113078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/basking-in-ambience.html' title='basking in the ambience.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9bnmyFEbKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_Tvzu02ISY/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4912375853878122564</id><published>2010-04-23T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:26:56.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senses fail.</title><content type='html'>i need to start writing a journal again. theres so many things inside of me i wish i can say here in this blog, building up rapidly, yet i cant pen them down cause there are some things i wish for it to be expressed, yet do not want anybody else to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i desperately NEED a journal. not want, NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4912375853878122564?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4912375853878122564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4912375853878122564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/senses-fail.html' title='senses fail.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4098668490323315765</id><published>2010-04-22T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:56:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what boredom does to people like me and him.&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/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9BinUOaD2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpmgKbQF5iA/s1600/checker+with+fai.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9BinUOaD2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpmgKbQF5iA/s320/checker+with+fai.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462974775583969122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and for the record, IM THE WINNER! lol. *thankyou thankyou* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9BjY8RFAsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rU6tWHMcdew/s1600/winner+vs+loser.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9BjY8RFAsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rU6tWHMcdew/s320/winner+vs+loser.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462975628146180802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDDDDDDD&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/1860773065149119925-4098668490323315765?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4098668490323315765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4098668490323315765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/boredom.html' title='boredom!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S9BinUOaD2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpmgKbQF5iA/s72-c/checker+with+fai.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6050054270785699458</id><published>2010-04-19T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:34:10.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preposterous.</title><content type='html'>how evil of me to abandon this blog, and be so active on tumblr instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats cause blogger DESERVES it, for screwing up on me all the time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no, im just kidding. but anyways, i have been MIA due to some technical difficulties with regards to my internet connection. i have no idea why it sucks right now, when it has been doing fine for the past two months. i called in to Singtel 5 times, and even wrote them a complain letter, but to no avail cause they insist the problem does not lie with their service, but on my USB stuck instead. but oh whatever. i dont really care haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- job interview &amp;amp; grocery shopping -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;- hangout w my sisters&lt;br /&gt;                    - NEW PHONE most prolly hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can upgrade this time. please oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thetechnologygoods.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/cellular-phone-samsung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 281px;" src="http://thetechnologygoods.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/cellular-phone-samsung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*angelic music playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. ok wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lotsa love. (:&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/1860773065149119925-6050054270785699458?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6050054270785699458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6050054270785699458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/preposterous.html' title='preposterous.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1852277176449745763</id><published>2010-04-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:15:09.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMFAO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Lawyer: "What was the first  thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Witness: "He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Lawyer: "And why did  that upset you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Witness: "My name is Susan."&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. EPIC FAIL!&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/1860773065149119925-1852277176449745763?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1852277176449745763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1852277176449745763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/lmfao.html' title='LMFAO.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4917415665040607323</id><published>2010-04-14T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:57:37.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scene Aesthetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the longest time I thought I'd lost the best of me . But I'll be damned if I quit now and that's for sure. All I ever wanted was for you to look at me, and know I'm all yours. Like the penguins need their wings for deep cold water dives. Like the earth needs the moon to keep it on course. When you touch me, I know there is purpose in my life. Just know I'm all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I confess that I'm nothing without you. And there is nothing I can do to prove to you, I'm being honest. Now I see, everything; and yes I've known it all along. I was so lost, but I'm back and I finally know now where my heart  belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if you could ever realize, that we're growing up so fast, and it's insane. My dear, our hearts have gotten good at pumping cheap new lust into our young veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I understand everything I couldn't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've spent without you by my side, I dreamt about you. Saw you through the windows in my mind. Carved a home for you deep down inside my chest. And I never want to lose such a big part of me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves.&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/1860773065149119925-4917415665040607323?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4917415665040607323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4917415665040607323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-aesthetic.html' title='The Scene Aesthetic'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8327788522181697078</id><published>2010-04-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:22:20.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tasks in my ass.</title><content type='html'>I'm going out with my bestie tomorrow. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me to check out some phone at the phone store tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me to get some stuffs from the grocery tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me to meet my uncle to get something from him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mom this, mom that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS TOMORROW A DAY FOR ME TO GO OUT WITH MY FRIEND AND ENJOY SOME PEACE, OR RUN HER AN ERRAND LIKE I DO EVERY OTHER DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. but ohwells, on the brighter note,&lt;br /&gt;she told me to check out the phone tomorrow to survey, cause shes thinking of upgrading mine. ^^&lt;br /&gt;she told me to get some stuffs tomorrow, cause i was the one who complained how our soap is finishing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;she told me to meet my uncle tomorrow cause he would be the one to get the phone for me if i liked it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;she this, she that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, she may not be the perfect mom on earth cause no one is, but i still love her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU TOMORROW MONKEY DINA.&lt;br /&gt;vlog time babeh! ;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8327788522181697078?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8327788522181697078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8327788522181697078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/tasks-in-my-ass.html' title='tasks in my ass.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2351451727107731510</id><published>2010-04-11T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:52:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101st post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SERIOUSLY?? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S8F_ah7eUzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nP3ldS5b-xc/s1600/0009054gi-Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S8F_ah7eUzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nP3ldS5b-xc/s320/0009054gi-Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458784317110899506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hello babe,just a little note to tell you that you are quite pretty and  sweet in your worn outfit,your countenance and your portrait. i love  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. LAUGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2351451727107731510?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2351451727107731510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2351451727107731510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/101st-post.html' title='101st post!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S8F_ah7eUzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nP3ldS5b-xc/s72-c/0009054gi-Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7614996392559234613</id><published>2010-04-10T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:18:24.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye my lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVEDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;to panicinhell.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok no, im not exactly moving. this site is still my favourite ranting site, but i wanna try out tumblr, cause i wanna keep myself updated with my favourite bands and stuffs. and ooh, im on twitter too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i nuts? ohwells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1860773065149119925-7614996392559234613?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7614996392559234613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7614996392559234613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/moveddddd.html' title='goodbye my lover.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-12349137805772051</id><published>2010-04-10T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:22:28.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could attend any concert, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;OOH!&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel's. COME TO SG! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-12349137805772051?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/12349137805772051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/12349137805772051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-could-attend-any-concert-what.html' title='If you could attend any concert, what would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3506100635899220716</id><published>2010-04-10T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:21:43.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could change one thing that happened last year what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Nothing i suppose? &lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much satisfied with whatever that happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my answers may change if you ask me again. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3506100635899220716?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3506100635899220716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3506100635899220716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-could-change-one-thing-that.html' title='If you could change one thing that happened last year what would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1500721410025438058</id><published>2010-04-10T04:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:09:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&amp;quot;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;God, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&amp;quot; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1500721410025438058?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1500721410025438058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1500721410025438058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-are-you.html' title='who are you?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3768629614264856666</id><published>2010-04-10T04:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:09:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how awesome is YOUR life, nurulasyikin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;better than urs i suppose? ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3768629614264856666?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3768629614264856666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3768629614264856666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-awesome-is-your-life-nurulasyikin.html' title='how awesome is YOUR life, nurulasyikin?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4565691872154383510</id><published>2010-04-09T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:03:19.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Okay, i seriously wanna make my YouTube official, so im not gonna upload my own individual vids cause ive planned with my two best buds to make it OUR youtube channel instead. I sent some messages to some youtuber yesterday, and they said that i might wanna take it slow in the start. So me and dina decided that making video responses would be a better idea first. So yeah, soon people! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be really mad or something, but i was really inspired by ChrisCrocker, this tranny youtuber. Hes a legend for that Britney Spears vid he did, but i kinda like his style. haha. really cool and dramatic. i have a list of youtubers i love, like whatthebuck and BrittanyLouise. if you dont watch youtube, then you wont know who. haha, but sadly, i only subscribed to Shane cause i think hes the only funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, why am i rambling this things down when you prolly wont even know what the fuck im talking about. haha. anywys, today i had a job interview at W____. I dont wanna be sued but seriously, they are such a ripper! 12hrs a day, 6 days a week, salary = 800 a mth, bef CPF cut. SERIOUSLY?! man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but next week i have two more interviews coming up. i really hope i get the Teaching Aide position. and riverside have yet to called me. sigh, im sad. ): haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isit just me, or is Lady Gaga a sadistic bitch who makes videos that involves sex, lesbianity and killing the boyfriend ALL the time?? im just saying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4565691872154383510?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4565691872154383510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4565691872154383510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-945930836940043668</id><published>2010-04-09T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:57:24.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog</title><content type='html'>ok, know what? screw the world. im not gonna fucking care how people are gonna judge me, what i say or do doesnt matter to anybody. and im not gonna give a shit about how other people are gonna react to what i say or do for that matter, cause seriously, im done with all the deal of trying to act like you fucking own the world or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been holding back on myself for these few days, thinking through every single details of whatever that is happening to me, questioning why im the one facing such crap, not other people. and then i asked myself, 'seriously?'. im done with the drama, all the bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i am not gonna fucking care, holding back on vulgarities cause i used to think its uncool for girls to say such words but whatever, i am seriously not gonna give a damn. think what you want, say what you wanna say. I face to the consequences of my own actions, so do you. Own up if you're daring enough, but nahh, you are just one pussy to actually do something as bold as that, cause behind those swagger, i seriously fucking know that you have no guts. Face it, dude. You are just not up for reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my first Vlog, still unsure whether i wanna put it up on youtube. After editing and stuffs, i think its really cool and funny. It features me and my little bro, and it's called bubble-gummylicious. I know, ridiculous name, but ohwells, im still contemplating though. Once again, i wanna emphasize, no, i am not trying to be anybody. But like shanedawson, ive always had a dream. And that was to go to Hollywood. If you are my true friend, you would know, cause like other girls, i read tabloid mags every single fucking day, but unlike them, i literally read every single details in the mag and cut out pieces of information i think is cool, awesome and dope. Pretty creepy and insane i should say. I think i should be a paparazzi, haha. But what can i scoop about in singapore? Jack Neo and his horny bitches? Haha, oops. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, off topic but yeah my Vlog. Im thinking of doing more like a Video Journal, which also features my crazy awesome friends. And not many people know, but i do video responses on youtube, haha. But then after a day or two, i delete it for fear somebody i know would watch it. -___- Welcome to my sad lifestory! haha. But from today onwards, im not gonna delete anything anymore. Cause, like i said, im done trying to buy my way into things. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you are a whore if you find my interest in Vlogging ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt; (: Just kidding! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-945930836940043668?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/945930836940043668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/945930836940043668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/vlog.html' title='Vlog'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7055264327855330491</id><published>2010-04-08T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:49:33.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY SHITS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, i know i wanted to be MIA haha, but i REALLY had to share this.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a359af5186c507b2" 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://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da359af5186c507b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331488701%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53AC8BC6A93721A98A2EFE150C2D877460B9FADE.28859E24AFD36E0070B388060A493A9C3BA29AA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da359af5186c507b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhDmjqjzy8CkaNtQuTu0S4EdOhyY&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://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da359af5186c507b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331488701%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53AC8BC6A93721A98A2EFE150C2D877460B9FADE.28859E24AFD36E0070B388060A493A9C3BA29AA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da359af5186c507b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhDmjqjzy8CkaNtQuTu0S4EdOhyY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS! i love him! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7055264327855330491?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7055264327855330491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7055264327855330491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-shits.html' title='FUNNY SHITS!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1325336955584634386</id><published>2010-04-06T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:52:15.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello baby you call i cant hear a thing.</title><content type='html'>came across some few things which totally upsetted me. not sharing with anybody, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some time to reflect on myself, the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause maybe, just maybe, ive been trying to please people too much, that i didnt realise how badly it is affecting me. but now i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you dont realise how bad some things are, until you come face to face with it, one on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye world, MIA for god knows how long. &lt;br /&gt;yes, you wont hear from me people. i promise you that. not being emo u fker, but like i said, i owe myself a better treatment, big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1325336955584634386?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1325336955584634386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1325336955584634386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-hello-baby-you-call-i-cant-hear.html' title='hello hello baby you call i cant hear a thing.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2643632231552050417</id><published>2010-04-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:11:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Amor Es Ciago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I WANNA LEARN SPANISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love how beautiful the language is. (: &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/1860773065149119925-2643632231552050417?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2643632231552050417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2643632231552050417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-amor-es-ciago.html' title='El Amor Es Ciago.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4706147005273530561</id><published>2010-04-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:45:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 random questions thanks to boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. What is your best friend's Mom's name? HAHA. i forgot. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is the  weirdest place you have a mole? on the tip of my right index finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the hottest teacher you ever had? I wont say the name, but heh he thought me maths in secondary school. ;D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever made out in  a movie theater?  Nope. Please only idiots does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What body part  do you wash first? My hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you hover over the toilet in  public bathrooms?  Uhh no? For what sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the strangest  talent you have?  I can sleep while sitting like a frog but with my head on the pillow. hard to explain in words but u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have an  innie or an outtie?  Innie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favorite  flavored Pringles?  Sour cream and onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been  tied up? Do you want to be?  Yes, once, while playing a stupid game of police and thief. Had to use a scissors to remove it cause they tied a dead-knot. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What was the last thing you ever got grounded for?  For yelling at my mother to defend myself. I cant help it, my teenage hormones always gets the best of me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;12.  Do you parallel park or drive around the block?  I cant even drive! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever  had two dates in one night?  I don't think I've had two dates in one  month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many times have you been cussed out? Rarely. Actually, i dont remember being cussed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Which shoe do you put on first?  The  right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been to a gay bar? No, ive never been to any bar at all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Girls-- the strongest creature cause we can bleed for five days straight, and never die. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is there one thing all of your love interests have had  in common? They are artistically talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Did you French kiss before you were 16? HAHA. no. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Have you ever been cow-tipping or snipe-hunting?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is  the last person you usually think about before you fall asleep? someone, not telling you who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you  ever had a poem or a song written about you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If  you had to choose to not ever wash your bed sheets again or not wash  your bath towel ever again, which would you rather not wash?  I'd rather  not wash my bath towel, but I do think either one of those would result  in some nastiness of the worst kind.  Who came up with that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Have you ever found anything in your parents' bedroom that was  questionable? nope, they are really good at hiding private things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your  childhood nickname? Nuyul. haha, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  When is the last time you played the air guitar?Last year with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have  you ever peeked in the opposite sexes locker room? Never been in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  What's the weirdest thing you have done while driving?  I cant driveeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever bitten your toenails?  No, eww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How do you eat your cookie? depends. i like crushed cookies tho. if i were to ever date a guy and he brings me crushed cookie on our first date, i would totally kiss him! hahaha, NOT. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When working out at  the gym, do you wear a belt?  I have never worked out in a gym intensely, the worse i'd go for is the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  Name something you do when you're alone that you wouldn't do in front  of others.  I sing, and i like prancing infront of the mirror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many drinks does it take before you  get drunk? never tried, and never intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever sniffed  an animal's butt?only a psycho does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How often do you clean out your  ears? twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you  scrunch or fold your toilet paper? i dont use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. About how many  times a day do you pick a wedgie? O.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any strange phobias? DOGS and cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever stuck a foreign object up  your nose? tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is the stupidest thing you've ever  done at a bar? NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you ever been dared to  do something you totally regretted?  Nope, I have no regrets about any  action, decision, or behavior I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever  called your love interest by an ex's name?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  Have you caught a guy/girl farting while on a date?  Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;47. Have you ever played naked Twister?  I've  never played Twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever been drunk at work?  I've  never been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever found your  date's/lover's brother or sister more attractive?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do  you want to bring sexy back? -___-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4706147005273530561?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4706147005273530561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4706147005273530561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/50-random-questions-thanks-to-boredom.html' title='50 random questions thanks to boredom'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2399794367420704861</id><published>2010-04-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:11:09.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat in the hat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7n8u8nzlsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hdyCu4a-suQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7n8u8nzlsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hdyCu4a-suQ/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;OMG, Fahmi my first policeman friend owns a really frigging cute cat la!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;busy week, non-stop interviews coming my way. Finally, phone calls. after so long. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lotsa love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it feels different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;its changing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2399794367420704861?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2399794367420704861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2399794367420704861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/cat-in-hat.html' title='cat in the hat.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7n8u8nzlsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hdyCu4a-suQ/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2594714169406798109</id><published>2010-04-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:48:37.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOUK OUT @ GEYLANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;man&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something is definitely wrong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i added all the teachers i know in Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weird ass syikin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i beg to differ what dina begged to differ to what i begged to differ earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if im uncool, then dont you find it pitiful that u are hanging arnd me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that makes two of us darl. ;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2594714169406798109?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2594714169406798109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2594714169406798109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/zouk-out-geylang.html' title='ZOUK OUT @ GEYLANG!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8780102018439578095</id><published>2010-04-03T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:51:16.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i beg to differ dina malyana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IM A COOL KID.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8780102018439578095?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8780102018439578095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8780102018439578095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-cool-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8611500862244889073</id><published>2010-04-03T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:31:55.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and im feeling GOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nothing much to say today, but hell, this got me superbly disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously? do you share such stuffs online. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7ZFjNNMy6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bAFI3VbFA00/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7ZFjNNMy6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bAFI3VbFA00/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up dude, who has a really pretty girlfriend. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and really, i meant what i said. &lt;/i&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8611500862244889073?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8611500862244889073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8611500862244889073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-im-feeling-good.html' title='and im feeling GOOD.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7ZFjNNMy6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/bAFI3VbFA00/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8631294062389795173</id><published>2010-04-01T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:51:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Fool.</title><content type='html'>Today is April's Fool, i just remembered after Dina told me about her prank on someone which she claimed to be a successful one. Haha. I used to love playing pranks on people, being hated at for my absurd indulgence and hence have stopped doing such stuffs on people. Maybe some times, i still do so in my small little clique, especially on Atika. ;p but i am still wondering why is April such a special month, to consider someone a fool? Like as if every other day people arent making fools of themselves on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday, after so damn long, i went out with Dina. Had alot of fun shopping at Bugis, got myself this really cool jacket. In love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R3IwrOteI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h8AlfsX55WI/s1600/P31-03-10_16.40%5B01%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R3IwrOteI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h8AlfsX55WI/s320/P31-03-10_16.40%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for the record, two complete strangers asked whether we were sisters. It is just weird, cause the both of us always tend to dress up the same way, like as though we planned to wear something similar. Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R35T1nxwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n4XIh9M2usQ/s1600/page2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R35T1nxwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n4XIh9M2usQ/s320/page2.jpg" /&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: justify;"&gt;Dina got herself a guitar. And ohmygod, i just realised that we had the SAME guitar. The left one is mine, and the right one in Dina's hands is obviously hers. See the similarities? W-E-I-R-D. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;also, today i decided to so some spring cleaning. Mopped my living room, and clean up my messy bedroom. Gave my brother's desk a little revamp. I absolutely love my room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R4iOpXvNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/64UI_X0yWGA/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R4iOpXvNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/64UI_X0yWGA/s320/page.jpg" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There it is. But my most favourite part of my room is this little collage i had on the wall. Its a collection of all my favourite moments, pictures etc. Cool shites. (: Maddd Loves!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, i downloaded this really cool Camera Studio, which allows me to record videos on my webcam. I am planning to do a video-blog. Pretty insane, and no i am not trying to be anybody. But i was pretty inspired by this dude called Charlie, a you-tuber who is an Englishman, and has an amazing video-blog. I was also inspired to do this shit cause after posting Adam lambert's videos on my youtube page, people are actually subscribing to me. Ok, no actually only two. but i have 4000 viewers in total. Crazy! So, yeah who knows, Shane Dawson started out like real crappy but look at him now, a damn successful you-tuber.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh crap, YouTube just removed a Video of Glee i posted. They claim it to be copyright infringed. What the Hell??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lotsa love. ;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8631294062389795173?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8631294062389795173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8631294062389795173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprils-fool.html' title='April&apos;s Fool.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S7R3IwrOteI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h8AlfsX55WI/s72-c/P31-03-10_16.40%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-135091699699967823</id><published>2010-03-30T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:28:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tue</title><content type='html'>I went to clean up my MySpace today, and god. its been a while since i updated all my pics and stuffs. and GOD i looked horrible last time, when i was obsessed with Scene Kids. I remember staying up until late night, watching vids on how to do Scene makeup. Its hilarious when i think about it again, but ohwells. i was still growing up then i guess. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going Bugis with dearest DINAMALLLLLLYANA tmr. hopes nothing crops up. Plan is to sell off some of my used textbooks, accompany Dina to get a new acoustic guitar (god im mad envious --.-) and then head down to Bugis to get myself something. Maybe a new pair of shoes, more fedora cap, or Shades. hahaha. ok, i seldom do planning on what to get, because most of the time i will just head down somewhere and get something i didnt plan for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always read peoples blog secretly. i wonder, are people doing the same on mine too. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-135091699699967823?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/135091699699967823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/135091699699967823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-went-to-clean-up-my-myspace-today-and.html' title='Tue'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1447006768432767756</id><published>2010-03-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:06:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man in the mirror.</title><content type='html'>mann, i really miss MJ. and i feel like a fag, cause like most people, i started to appreciate him again only after his death. which is sad, cause he was my first real idol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered dancing to 'beat it', freaking out over 'thriller' and singing loudly to 'smooth criminal' and wondering what 'crescendo' meant. but the thing i cant forget the most was falling in love with the young michael, when he did 'Billie Jean' at Motown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, im not being random. i just finished watching his documentary film a while ago, and even at age 50, i was still blown away by his awesomeness, especially during 'the way you make me feel'. it was such a tear-jerking experience, especially when he questioned our love for Earth and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed a true king of pop. when my mum said that watching him on TV and stuffs makes her feel like its unbelievable MJ is dead, yeah i kind of feel that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days of tears. haha. The Notebook, Dirty Dancing, This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1447006768432767756?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1447006768432767756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1447006768432767756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-in-mirror.html' title='man in the mirror.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4364045454362839883</id><published>2010-03-28T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:15:32.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for you.</title><content type='html'>Halfway thru Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, i clicked on the 'X' button. i guess i was just too freaked out. haha, call me a scaredy-cat or whatever, but the scene where this psycho path used a jackhammer and hit the knee of his own boss multiple times till you can hear the bones cracking into two and then killing him by smashing his head with it, was enough to make me puke. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate not knowing the ending, so heck spoiler-alert, i went to read the plot on wikipedia. haha, ok i suck. real bad. but hey, i managed to watch The Hills Have Eyes 2 yesterday though. Super messed up show i tell you, but i loved Jessica Stroupe, one of my favourite lead from 90210. this time she plays this badass army girl and became one of the survivors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS. hate it. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;but this morning was the worse. the cramps were just killing me! i wanted to puke, and it felt like small little mini monkeys were jumping around in my tummy, clawing everywhere for my attention it seems. no, im not exaggerating. i felt like dying. thank god for the painkillers. got me feeling drowsy for an hr before i fell asleep for 4 hrs straight! AWESOMMMEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4364045454362839883?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4364045454362839883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4364045454362839883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-god-for-you.html' title='thank god for you.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6930004976887629583</id><published>2010-03-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:33:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no fucking mood&lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;wanna turn in early goodnight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could you do it babe,&lt;br /&gt;How could you do it to me,&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it how could you do it baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And tear my poor heart in two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6930004976887629583?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6930004976887629583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6930004976887629583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1493156433306787549</id><published>2010-03-26T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:14:20.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you consider yourself decent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hmm, physically yes, i guess? &lt;br /&gt;but emotionally and mentally, i dont think so. i dont know, i guess its how you see it. or how you define the word &amp;quot;decent&amp;quot;. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1493156433306787549?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1493156433306787549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1493156433306787549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-consider-yourself-decent.html' title='do you consider yourself decent?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-899521858382211119</id><published>2010-03-26T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:43:12.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stand so close to me.</title><content type='html'>initially had a really boring day. i felt so lazy and bored i couldnt be bothered to do anyth. not even lift up my handphone to text. i woke up at 1pm today which is like ohmygod. mum's endless nag made me feel so suffocated i couldnt care less. in truth, the first time ever, no household chores for me. my mum was super pissed at my laidback attitude. but like i said, i just dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however at abt 6pm while putting away some stuffs, and while packing my casual bag, i decided to do some room cleaning. it has been a while, the dust bunnies under my bed were getting thicker. while sorting my drawer beside the window, this really cute bird flew onto my windowsill and sat on it. it was such a curious creature, it kept peeking in when i made some noise. i then snapped a picture of it before it flew away when it heard the shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uOazWD1tI/AAAAAAAAADc/HhWZyiNrUaY/s1600/P250310_13.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uOazWD1tI/AAAAAAAAADc/HhWZyiNrUaY/s400/P250310_13.24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while sorting through my makeup and accessories, i realise i have too much makeup which i should give away cause i rarely use them. however so, i am pretty sure dina owns more than me, and it makes me feel a little better knowing im not the only one crazy about these kind of stuffs. :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uPLDGeHHI/AAAAAAAAADk/KHvlQZoRGH0/s1600/P250310_18.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uPLDGeHHI/AAAAAAAAADk/KHvlQZoRGH0/s400/P250310_18.25.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uPWpenioI/AAAAAAAAADs/CCmsGS3I6Nk/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uPWpenioI/AAAAAAAAADs/CCmsGS3I6Nk/s400/page.jpg" width="400" /&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: justify;"&gt;now im feeling super lethargic and freaked out, cause i just watched the movie "stepfather". i love that show like alot, its super freaky and i am so impressed by that dude from nicktuck, who plays the psyco father. really really cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why wouldnt it be when the hero is so freaking hot? :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meet penn badgely. yupp its the gossip girl hottie! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/66/97/penn-badgley-hot-hunk.0.0.0x0.423x629.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/66/97/penn-badgley-hot-hunk.0.0.0x0.423x629.jpeg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, i better turn in before i go gaga over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lotsa love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont stand so, dont stand so close to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;young boy, you're out of your mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your love for me is way outta line.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gotta run. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-899521858382211119?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/899521858382211119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/899521858382211119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-stand-so-close-to-me.html' title='don&apos;t stand so close to me.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6uOazWD1tI/AAAAAAAAADc/HhWZyiNrUaY/s72-c/P250310_13.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7079424840399647921</id><published>2010-03-25T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:31:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's whacha get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am feeling super annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish the whole world is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and only mine alone to dictate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sheesh. you know the whole world does not revolve around you alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7079424840399647921?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7079424840399647921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7079424840399647921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-whacha-get.html' title='that&apos;s whacha get.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8280487933533452175</id><published>2010-03-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:41:22.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your're so gay, you dont even like boys.</title><content type='html'>i dont usually get myself involved in stuffs like this, but this thing is just making me irritated, disgusted and feeling super absurd to even call myself a girl! i dont usually like to talk about other people's life in my blog, but i just have to let this particular one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, a week ago or so, i got to know this guy and we were texting and stuffs, and i almost fell for him. note, ALMOST. i am always curious about people and hence obviously i was curious about him too, so i randomly check if he has a facebook account. and well holy crap he has a facebook account alright, but it was updated by his dearest &lt;u&gt;girlfriend&lt;/u&gt;. hell i was pissed, cause he obviously wanted to be more than friends then (this isnt self-proclaimed, he was begging me to give him a chance cause i initially wanted to stop befriending him when i found out he was a mat). i felt really bad for the girl, because obviously she doesnt know her boyfriend is gallivanting behind her back. well, this dude said he was single. i then asked him again after finding out, and he still insisted that he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no crafty bitch, but i really felt like i needed to do something, but wasnt sure what i was supposed to do. i then consulted my besties, and asked for their opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after brainstorming all possibilities, there was only one way to let it all out. i wrote her a message on facebook, to tell her everything. From start till the end. well, they got into a fight alright. how did i know? i saw their wall-war on facebook. i was glad, not because i had my revenge, but because i thought she had finally stepped out of her shell and realised that that dude was no more than a douschebag. well, apparently this wasnt the first time that that dude had cheated on her. but hell, was i wrong. her facebook status went from "married" to "engaged" to "single" to "engaged to ________". fuck, obviously they are still together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what the fucking hell are you up to dude? why is it so difficult for you to let go of him and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt lack anyth yet she still continues hanging around such a dickhead. is her head screwed up or something? god, if her answer to my questions is that "i love him too much i cant bear to let go", then screw you. cause you know what? that is not called love, that is called stupidity. cause obviously that dude just wanted her around to play around with her, or even worst, to get into her pants or someth. face it, dont you feel like crap when someone betrays you? jeez, what an IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i feel so stupid right now. what a wreck she is to the female society. i am not trying to bring anybody down, nor am i trying to break up relationships, please im not a person who loves to wash other people's dirty laundries in public. instead, i just wished she was a bit more smarter and move on. yeah you love the person like mad, but hellloooooo, earth to you, he doesnt. so get your ass outta there and move the fuck on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8280487933533452175?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8280487933533452175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8280487933533452175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/yourre-so-gay-you-dont-even-like-boys.html' title='your&apos;re so gay, you dont even like boys.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1300609519214494696</id><published>2010-03-23T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:51:02.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen to the song rise from the ashes by quietdrive. tell dina if you loike it! :D cos she's lovin it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hahaha, quietdrive is one of my FAV bands. obv i have heard the song. but i still prefer take a drink. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like one line in that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the sins you're making&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've made them all before XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1300609519214494696?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1300609519214494696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1300609519214494696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/listen-to-song-rise-from-ashes-by.html' title='listen to the song rise from the ashes by quietdrive. tell dina if you loike it! :D cos she&amp;#39;s lovin it!'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-500137700520158539</id><published>2010-03-23T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:33:26.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i find it really stupid, for people to throw sarcastic remarks on their own FB walls. wait, i think i do that sometimes :P but not EVERYTIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE OKGOOOOOOOO. random XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Orianthi is a guitar goddess! i love how she shreds on the guitar. AMAZING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my brother just said something that made me realise something REALLY weird. the genres of music i like listening to is evolving. AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yes, again! u see, a long time ago, i was a fan of techno. i can still remember some song. (Calcutta, Butterfly, God is a Girl) haha, very embarassing to admit, but that was when i was 12 or 13 like that so it doesnt matter much now. and then i got addicted to HipHop and RnB. I totally loved Eminem and Destiny's Child. Well, i still do, but only some. I began hating Techno, Trance whatever shit cause it became a signature music for Mats and Minahs. Now they even came up with some genre called Tektonek, i think. and stupid dance moves known as the Fireball Dance. =.= and HipHop also became crappier day by day cause new artistes starting coming in, and the lyrics to the music got more and more annoying. I gave up on liking music for a while then, until i heard some really cool screamo music blasting from my brother's room. And then i became crazed about Hardcore music. Emo bands were a part of it too, but for a short period of time only (MCR hahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then NOW. i cant bear to hear screamo music THAT much, accept from certain musicians like Bless The Fall, A7X and Escape the Fate. Instead now, i listen to more indie bands and acoustic solo groupie. Weirdd much? Nahh, i think everyone experiences the same thing as i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DO TAKE NOTE HOWEVER, i was never a fan of POP songs. maybe britney spears only hahaha. oops, i did it again! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok wtf was that for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lotsa love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tempting offer, but hmm, i will see about that. haha.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-500137700520158539?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/500137700520158539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/500137700520158539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-it-goes-again.html' title='here it goes again'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7057916168033590092</id><published>2010-03-22T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:38:51.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syikin, can you call off the wedding with dina and marry me instead? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel so FAMOUS! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7057916168033590092?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7057916168033590092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7057916168033590092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/syikin-can-you-call-off-wedding-with.html' title='syikin, can you call off the wedding with dina and marry me instead? :D'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7653466831739658683</id><published>2010-03-22T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:38:20.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the line in any song stuck in your head right now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&amp;quot;Through the trees, i will find you;&lt;br /&gt;I will heal the ruins left inside you&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm still here breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here breathing now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;until I'm set free.&lt;br /&gt;Go quiet through the trees.&amp;quot; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7653466831739658683?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7653466831739658683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7653466831739658683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-line-in-any-song-stuck-in-your.html' title='what is the line in any song stuck in your head right now?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2746530005521820346</id><published>2010-03-22T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:26:49.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9000 readers? hahahahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ok idk what happened to the counter, but suddenly my accumulated number of readers went from 700+ to 9000. hahaha. i dont care la, cant be bothered to change it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i have alot to say, but i have lost my drive to type them down, again. again, because actually i just typed out three paragraphs of some stories to share, but i deleted them. pathetic right? i know. exactly what im feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"my last year as a teenager". i still find it pretty weird.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2746530005521820346?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2746530005521820346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2746530005521820346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/9000-readers-hahahahaha.html' title='9000 readers? hahahahaha.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7723647365276226793</id><published>2010-03-22T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:26:08.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most, was being so close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey, im actually hurt. Although it wasnt real, i felt it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i regret what i did. things would have been different if i didnt do what i did back then. 01122009.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and hey, i really missed you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last text : 02122009 11.45am. bon voyage . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7723647365276226793?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7723647365276226793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7723647365276226793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-hurts-most-was-being-so-close.html' title='what hurts the most, was being so close.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-9167421287972883597</id><published>2010-03-21T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:05:11.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a song ever made you cry before?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes, to be honest. But i cant remember the details, ie what song and when. Most prolly it was years ago, when i was addicted to Emo-bands. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-9167421287972883597?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/9167421287972883597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/9167421287972883597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-song-ever-made-you-cry-before.html' title='have a song ever made you cry before?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-5103252945362757459</id><published>2010-03-20T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:23:12.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smashing 19th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6SmqL3-vaI/AAAAAAAAADU/c-BaOHYWCcU/s400/P200310_13.56.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11203&amp;amp;id=100000603682269&amp;amp;l=d369ec6e7a"&gt;Click for more pictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had my most smashing 19th birthday at Ang Mo Kio. Though plan backfired, initially wanted it to be at Bishan Park but celebrated it at some HDB void deck instead due to the heavy rain, it was really great! Nothing beats more as a gift in having my besties over to celebrate my last year as a teenager. The pressies were awesome too, charm bracelet with my name engraved on it, BodyShop bath essentials as well as a FaceShop blusher. I am not a very expressive person, so it may seem like i didnt appreciate the gifts, BUT I REALLY DO. only that i was feeling a little bit too full, nauseated and my bladder felt like it wanted to burst. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and thanks guys for the wishes! very much appreciated. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lotsa love.&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/1860773065149119925-5103252945362757459?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/5103252945362757459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/5103252945362757459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/smashing-19th.html' title='smashing 19th.'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S6SmqL3-vaI/AAAAAAAAADU/c-BaOHYWCcU/s72-c/P200310_13.56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6633083156193268083</id><published>2010-03-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:38:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayin for rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just changed the songs on my blog again, and this time im irrevocably in love with it. Especially this song called Prayin for rain by Anthony Halls. It's really good, he's got awesome guitar skills, and he is a hottie which is a PLUS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is some of the phrases in his lyrics which got me infatuated with him. Hee. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;There's something about thunder and lightning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;and how it makes you  hold my hand tightly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;like you will never  let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;There's something about a  could sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;and the way it makes you  want to stay inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;Like this will  always be home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;There's something  beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;about a rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;we don get out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;just spend it cuddling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"&gt;like this will never get old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MAD LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6633083156193268083?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6633083156193268083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6633083156193268083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayin-for-rain.html' title='Prayin for rain'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6120991509661200647</id><published>2010-03-19T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:56:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what type of guy are you into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I cant define it cause most of the time i say i want this type of guy, yet fall for the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for sure, I would want somebody i can sit on the swing with and never say a word with him, yet feel like as though i have had the best day of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely, not a MAT. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6120991509661200647?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6120991509661200647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6120991509661200647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-type-of-guy-are-you-into.html' title='what type of guy are you into?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-911088709247020414</id><published>2010-03-19T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:54:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could change lives with one friend, who would it be and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Nobody. I'm pretty satisfied with my life, and yes i envy all of my friends in some way, but they all have their own sets of problems and i dont wish to be in their shoes. Everybody has their own personal preferences and i dont intend to change mine. To each his own. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-911088709247020414?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/911088709247020414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/911088709247020414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-change-lives-with-one.html' title='If you could change lives with one friend, who would it be and why?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4787631162679037917</id><published>2010-03-19T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:50:38.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you secretly lonely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;like the question demanded, &amp;quot;secretly&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;so why should i expose it now? its meant to be kept a secret honey. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4787631162679037917?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4787631162679037917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4787631162679037917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-secretly-lonely.html' title='Are you secretly lonely?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3558016967002073808</id><published>2010-03-18T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:18:32.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you fall in love with Adam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Do you mean Adam Lambert? How'd you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his rendition of Mad World was amazing. Besides, i watched him from day one on American Idol. During Hollywood Week, he blew me off with his performance. Thats when i fell in love with him, despite the judges saying that he sounded so theatrical. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3558016967002073808?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3558016967002073808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3558016967002073808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-you-fall-in-love-with-adam.html' title='How did you fall in love with Adam?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-8833212663291610664</id><published>2010-03-18T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:11:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your biggest fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;waking up one morning from a really good dream and found out one of my loved ones just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or WORSE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never waking up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-8833212663291610664?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8833212663291610664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/8833212663291610664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-your-biggest-fear.html' title='what&amp;#39;s your biggest fear?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-386126157762218415</id><published>2010-03-18T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:09:06.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think Bishan Park is a good place for a make-out session on saturdays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;erm depends. &lt;br /&gt;if it is with a HOT guy, any place will be a good place for a makeup session, ANYTIME. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-386126157762218415?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/386126157762218415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/386126157762218415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-think-bishan-park-is-good-place.html' title='do you think Bishan Park is a good place for a make-out session on saturdays?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7654601255376886344</id><published>2010-03-18T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:04:01.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you describe yourself in 3 words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;confident, smart, responsible. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7654601255376886344?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7654601255376886344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7654601255376886344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-would-you-describe-yourself-in-3.html' title='How would you describe yourself in 3 words?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4405554218692943617</id><published>2010-03-18T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:59:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's one thing in the world you could do right now, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Go to Hollywood, meet all my fav stars, hang around with perez hilton to get the latest scoops, and then go down the fashion runway with Tyra Banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like a tweeny-bopper junkie. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4405554218692943617?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4405554218692943617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4405554218692943617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-there-one-thing-in-world-you-could.html' title='If there&amp;#39;s one thing in the world you could do right now, what would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4707600160568861458</id><published>2010-03-18T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:57:56.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could go only to one restaurant for the next five years, which would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Swesens.&lt;br /&gt;Cause thats where i had my best meal at. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4707600160568861458?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4707600160568861458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4707600160568861458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-go-only-to-one-restaurant.html' title='If you could go only to one restaurant for the next five years, which would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-7394194081685939785</id><published>2010-03-18T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:57:30.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like to smell like strawberries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes. But after awhile it gets icky. &lt;br /&gt;I have a shower cream that smells of strawberry and ive not used it in the last month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-7394194081685939785?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7394194081685939785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/7394194081685939785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-like-to-smell-like-strawberries.html' title='Do you like to smell like strawberries?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1805435662709217151</id><published>2010-03-18T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:56:40.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would u consider mr educated MAT?! hah !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Urm No. Cause altho hes educated, HES STILL A MAT! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1805435662709217151?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1805435662709217151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1805435662709217151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/would-u-consider-mr-educated-mat-hah.html' title='would u consider mr educated MAT?! hah !'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-4235053760571200796</id><published>2010-03-18T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:56:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you secretly want so badly for your birthday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;why do you want to know? are you getting them for me? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-4235053760571200796?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4235053760571200796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/4235053760571200796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-secretly-want-so-badly-for.html' title='what do you secretly want so badly for your birthday?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3726504663524441119</id><published>2010-03-18T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:18:15.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you won a million dollars what would you do with it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmm, many would say Charity? But im pretty selfish, so im gonna self-indulge first before prioritizing any other things. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3726504663524441119?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3726504663524441119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3726504663524441119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-won-million-dollars-what-would.html' title='If you won a million dollars what would you do with it?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1469796545357360379</id><published>2010-03-18T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:17:10.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could attend any concert, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Tokio Hotel's. &lt;br /&gt;Cause i love how soothing their German songs are. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1469796545357360379?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1469796545357360379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1469796545357360379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-attend-any-concert-what.html' title='If you could attend any concert, what would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6967846940068541143</id><published>2010-03-18T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:15:28.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad colour undie euu wearing rite nw, eww sexy bitch? XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;OMG U CRAZY PERV! O.o im so not gonna tell you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6967846940068541143?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6967846940068541143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6967846940068541143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/wad-colour-undie-euu-wearing-rite-nw.html' title='wad colour undie euu wearing rite nw, eww sexy bitch? XD'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2251254313978055121</id><published>2010-03-18T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:53:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER MAKING OUT WITH DINA MALYANA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hahahaha, duhh. shes my fiancee? lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2251254313978055121?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2251254313978055121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2251254313978055121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/would-you-ever-consider-making-out-with.html' title='WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER MAKING OUT WITH DINA MALYANA?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6895432468381692999</id><published>2010-03-18T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:52:45.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the most underrated musician?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;THE JONAS BROTHERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Formspring me. Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6895432468381692999?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6895432468381692999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6895432468381692999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-most-underrated-musician.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s the most underrated musician?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-6577271455766434723</id><published>2010-03-17T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:35:05.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate or Vanilla?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Chocolate!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-6577271455766434723?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6577271455766434723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/6577271455766434723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-or-vanilla.html' title='Chocolate or Vanilla?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2690896903815397108</id><published>2010-03-17T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:34:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite genre of music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Anything so long as it isnt Techno, Trance or Hip Hop. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Nurulasyikin"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2690896903815397108?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2690896903815397108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2690896903815397108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-your-favorite-genre-of-music.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favorite genre of music?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-1431050212394079891</id><published>2010-03-17T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:21:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is one wish on earth, which you consider the most ridiculous, yet it is of paramount importance that it be granted, what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know. but for sure i would want myself to be in it. cause im up for some pretty good adventure. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-1431050212394079891?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1431050212394079891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/1431050212394079891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspring.html' title='If there is one wish on earth, which you consider the most ridiculous, yet it is of paramount importance that it be granted, what would it be?'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-2271451990367912302</id><published>2010-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:26:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>605</title><content type='html'>This morning i woke up and had a realisation that it has been awhile since i fell sick, like my usual sinus or headaches and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe i thought, it must be because im not schooling anymore, and i dont feel stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum asked me to sweep the floor and i swore i could see the dusts rising and i was sure i inhaled quite a sum of the flying dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole day i have been sneezing like crazy and my nose was a leaking tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-2271451990367912302?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2271451990367912302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/2271451990367912302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/605.html' title='605'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860773065149119925.post-3949610255823245390</id><published>2010-03-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:20:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Startstruckk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S5uQFH4nUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HvbxVNiAd0/s1600-h/P13-03-10_17.43.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S5uQFH4nUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HvbxVNiAd0/s400/P13-03-10_17.43.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has got to be the weirdest yet greatest day of my life, cause i got to meet ADAM LAMBERT LIVE IN PERSON! omgg. he was sooooo hot! hahaha.and and i was approached by a modeling agency to be a model LOL. plus, i got this really cute bag at Bugis Street at a damn good price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Atika Nabila, i had fun with you. Adam ruleszxzxzxzx! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa loveee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S5uQ3rzeKxI/AAAAAAAAADM/uYFt4tgxWqs/s1600-h/P130310_16.21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S5uQ3rzeKxI/AAAAAAAAADM/uYFt4tgxWqs/s400/P130310_16.21.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! i love youuuuuuuuuu! hahahaha, nuts. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860773065149119925-3949610255823245390?l=heiswe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3949610255823245390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860773065149119925/posts/default/3949610255823245390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heiswe.blogspot.com/2010/03/startstruckk.html' title='Startstruckk'/><author><name>SyikLaurtner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055808666409367665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-W5EJikCYVU/S5uQFH4nUfI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HvbxVNiAd0/s72-c/P13-03-10_17.43.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
